She Hungered

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[after 1 second] The camping trip was originally Leah’s idea. Jessie had played the memory back in her head enough times by now to remember that. While studying for their Anthropology final Leah suggested they spend the first week of June out in the mountains at her metamour’s cabin. Jessie was hesitant at first. She preferred spending her summers indoors writing stories and playing video games until well past midnight. But Leah’s polycule was beyond chill, and besides, Jessie had always wanted to go on a hiking trip with her best friend. Just thinking about splitting a beer with Leah out in the wilderness over a makeshift campfire gave her butterflies. It was the perfect opportunity for something to happen. It was also the perfect opportunity to be drenched in sweat. Jessie shook out her open plaid shirt and fanned her neck. There were only two things keeping her going now: the promise that they were almost there, and Leah’s gorgeous femme tomboy fit. She wore tight brown cargo shorts, Timbs, a black Calvins bralette that hugged her flat chest, and legs covered in bruises like the tattoos across her arms. Jessie tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to look. Whether it was driving down the highway or downing beers at a dive bar, Leah made everything she did look so cool. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮞|CH2]]

[after 1 second] [align center] # __Content Warnings__ [after 2 seconds] [align left] _She Hungered_ is a lesbian erotica game intended for giantess vore fans. The story and its illustrations depict sexual material that may be uncomfortable or disturbing for some readers. The following page lists content warnings for sensitive topics depicted in _She Hungered_, including in both sexual and non-sexual scenes. While vague, __all content warnings should be considered spoilers__ for _She Hungered’s_ plot. [after 3 seconds] [align center] __[[Click here to continue.|CW1]]__ __[[Back to main menu|menu]]__

[after 1 second] [align center] # __Gallery__ [after 2 seconds] [align left] Please note: The following illustrations __depict spoilers__ for _She Hungered_. These illustrations may feature material that is uncomfortable or triggering for the reader. For more information, please read through the Content Warnings section available on the main menu. [after 2 seconds] [align center] [[Flustered?|G1]] [[The Mysterious Book|G2]] [[A Coven Viper|G3]] [[Her Darkest Desire|G4]] [[Goddess Jessica|G5]] [after 3 seconds] [align center] __[[Back to main menu|menu]]__

[after 1 second] [align center] # __Acknowledgments__ [after 2 seconds] [align left] _She Hungered_ was a gamble: would fans who like _Blood Pact_ enjoy a giantess vore-themed erotica story too? Time will tell if that’s true or not, but as far as experiments go, this one was a fuck ton of fun. And it wouldn’t be here today without help from so many friends and colleagues, especially my fellow creatives who offered their hard work to put the best possible version of _She Hungered_ out there. First off, to my artist <a href="https://twitter.com/niiwan_/" target="_blank">Ame</a>: your work for _She Hungered_ is incredible. I knew the moment we started brainstorming concept art for Jessie that we were on the same page, and that continuously proved true throughout our time working on the game’s illustrations. You brought this story’s characters to life and you were a treat to work with in doing so, enriching its world and adding your own touch to its magical horrors. Thank you so, so much for collaborating with me on this journey. I hope we get to work together soon. <a href="https://twitter.com/collettequach" target="_blank">Collette Quach</a> served as our sensitivity consultant for Leah’s characterization, and while Leah plays a small role in _She Hungered’s_ first part, I wanted to get her character right early on given her growing role in the story (no pun intended). From the very start Collette, you provided immense insight into the Cambodian-American diaspora experience and gave me the guidance I needed to create a queer Asian-American femme who sensitively and accurately reflected the lived experience of diaspora readers. I walked in cautious and uncertain, and thanks to your feedback and resources, walked out feeling ready to let this character’s story shine through. Your insights and your guidance mean the world to me: thank you for your hard work. To my beta readers and playtesters <a href="https://twitter.com/benjanun_s" target="_blank">Benjanun Sriduangkaew</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/datalore66" target="_blank">datalore66</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/ludwighornvore" target="_blank">Ludwig-Horn</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/LeafTilde" target="_blank">Leaf Tilde</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/SwiftAusterity" target="_blank">SwiftAusterity</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/bogboogie" target="_blank">Son M.</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/ghostmara/" target="_blank">reinapepiada</a>, and <a href="https://twitter.com/estroboscopios" target="_blank">Fanfi</a>: thank you for taking the time to read through this story and give feedback on the early drafts. They definitely needed some guidance, and gosh was I glad to get it. One key shoutout to <a href="https://twitter.com/boring_cactus" target="_blank">boringcactus</a> in particular, who read an alpha version of this story and gave me the morale boosted I needed to keep going. Thank you, thank you, thank you. A number of size artists, queer illustrators, and adult creators inspired _She Hungered_, and I would like to take the time to reference their work and acknowledge their inspiration on the final version. A significant portion of the world’s lore is inspired by <a href="https://www.deviantart.com/karbo" target="_blank">Karbo's Felarya</a>; I’m not sure I would have had the creative ambition to write a codex of giantess monster girls without his amazing macro vore work over the past decade. Other size artists that continue to inspire me include <a href="https://twitter.com/spittyart" target="_blank">spitty</a>, Ed’N’Em’s <a href="https://twitter.com/EdNEm3" target="_blank">Bert</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/on_kinky" target="_blank">On Kinky</a>, and <a href="https://twitter.com/Babycowboy3" target="_blank">funkle420</a>. Thank you for your amazing queer-inclusive giantess content, as always. Additionally, while creating _She Hungered’s_ moodboard, a number of artists influenced the game’s aesthetic. These include <a href="https://aryion.com/g4/user/Tsavo" target="_blank">Tsavo</a>, <a href="https://mobile.twitter.com/otya_tea55" target="_blank">otya_tea55</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/ashleyloob" target="_blank">Ashley Loob</a>, <a href="https://twitter.com/nofacewitch" target="_blank">Bnuuy/Zee</a>, and _Hardcoded’s_ <a href="https://twitter.com/hardcodedgame" target="_blank">Kenzie Wintermelon</a>. Thank you for your incredible work, you've all been a bright light during a particularly dark year. A special shout out to my dear friend <a href="https://twitter.com/vivi_transform" target="_blank">Viv of ViviciousTransformations</a>, who edited a proto-version of this story eons ago. It’s come a long way, and I’m excited to share the new script with you. The older one is still near and dear to my heart, even if it was a little over-the-top. ;) Lastly, to all my readers: thank you so much for joining me on this ride. Now that _She Hungered_ is done, it’s on to _Blood Pact’s_ second part. But don’t worry, we’ll be returning to Jessie and Leah’s journey soon enough. [after 2 seconds] [align center] __[[Back to main menu|menu]]__

