==Chapter 5, Snacking in Orleans (Giantess, Vore)==

Important Characters:
Blackbeard: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Edward_Teach
Paul Bunyan: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Paul_Bunyan

Several weeks had passed since Chaldea's Masters defeated the Dragon Witch, freeing Orleans from her tyranny and setting right the first of the seven singularities. With time the singularity would fade away as it merged back into history, but for the time being it remained accessible to Chaldea. The Servants of Chaldea had more or less free reign of the singularity, so long as their amusements weren't of so grand a magnitude as to throw the singularity back out of balance.

Blackbeard had been a little unsatisfied as of late. His shtick of playing the unassuming fool only to spectacularly transform into the terrifying pirate of legend didn't pack quite as much punch in the company of fellow legends. For the most part he didn't mind, even if he had become a little bit of a laughingstock. At Chaldea he could live much more honestly, both about who he was and what he liked, than he had been able to in life. But still, he missed seeing the terror in the eyes of his victims, taking by force whatever or whoever he wanted, succeeding or failing by his own might. And so Blackbeard decided to visit Orleans to relieve his glory days.

Blackbeard walked away from a burning farmhouse, a tent in his pants and a struggling young maiden slung over his shoulder. He had burst into that farmhouse just minutes prior, crazed expression on his face as lengths of oil-soaked ropes woven into his beard glowed brightly ablaze. The farmer came at him with a sickle and he shot him twice in the stomach. The farmer's wife and daughter screamed as they watched him fall to the ground. Blackbeard's grin widened further as he took in their horrified expressions. He balled his hand into a fist and punched the daughter hard in the stomach. She wretched as she doubled over and collapsed to the ground. He heard a wail and turned just in time to parry the swing of a knife from the wife, her hand and wrist falling to the ground alongside the weapon. She screamed as she clutched her stump to her chest. Her sobbing ended a few moments later when Blackbeard ran his sword between her breasts. He heard a noise and turned to see that the wounded man had stumbled to his feet. One crack of Blackbeard's pistol later the man crumbled to the ground, a new hole in his forehead. 'This was it, this is what I've been missing', Blackbeard thought. Blackbeard knew that the family had no chance of dealing any damage to his servant body, but even without putting his life on the line the thrill of slaughter had been invigorating. He was broken from his reverie a few moments later when the flames in his beard began to lick at his face. He hopped from one foot to the other as he yelped and patted the fire out. He noticed that the daughter still lay crumpled on the floor, unconscious from the pain and terror he had inflicted on her. He admired her youthful face, the shape of her budding breasts beneath the cloth of her bodice, and the pale creamy calf that poked from beneath her skirt. He decided that he wanted her, wanted to rape her, to hear even more pained and terrified screams until she screamed herself hoarse and he put a bullet between her hollow eyes. But not here, he thought, not in this dingy farmhouse that was beginning to stink of corpse. And so he began to tie her up, binding her in a way that emphasized her nearly flat chest, pulling the cloth tight so that the outline of her nipples were clear. He slung her over his shoulder and smashed a burning oil lamp against the wall as he left. The girl came to just in time to see the corpses of her parents one last time as the flames began to rage. She struggled, muffled screams leaking around her gagged mouth as tears streamed down her face.

Blackbeard had walked a fair distance down a narrow path through a nearby forest. The girl hung limply over his shoulder, having apparently had her fill of wailing and struggling for the moment. Blackbeard stopped when he reached a clearing, dropping his spoils on a stump. His hands had slipped beneath the girl's skirt and he was just about to begin undressing her when he heard a noise behind him. He sprang into action, drawing his pistol and leaping away as he turned to look. He quickly relaxed as he identified the source of the noise. It seemed he wasn't the only one of Chaldea's servants who had thought this clearing a good place to relax. Paul Bunyan slept on the other side of the clearing, the giant loli curled on her side. The trees were just barely tall enough that she couldn't be seen peeking over them by any approaching along the trail. She was wearing just her overalls as she often did, and Blackbeard thought he could just almost see a bit of areola peeking from the side of one of the straps. He approached, craning his neck, trying to find an angle that exposed the hidden bounty. He got closer and closer, until he was just inches away from Bunyan's chest. He still couldn't tell whether the darker patch of skin he saw was a tantalizing hint or merely a shadow from the edge of the strap. He decided to throw caution to the wind, and while holding his breath grabbed the metal clasp and started slowly unhooking it. His eyes flitted between Bunyan's sleeping face and her chest, but as more and more of her chest became exposed his gaze spent less and less time elsewhere.