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[after 1 second] Leah glanced over her shoulder. “C’mon Jay, I think we’re almost to the cabin.” “Do we have enough time to cool off before the hike?” Jessie asked, wiping the sweat off her neck. “And are the rest of the girls on their way?” “Don’t worry, you’ve got enough time to shower, cityslicker. It’s barely midday,” Leah teased. “But in all seriousness, as long as we’ve got a head start on the path before sunset, we’ll have plenty of time to reach the campsite and get home in one piece.” “And the girls?” Leah laughed. “Without their trans girl top? God only knows when they’ll get here.” Leah walked up to the cabin door and worked through her carabiner with her calloused fingers. It was by no means a small cabin. With two floors and an attic, the house was perfect for spending the first week of summer drinking their asses off and badmouthing their dissertation advisers. Not a bad way for a bunch of burnt out grad students to send off the spring semester, really. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH1]] | [[⮞|CH3]]

[after 1 second] Leah held the door open for Jessie. “You really are dressed up nicely for a hiking trip. Maybe a little too nicely,” she said with a smile. “For shame, a pretty girl like you is gonna get her cute clothes all dirty.” {embed image: 'art/S1.png', alt: 'Jessie and Leath'} Woah, woah, was that flirting? No, Leah couldn’t be flirting, there’s no way. She was just doing that thing where she gave you back-handed advice, right? Like, a flannel shirt with a tight gray v-neck wasn’t really summer wear. But it made Jessie feel comfy and safe, especially with her mousey face hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses. Her yellow beanie was the finishing touch to the quiet, bookish cis dyke look; it covered just enough of her head to hide the middle part she was so self-conscious about. Aside from all the sweat dripping down her forehead and back, she felt, well, comfortable. Or at least comfortably embarrassed by her hot best friend. (Wait, “hot” was a little too strong. “Pretty” is better, right?) “Flustered?” Leah teased. Jessie scurried into the cabin, her face burning red as Leah giggled at the fruits of her labor. “Don’t let me distract you.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH2]] | [[⮞|CH4]]

[after 1 second] The cabin air was stuffy but not unwelcoming. It smelled like cedar and pine mixed with the faint whiff of carpet cleaner. Jessie felt oddly at home as she walked around the first floor, flicking on electric candlelights. It was, by all extents, a stereotypical forest cabin, complete with wood paneling across the walls and the occasional embroidered carpet. Like all temporary vacation stays, it left Jessie feeling both excited and a little melancholy. “Well, this is it girl,” Leah said. “Make yourself at home.” Jessie bit her lip as she watched Leah towel off her forehead with her black handkerchief. Stray droplets dripped down onto her best friend’s chest and ran across her toned abs. She almost felt guilty staring, and yet Jessie couldn’t help but imagine being one of those droplets rolling across her friend’s body, feeling every muscle in her torso clench and flex as she relaxed her pretty, athletic frame. “Need a hand there Jay?” Leah interrupted. “Oh, um, uh, yeah!” Jessie turned away, flustered. “I can’t believe how nice it is. Really, really nice, actually. I wish I could get a proper tour.” Leah glanced at her watch. “Aw shit. I would, but I gotta head out on the trail early to get the campfire set up. Dinner ain’t gonna prep itself you know.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH3]] | [[⮞|CH5]]