Finally the clasp dropped to the ground, Bunyan's pale nipple exposed to Blackbeard rapt gaze. His jaw was slack and tears welled in his eyes. Such a rare and wondrous sight! What lewd innocence! A little girl, towering more than three times his height while laying on her side, wearing nothing but her overalls, boots, and gloves. Her innocent sleeping face and soft rumbling breaths as she lay defenseless and exposed for all to see. Blackbeard could no longer resist the sight. Leaping forward he hugged her chest, sinking slightly into her soft skin. He opened his mouth wide and began to suckle gently on the nipple his jaws could barely stretch wide enough to accommodate. For several second Blackbeard was filled with bliss as he buried himself in the giant loli's chest.

Blackbeard's euphoria was interrupted by Bunyan's fist closing around him. He struggled in vain against her fingers and looked to her face afraid he had been found out. He sighed in relief when he saw her eyes still closed, but he was still unable to escape from her fingers. Suddenly her hand began to move, pulling Blackbeard close to her face. Bunyan muttered something under her breath as she shifted in her sleep.

"Silly Mister Pancake. You're not supposed to eat me!" she said with a grin on her face and drool leaking from the corner of her mouth.

Blackbeard realized that perhaps being discovered wasn't the worst case scenario. He had just opened his mouth and was about to yell, to try to wake Bunyan, when she opened her mouth wide and popped him in. Blackbeard never had a chance to scream before Bunyan's molars silenced him forever. One final thought ran though his head before he faded away. 'Giantess loli vore, huh. Suppose there are worse ways to go.'

"Mister Pancake, you don't taste very good." Bunyan muttered, a grimace on her face.

The bound girl watched the whole thing in horror. She struggled desperately against the ropes but the only thing she accomplished was rolling off the stump. Eventually she exhausted herself and the clearing gained a second sleeping girl as she succumbed to fatigue.

...

The farm girl was woken by someone gently shaking her shoulder. When she opened her eyes she reeled backwards, trying to crawl away from the sight of the girl she had just watched eat her captor whole. After her brain had a moment to process she realized that the girl in front of her was much smaller than the one she had seen before, though she otherwise looked the same. She also noticed the ropes that had bound her ankles and wrists were lying in the dirt at the girl's feet. She maintained her distance warily, but ceased trying to flee.

"Hi! Guess you thought this clearing was a nice place for a nap too, huh?" the girl in front of her asked with a cheerful smile.

The farm girl stared at the girl in front of her, taken aback by the question and still in shock at everything that had happened to her. After several seconds everything hit her all at once and she burst into tears. She buried her face in her knees and wailed.

"There, there." the little girl said, walking up and patting her on the head.

The farm girl wrapped her arms around the little girl, pressing her face into her chest as she took comfort in the kindness of this scandalously dressed stranger.

After several minutes of crying she released her grip, leaning back in the dirt and hiccuping as she tried to get a hold of herself.

"What's your name? I'm Paul Bunyan!" the little girl said.

Paul? Like the apostle? Was this child a boy? It would make their manner of wear less scandalous but she didn't think that was the case.

"Marie." the farm girl said between hiccups.

"I know a Marie! She's very pretty too!" Bunyan exclaimed.

Was she calling her pretty? Her parents and the adults in town had occasionally called her that, but the boys had always made fun of her and she had never felt terribly confident in her looks. Right now though she wished she looked like an old twisted crone. Maybe then that man wouldn't have killed her parents and taken her. She buried her head in her knees again, but her tears had run dry.

"Do you want to talk about it? Nursery always says talking about what's wrong helps." Bunyan asked.

Marie sat motionless for a long moment before deciding to share what burdened her.

"My parents are dead. A man broke into our house and killed them both. He tied me up and burned the house down. I was so scared. I can still see his evil grin wreathed in flames."

"Reminds me of Blackbeard. What happened next?" Bunyan asked.