[after 1 second] Jessie’s heart sank. “I was hoping we could get some alone time to hang out for a bit or so, maybe sneak in a beer.” “Plenty of time for that during the week,” Leah said, looking over her friend. “You doin’ okay?” “Yeah, it’s nothing.” “You seem kinda funny.” Leah wrapped a hand around her best friend’s arm. Jessie goosebumped. How was she going to make it through the week? “Look at you, you’re practically shaking. Don’t mean to put you through boot camp on your first hiking trip if we’re going too fast.” “Uh, no. I mean, yeah,” Jessie stammered. “Yeah, just a little too cold. Can’t believe how much it’s freezing in here!” “Shoot, should’ve said something. I’ll bump it up a few on the way out. You take care, okay?” “Yeah Leah,” Jessie said. “You too.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH4]] | [[⮞|CH6]]

[after 1 second] Jessie pouted as she carried her backpack upstairs. She was an idiot. This was supposed to be the dream lesbian weekend away, the kind on Autostraddle where the author falls in love with their lesbian bestie in the woods and gets fisted like a champ over S’mores. Now she had to kill an hour or two alone with a spotty data plan and no vibe. She wouldn’t even get a lick of alone time with Leah until tomorrow, or maybe even the day after, or, god forbid, the day after that. What a fucking idiot she was. Why couldn’t she be such an enormous presence in the room too? At least Jessie and Leah were sharing the same room. Small and cozy with its own window, a dark brown bookshelf, and two twin-sized beds with linen sheets, it was practically built for pensive thinking and sapphic yearning. Speaking of which, sapphic yearning while unpacking was in order. Jessie placed her luggage on her bed and began rummaging through her belongings. Things seemed set for the rest of the hike: T-shirts were there, jeans in place, extra pairs of shorts in stock, all good. But something was missing. She forgot to bring a book? Fuck. “Hey Leah, you still there? What’s the Wi-Fi password?” she called. Leah did not respond. Well, shout out to day one of summer vacation. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH5]] | [[⮞|CH7]]

[after 1 second] Jessie looked around the bedroom. There was that bookshelf, and it was filled with leather-bound collections like “The Geography of the Great Plains, 2nd Edition.” It was definitely made more for decoration than use, but still, reading old books was better than staring at the cabin ceiling. Jessie glanced through the bottom shelf, where one book in particular caught her eye. “Great Female Creatures of the Northern Hemisphere, huh?” she said aloud. “Hell yeah, is that a nature book?” Jessie was admittedly a sucker for all things fauna, being an archaeology student and all. She swiped the book from the shelf, dusted off the cover, sat down on her knees, and began flipping through the pages. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH6]] | [[⮞|CH8]]

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S2.png', alt: 'Jessie finds the mysterious text'} This was no ordinary nature book. Each page was adorned with painted illustrations of great, enormous female animals who had supposedly lived throughout the northern continents centuries ago. Most of them were, well, relatively normal looking at first. Great horses, enormous fish, and powerful, matriarchal wolves, things like that. But these female creatures started to change as Jessie flipped on. Some looked like gargantuan primates, more human than animal. Others were like massive beings from Greek mythology. She flipped to the back of the book and then to the front, looking for some sort of genre classification or what fiction series it was based on, but the book listed nothing of the sort. “Is this like some sort of sci-fi lore book? Or maybe it’s one of those stranger-than-fiction occult guides you can grab at indie bookstores,” she whispered. “Weird.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH7]] | [[⮞|CH9]]

[after 1 second] Jessie reached a new chapter simply labeled “Anthropomorphic.” There was something different about these creatures. They no longer looked like fauna, but much more like gigantic women. Monster women. And gigantic was an understatement. These women stood so tall over their human counterparts that a mere flick of their finger could crush a man’s skull. Nor were these giants particularly modest about their bodies. They bared their breasts freely, sporting erect nipples as big as soldiers. Human cultural norms meant little to these monsters, the book warned, and so they left their crotches exposed to the sweltering desert heats and forest canopies. Some were even known to pleasure themselves with the help of their captives. Jessie took a sharp breath. She hadn’t realized her heart was pounding. She flipped the page and read on. There was the Plains Harpy, who towered over Union Cavalry with her heaving bosom and toned stomach. Merwomen claimed the seas as their own, trapping shipping vessels beneath their claws and spearing sailors with their sharp fangs. On the opposite side of the climate spectrum, Desert Sphinxes loomed over stray travelers, pillaging their wagons, crushing the men inside and abducting their female companions for their own orgiastic harems (or brief, filling meals). Then there were the Queen Plantesses, who blended into the humid forest overgrowth as they stalked stray campers, tracking their human prey down with nothing more than their scent. When the time was right, the Queen would bind their victims in vines and devour them whole, one by one, growing larger with every meal. Vicious and dangerous, these women were the apex predators of their time. No god nor man stood against them. Many of their fellow giantesses adored them, worshiped them, or paid tribute by making love with them—if not sharing the occasional human between their lips. A warm fire grew in Jessie’s lower belly. Her hands felt sweaty, her legs shaking. She squeezed her thighs together in both fear and anticipation for a reason she couldn’t quite comprehend, then turned the page. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH8]] | [[⮞|CH10]]

[after 1 second] A large, topless snake girl gazed back at her. The Coven Vipers were enormous—standing at 75ft tall, they carried themselves freely in the wilderness with enormous breasts and bare midriffs exposed to curious travelers. These women weren’t just well-endowed, they had long, flowing hips which framed their soft tummies into an enticing little pot. This was by design. Their pillowy skin and supple curves were irresistible, enticing more and more victims to their maw as they continued to feast on cattle, birds, wild animals, humans, even smaller giantesses. Jessie held her breath at the image of such a massacre carried out by such an enormous, beautiful woman, a woman whose hunger grew so voracious that not even her common sense could stop her from feasting on her prey’s flesh. It horrified her. And yet her heart pounded against her chest as she wondered what it would be like to watch a Viper take her first bite into eager, virgin flesh. “Curious?” a raspy feminine voice said. Jessie jumped. She looked around frantically but could not find the source. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH9]] | [[⮞|CH11]]

[after 1 second] “Hello? Who’s there?” “Down here, girl.” The snake woman in the picture eyed Jessie up. Behind her, the forest overgrowth swayed and shimmied with a silent wind, too small to catch Jessie’s ear. A miniature and (presumably) dead man languished in the creature’s coiled tail, which she twisted and flexed with gusto. Jessie’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. You can talk?” “And you can read. What a pleasant surprise.” “Who are you?” Jessie paused. “Why can you speak to me?” “You can call me Valerie, girl,” the Viper said, hissing the “v.” “Don’t worry yourself with such trivial matters. Forgive me, for I am just so very lonely, and you look like the perfect companion for the time being.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH10]] | [[⮞|CH12]]

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S3.png', alt: 'Jessie meets Valerie'} Jessie didn’t exactly believe in spirits, but she had read way too many creepypastas that started like this: Introverted girl opens a book, mysterious creature pops out, and she either goes insane, murders someone, is never seen again, or ends up involved in a mixture of all three. No thanks. This was a lesbian vacation story, not a horror tale. Jessie slipped her fingers underneath the book and tried to slam it shut, but the leather hide refused to budge. “Oh now, don’t be cruel.” Valerie stood tall between the book’s pages, eyeing her fingernails. She curled her tail into a tight ball and squeezed harder and harder until the miniature human burst into nothing but dust. “You aren’t being very hospitable for such a young lady.” Jessie tried to lift the book’s cover with all her might, and yet it remained pried open. “Please go away, I want nothing to do with you.” “You dared awaken me from my slumber, and now I’m much too distracted to go back to sleep,” Valerie said. “No, I think I’ll stick around.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH11]] | [[⮞|CH13]]

[after 1 second] The snake girl snapped her fingers, and her body dissipated into thick, purple smoke. Her vapors billowed toward Jessie’s face, clouding the girl’s sight and strangling her breath. She coughed and wheezed and hacked as the ashy smoke rushed her lungs and filled her tightening chest. It felt like a house fire had leaped down her throat and spread rapidly across her body, her fingers, her legs, her arms, all the way to the tip of her head. A voice stirred inside her mind, raspy and feminine. Valerie’s maniacal laughter blocked out Jessie’s thoughts and squeezed her skull like an insect pressing down on her brain. “Now, that’s so much better. Oh, how I love a girl’s mind,” Valerie said. “Interesting, interesting. Jessie’s your name, huh? Cute. I swallowed a Jessie whole once, she tasted like rum and peppermint. Delicious.” Sweat dripped down Jessie’s hair. She squirmed. “What the hell are you doing?” “Come on now, a little bit of possession never hurt anyone,” Valerie giggled. “Besides, you’re lucky I’m not a slime goddess. Have you seen what those things do? They love brains. I find fantasy far more satisfying, personally.” Jessie growled. Getting infected with a horny snake girl was absolutely not this weekend’s vibe. She threw the cursed nature book aside and laid down on the bed, arms crossed. What was her therapist’s advice for overthinking things again? Big, deep breaths. Big, deep breaths. If she couldn’t coax this weird spirit out of her head, she’d bore her to death with some adaptive psychology. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH12]] | [[⮞|CH14]]

[after 1 second] Silence broke out in Jessie’s mind, but not for long. She could feel slimy tendrils bore into her brain, working their way through all the wrinkles and curves in her mind. Each twist and turn made her wrench and shiver, like Valerie had drilled through her head and extracted every bit of matter she deemed worthy. “Fascinating,” Valerie said. “There are just so many little fleeting moments to explore. Your sex life in particular is wonderful viewing.” Jessie choked on her breathing exercise. “Forgive me. I don’t mean to disturb. I’m just so used to being a voyeur. I prefer my prey to be in the middle of coitus, after all. They’re so much saltier and sweeter that way.” The snake girl hummed to herself as Jessie’s heart raced. Big, deep breaths would get her through this, right? [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH13]] | [[⮞|CH15]]

[after 1 second] “Aha!” Valerie cried. “Riveting.” “What now?” “The sweetest fantasies are always buried in a girl’s mind, and yours are delectable,” Valerie said. “You’re making my mouth water just thinking about it.” Jessie’s face turned red as she struggled to stay focused on her breathing. She felt powerless now, like Valerie was slowly stripping her naked until her entire body was laid bare for this strange creature to see. “My, my, you seem to have quite a fixation on this friend of yours. Leah, am I right?” the snake girl continued. “She’s very pretty.” “Stop it.” “Then what’s this about being held by her, being hugged by her, perhaps even being seduced by her?” she laughed. “Or seducing her yourself? Oh, romance is so beautiful. Do you wish to ride her length, Jessie? Straddle her and feel her throbbing member inside you? Oh, how her cock looks delectable. Is that truly her length? It’s been so long since I’ve seen such a well-endowed woman.” Jessie’s heart pounded in her head. Valerie giggled again as she dug deeper into her mind, reaching into parts of Jessie that went beyond words, memories, even feelings. Repressed, hidden desires. Secret fantasies. Traumas. Just the vague feeling of shameful, feral, erotic longing lingered in the air, leaving Jessie motionless. No mindfulness exercise could stop the beast she had unleashed. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH14]] | [[⮞|CH16]]

[after 1 second] “Now,” Valerie said, “isn’t this interesting? You seem to have a very curious fixation around women with my height and posture.” Jessie laid still. “Oh, yes, these are my favorite fantasies. They’re to die for in smaller women such as yourself. And you certainly do love a woman tall enough to crush a man between her breasts, no? Big enough to swallow a girl whole after licking her slit clean? Is that what you want, Jessie? To make love to a giantess?” Jessie blushed profusely. “Wait, no, forgive me. I’ve misinterpreted,” Valerie paused. “It’s you that wants to be gigantic, isn’t it? Big enough to have any girl you desire? Big enough to devour any woman you deem? Oh, you’re devilish. How dare you make me so excited, just thinking about all of this. Tell me, is that what drew you to search for me, perhaps?” Jessie bolted upright. “Stop!” “Did I strike a nerve?” Valerie giggled. “Allow me to touch more than one. Just imagine your fantasy fulfilled, Jessie. Imagine becoming bigger, larger than any woman you’ve ever seen. A giantess in true form, a walking goddess among goddesses. Does that excite you, girl?” “How can you expect me to answer that?” Jessie asked. “Oh, words may fail you, but you certainly do love thinking about it. And think about it you will,” Valerie laughed. “Yes, I can see it now. Hail Goddess Jessica, empress of the mortal realm, tall enough to block out the sun with just her smile. Strong enough to crush any man underneath her thumb like a twig. Irresistible enough to bed any woman she wants, or merely devour her sacrifices in droves like a trifling snack. Why run from this, Jessie, when it’s absolutely ravishing to think about? When it could all be made real?” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH15]] | [[⮞|CH17]]

[after 1 second] Jessie’s blood boiled as hot as her groin ached. This deepest, darkest fantasy of hers was not for her camping trips, not for Leah, not for Autostraddle, barely even for herself. It was hidden away at the stroke of midnight, wedged between an incognito tab and her wiped browser history. Watching it laid bare by another woman was violating. And yet it was strangely arousing to hear this shameful fantasy spoken back to her and sound so, well, hot? She imagined herself towering over campus, shaking the ground with every step as her friends and students looked on below in terror. She loved the idea of flaunting her breasts and shimmying her hips, enticing innocent women to her titanic form, luring them, hypnotizing them, making them her worshipers, only to toy with them as she pleased. Some would be her lovers. Others would be her sacrifices. A small few would be let free. But maybe she wouldn’t let them get away in the end. She would hunt them down, pluck them out of their beds in their sleep, and delight in their frightened screams as they slid down her throat and into her cavernous belly. The decision would be up to her, and no such thing as right or wrong would dictate what she could do. Her power was what made her actions justifiable, just like the book described. “I can feel your thoughts, you know,” Valerie whispered flirtatiously. “You yearn for this, don’t you?” “It’s certainly pleasant to think about,” Jessie said. “It is for me too. Fuck, Jessie,” Valerie moaned. “It’s been too long since I entered sisterhood with another woman and unleashed her true power. I’ve ached for it, Jessie, ached to make love with a girl alike in mind and need. And if you truly wish for this, if you truly want it, I can deem it so. I shall unravel you, Jessie, and remake you in the cauldron of your deepest, darkest desires.” Jessie paused. Her body felt electric. “Is that a good idea, Valerie? Is it even possible?” “You ask too little of me.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH16]] | [[⮞|CH18]]

[after 1 second] A warm, tingling sensation spread from deep inside Jessie’s belly. It rocketed across her crotch and set her inner thighs aflame. She gasped and drew her legs close as she slid her hands over her throbbing, soaked cunt. A soothing weightlessness flowed through her body as her face turned scarlet. Her head spun and stars twisted in her eyes as her nipples hardened and her clit grew. It felt like a heavy dose of poppers rushing through her body and taking her into its grasp. “Unlimited power,” Valerie cooed. “Let it embrace you. Let it fulfill you. Don’t ignore your body’s cravings.” Jessie moaned. Her gray v-neck clung to her breasts with sweat as her nipples poked against the fabric, leaving little to the imagination. She gasped as her shirt grew tighter, her flannel hugging onto her back and shoulders, taut around her slim belly. “Why do I feel so hot?” Jessie asked aloud. “Valerie, what’s going on?” “Look down at your body, girl,” she said. Jessie did. She could feel her top strain and wheeze with every second, as if her mere figure threatened its existence. With every breath she watched her plaid beg for mercy as her cuffs’ buttons popped clean off. Jessie’s head spun with confusion, bewilderment, excitement, all at once. Holy shit, was Valerie doing this? The snake girl gave a low, sultry purr. “Yes, my hostess, grow. Bigger and bigger. Let me unlock your true power. It is more than you could ever dream.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH17]] | [[⮞|CH19]]

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S4.png', alt: 'Jessie Growth'} Jessie ran her hands across her tightening shirt, feeling for answers, but there was no question to be asked: she was outgrowing her clothes. Her shorts dug into her skin as the elastic threatened to snap underneath her widening hips. Pressing her hands against her stomach, Jessie struggled to keep her top from exposing any more of her enlarging belly, which grew softer, rounder, and yet more built than ever before. Soon enough her top was nothing more than a revealing sports bra clinging onto her breasts for dear life. Jessie whimpered as she drew her fingers over her bare navel. She fumbled for the shorts’ band in a desperate attempt to pull them off, but to no avail—the zipper began to undo itself, the button straining against her skin. She ran her fingers in between her legs, feeling the tight denim grapple with her burgeoning thighs. Her legs were now as big as wooden logs, pushing the fabric to its bare threads, but her panties still stuck to her tight skin like a skimpy thong around her ass and cunt. Jessie thrust her crotch against the bed and gasped as she visualized her underwear’s growing demise. It wouldn’t be that much longer until her wetness poured out onto the floor as a small waterfall. “Look at you, hardly able to contain yourself,” Valerie cooed. “Oh, and to think we’re only just getting started.” Just getting started? Jessie raised her hands to her breasts and knew Valerie had to be telling the truth. Her chest was enormous now, as big as sedan tires and heavier than a cabin door. Her plaid tore across the seams as her now-bare arms stretched her top to the breaking point. She could feel the hem of her v-neck rise again, this time barely covering her hardened nipples as her swelling breasts pleaded for air. Jessie’s head swirled with heat and arousal. She could barely think straight now, as if some deep, feral part of her mind had taken over. She pressed her growing body against the wall, flexing her burgeoning stomach muscles, now completely free of her clothes’ confines. The floor creaked with every movement, as if the house struggled to contain her growing size. How many hundreds of pounds was she now? How tall had she grown? Her pussy ached. The fact she couldn’t keep track only turned her on more. She glided her hands over her hips, shimmying them back and forth as she grinded her crotch against the floor. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH18]] | [[⮞|CH20]]

[after 1 second] At last, her shorts gave in. Jessie laughed as the button popped clean off, shooting against the door, her panties ripping into two soaked tatters on the floor. “Fuck. I can’t believe how good this feels,” Jessie cried, gliding a thumb against her clit. Another tingling sensation cut Jessie short as flashing heat flowed down her legs—first reaching her thighs, then her knees, her ankles, and finally the tips of her toes. Her skin prickled against the cool, indoor air as a patch of purple scales worked its way up from the bottom of her toes to the edge of her hips. They folded rapidly across her sides and drew her limbs together, covering her knees and shins in a shiny underbelly of purple and tan that coalesced at her dripping pussy. Jessie drew her free hand against her legs and stroked the very lower tip of her pelvis. She could feel scales breathe underneath and emerge, flexing back and forth where her limbs once were. They slid against the ground, slithering and wheezing as they strained the floorboards with her added mass. “Oh my god,” she whispered, licking her lips. “You did it. You really fucking did it.” “Is it everything you dreamed of?” Valerie asked. “Yes,” Jessie cried. “Yes and more. It feels amazing, Valerie.” “Good. Now grow, beautiful thing. Embrace your true power.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH19]] | [[⮞|CH21]]

[after 1 second] Jessie cupped her left breast with her right hand and squeezed its enormous size as her chest ripped her shirt into tatters. Her entire body felt like it was floating. And she loved it. She drew her index finger across her clit, toying with its engorged length as her fingertips traced the outer ridge of her hood. With each stroke, she could feel the cabin creak against her enormous body, the floorboards quivering from her moans. She gave a low, needy sigh as she pressed her full weight onto the bed, collapsing it into a pool of her own wetness. Wood splintered as the joists and beams beneath her begged for mercy. She laughed at the sadism of it all, grinding her crotch harder and harder against her hand’s heel. Her feet had merged together into a tail now, which rattled back and forth with every stroke of her fingers, her ass pounding the strained wood harder and harder with every growth spurt. Jessie had touched herself many, many times in her life, but in no way had it ever felt quite as good as this. “God, can you imagine if the girls saw me like this?” Jessie cried, sliding a finger into her pussy. “What if they came upstairs and just caught me stroking myself, my entire body pushing this little cabin to its edge? I’m just so big and large, fuck. I’d be like a monster in their eyes, a beautiful sight to behold.” Juices squirted from Jessie’s pussy as she fingerbanged herself, threatening to flood the entire room. She stifled a purr that sounded far more like a roar at her size, hardly contained even when she bit her enormous lip. “Oh, they wouldn’t be able to escape even if they wanted to. If I wasn’t careful, I’d crush them with just my fingers, drown them with my cum, tear the roof off this joke of a doll house with my breasts—” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH20]] | [[⮞|CH22]]

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S5.png', alt: 'Goddess Jessica'} Another surge of heat grew inside Jessie’s lower belly. This time, her body fell limp from the pleasure, her face red from the ecstasy. She felt her frame double, then triple, then quadruple. A thunderous laugh not unlike Valerie’s rang out from her lips, and she moaned as her shoulders splintered the cabin walls, threatening to take the load-bearing beams with them. The floorboards gave a death gasp underneath her gigantic hips as her long, slender tail wrapped around the staircase for support, her crotch pushing the cabin to its breaking point. “Go,” Jessie cackled, slipping a claw deep into her pussy. “Burst into nothing under my wrath.” The entire roof groaned against Jessie’s colossal chest. In mere seconds, her nipples crashed through the surface, splitting the attic ceiling in two as shards of wood rained down below. Warm wetness leaked from Jessie’s pussy lips and down her scales, flowing across the cabin front until it coated the ground underneath. Exposed in the waning sun, she laughed at her hard work, her round belly fluttering up and down with each breath. “Like this house could ever contain me,” she bellowed. “Nothing can hold me back anymore.” Jessie caught her words and moaned. Her two fingers stroked her g-spot, setting her lower body ablaze. She arched her torso and quaked as her scaled rear crashed the second floor down to the ground and threatened to pulverize the first. This time, Jessie bit her lip and screamed. Her moans shook the forest trees, sending birds fluttering from the sheer power of her voice. Jessie would no longer be quiet now. She would no longer hide her pleasure from others. Why should she? Her cries were a warning to all that she had arrived, that she was their new god. She, the one true apex predator who governed their very fate, and they were on watch. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH21]] | [[⮞|CH23]]

[after 1 second] Jessie pressed her fingers deeper into her pussy, cum flowing to the reverberations of her own thoughts, her inhibitions finally dissolved into nothing. Faint laughter ran through Jessie’s head. “Jessie, you look gorgeous!” Valerie purred. “Doesn’t it feel good to give in to your desire? Do you not love what we’ve unlocked, hidden inside you?” “Oh god yes,” she moaned. “I feel so powerful. It’s amazing.” “Just one thing is missing.” “What?” “A goddess needs worshipers,” Valerie said. “And sustenance.” A vicious grin shot across Jessie’s face. Of course. It was not enough to simply be big. The true power of a giantess was in others being small. “Can you imagine the look on the other girls’ face when they see me towering above them?” she gestured to her enormous size. “How could they say no? How could anyone?” “They would make lovely sacrifices, your friends.” Jessie’s eyes widened with hunger. She licked her lips as her stomach whined. “Your mere presence demands their obedience, Goddess.” “Like they could even resist a body like mine,” Jessie laughed. Her entire chest heaved up and down as cum poured out of her pussy. The ruined cabin dripped from the gifts of her pleasure like sweat on her hair. She relished its taste on her sharp claws as she licked each finger clean, one by one. “It would be a gift to become one with me,” she said. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH22]] | [[⮞|CH24]]

[after 1 second] A horn blared in the distance. Jessie turned her enormous head to the path down the road. She squinted and saw a van the size of a toy truck scuttle closer and closer. It was Leah’s girlfriends. Jessie’s belly rumbled. She fantasized about the ways in which she’d enjoy them—perhaps dangling the car over her lips, dropping each girl down her throat like candy. Or maybe she would slip them on her tongue, tenderizing them between her teeth until only one girl was left—Leah. Her new plaything. Her beautiful, precious servant. “You look ravenous, Goddess,” Valerie said. “Are you ready for your first meal?” Jessie’s mouth watered as saliva dripped from her tongue. “Oh yes,” she whispered, “so begins Goddess Jessica’s reign.” [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH23]] | [[⮞|CH25]]

[after 1 second] Many miles away, a fire cackled in a grassy opening hidden between pine trees. Leah lit a hand-rolled joint as she laid down. A distant echo rippled through the air. It was hardly distinct enough to make out, not that she needed to know. She wasn’t too worried about Jessie. That girl certainly knew how to keep herself occupied. She was far more worried about herself. Leah took a drag as her arms and legs grew thick with vines. Her stomach rumbled in agony. Food would come soon enough. But there was not much time to eat. Leah stared at the fire no bigger than her fingertip and grabbed the miniature flare between her nails. With a graceful flick, she fired off a shot into the air, waiting, hiding. Many months had gone by without flesh. She craved it, needed it, was willing to risk everything for it. But she would not risk her friendship with Jessie. And yet, she hungered. If it came to it, if she had to consume in front of her best friend, well, she hoped Jay would understand. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH24]] | [[⮞|CH26]]

[after 1 second] Beer cans rustled in the distance. Drunk men wandered through the flora. No older than her own students, certainly. Leah’s vines thickened. College boys were delectable little treats, salty-sweet candies stuffed with booze. She waited for their approach, her mouth watering, her stomach whining, her entire body eager to partake in her first meal. She hungered. And soon, her appetite would be satiated. [after 2 seconds] [align center] # [[⮜|CH25]] | [[⮞|END]]

# Content warnings for non-sexual scenes _She Hungered_ features the following material: * Themes of repressed sexual desire and shame * Anguish and frustration caused by a cis lesbian yearning for her trans lesbian best friend * Depictions of cisgender fragility by a cis lesbian grappling with her attraction to a trans woman * Depictions of an anxiety attack during an invasive possession scene # Content warnings for sexual content and fetishism material _She Hungered_ features the following material: * References to macro oral vore which include: Brief references to giant monster girls committing and enjoying fatal oral vore, and the main character fantasizing about consuming others as a giantess * References to and fantasies about domineering giantesses using their size to cause physical harm on humans, both non-fatal and fatal. This includes a giantess spirit crushing a dead man with her coils, briefly * Possession by a spirit who pries into her hostesses' sexual desires without permission * Unexpected snake girl transformation * Unexpected giantess transformation * Unexpected arousal and “corruption” (non-canonical description) * Growth segment with explicit masturbation * Building destruction, no death * Giantess monster girl transformation segment leading to implied oral macro vore, along with references to a giantess "craving" and "needing" flesh [align center] __[[Back to main menu|menu]]__

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S1.png', alt: 'Jessie and Leath'} _Leah held the door open for Jessie. “You really are dressed up nicely for a hiking trip. Maybe a little too nicely,” she said with a smile. “For shame, a pretty girl like you is gonna get her cute clothes all dirty.”_ _Woah, woah, was that flirting? No, Leah couldn’t be flirting, there’s no way. She was just doing that thing where she gave you back-handed advice, right?_ _“Flustered?” Leah teased. Jessie scurried into the cabin, her face burning red as Leah giggled at the fruits of her labor. “Don’t let me distract you._ [after 2 seconds] [align center] __[[Back to gallery|Gallery]]__

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S2.png', alt: 'Jessie finds the mysterious text'} _This was no ordinary nature book. Each page was adorned with painted illustrations of great, enormous female animals who had supposedly lived throughout the northern continents centuries ago. Most of them were, well, relatively normal looking at first. Great horses, enormous fish, and powerful, matriarchal wolves, things like that. But these female creatures started to change as Jessie flipped on. Some looked like gargantuan primates, more human than animal. Others were like massive beings from Greek mythology._ _She flipped to the back of the book and then to the front, looking for some sort of genre classification or what fiction series it was based on, but the book listed nothing of the sort._ [after 2 seconds] [align center] __[[Back to gallery|Gallery]]__

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S3.png', alt: 'Jessie meets Valerie'} _The snake woman in the picture eyed Jessie up. A miniature and (presumably) dead man languished in the creature’s coiled tail, which she twisted and flexed with gusto._ _“You can call me Valerie, girl,” the Viper said, hissing the “v.” “Forgive me, for I am just so very lonely, and you look like the perfect companion for the time being.”_ [after 2 seconds] [align center] __[[Back to gallery|Gallery]]__

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S4.png', alt: 'Jessie Growth'} _“Look at you, hardly able to contain yourself,” Valerie cooed. “Oh, and to think we’re only just getting started.”_ _Just getting started? Jessie raised her hands to her breasts and knew Valerie had to be telling the truth. Her chest was enormous now, as big as sedan tires and heavier than a cabin door. Her plaid tore across the seams as her now-bare arms stretched her top to the breaking point. She could feel the hem of her v-neck rise again, this time barely covering her hardened nipples as her swelling breasts pleaded for air._ _Jessie’s head swirled with heat and arousal. She could barely think straight now, as if some deep, feral part of her mind had taken over._ [after 2 seconds] [align center] __[[Back to gallery|Gallery]]__

[after 1 second] {embed image: 'art/S5.png', alt: 'Goddess Jessica'} _The entire roof groaned against Jessie’s colossal chest. In mere seconds, her nipples crashed through the roof, splitting the attic ceiling in two as shards of wood rained down below. Warm wetness leaked from Jessie’s pussy lips and down her scales, flowing across the cabin front until it coated the ground underneath. Exposed in the waning sun, she laughed at her hard work, her round belly fluttering up and down with each breath._ _“Like this house could ever contain me,” she bellowed. “Nothing can hold me back anymore.”_ _Jessie caught her words and moaned. Her two fingers stroked her g-spot, setting her lower body ablaze. She arched her torso and quaked as her scaled rear crashed the second floor down to the ground and threatened to pulverize the first._ [after 2 seconds] [align center] __[[Back to gallery|Gallery]]__

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