She knows this man? No, why would she know such an awful murderer. She must be thinking of someone else.

"He brought me here. I thought he was going to rape me. After that... No, I must have been dreaming, that couldn't have been real." Marie said, shaking her head. After a moment she leapt to her feet. "We need to get out of here! What if he comes back?"

"What couldn't have been real?" Bunyan asked, unperturbed.

"I had a dream. You were in it but you were really big. You ate the man in a single bite. There was a terrible crunch. Now come on! Let's get out of here!" Marie replied, tugging on Bunyan's arm.

Bunyan pulled a face, sticking out her tongue.

"Eeugh, Blackbeard! No wonder Mister Pancake tasted so bad."

Marie let go of Bunyan arms, backing away several paces until she tripped and fell in the dirt. 'Mister Pancake', that's what the giant in her dream had said. Had that been real? How could this be possible?

"Wait, that really happened?! But you were a giant!" Marie shouted, pointing at Bunyan with wide fearful eyes.

"Sometimes I'm bigger." Bunyan replied with a shrug.

Marie started to stand, intending to flee, but stopped and sat back down on the dirt. She had nowhere to go. No home or family. She was exhausted, she didn't want to fight anymore. She saw Bunyan start to walk towards her. Was this the end? Was she going to be eaten just like that man? She screwed her eyes shut, waiting for the end.

After several seconds passed without anything happening she opened her eyes to see Bunyan squatting in front of her.

"What's wrong?" Bunyan asked, head tilted quizzically.

Marie met her gaze for a moment, then slowly took a deep breath before answering.

"I have nowhere to go, no home, no living relatives. I'll have to go into the city and sell my body just to eat. I probably won't last a year before I get beaten half to death and dumped in a alley where the dogs finish me off. That's what my dad said happens to those that turn their back on God and prostitute themselves." Marie replied.

Bunyan squatted in silence for a few minutes, head cocked to the side with her index finger on her chin. Marie could almost hear the rusty gears squealing as Bunyan thought. Eventually she turned back to face Marie.

"Why don't I eat you?" she asked, an unsettlingly nonchalant grin on her face.

Marie's heart began to pound in her chest, the urge to flee rising once again. She had half expected Bunyan to gobble her up a minute ago, but she hadn't expected the girl to ask her first.

"Why would I do that? Being eaten seems the same whether it's you doing it or the dogs." Marie replied bitterly, staring at the ground.

"Jack said it's fun when I do it! And I want to get Blackbeard's taste out of my mouth. You look like you're way tastier!" Bunyan exclaimed, jumping to her feet.

"Fun? To get eaten?!" Marie responded incredulously.

"That's what Jack says." Bunyan replied with a shrug. "Though she's probably also talking about the other thing we do too."

"What other thing?" Marie asked, curiosity stoked by these unbelievable words.

"A while ago while playing hide and seek we saw the Masters, naked and with their mouths between each others legs. They looked like they were having a lot of fun so Jack suggested we try it. The first time we tried it I accidentally swallowed Jack. She was wriggling around in my mouth while I licked her cunny and Santa Lily and Nursery Rhyme were both playing with mine. Jack started wriggling a lot just when I felt some weird tingly feeling wash all over me. Before I knew it I had swallowed her. Santa Lily and Nursery Rhyme got me to throw up. That wasn't fun at all but we got her out. Jack seemed to like it though, she sometimes asks me to swallow her again when we play. Though she seems to like it even more when she crawls inside my cunny."

Marie felt her face burning and felt as if she might faint at any moment. She had heard whispers and gossip about oral pleasures, but they had always been negative, accusing anyone who might willingly engage in them of being a godless harlot. And with another girl at that! The very thought sent her mind reeling. And from what she knew of Bunyan the girl didn't seem the stealthy type, could she have possibly been spying on these 'Masters' without them being aware? Something about her story left her stomach feeling fluttery, the same way it did when a few of the prettier older girls in the market smiled at her. She knew this was a terrible sin, but felt drawn to it anyway. Did it even matter though? She might be dead soon anyway. Could this even possibly be real? Maybe this was all some horrible nightmare, maybe she would wake up back in her bed, see her parent's faces again and know that everything is alright. She didn't want to die, but she felt too tired to resist, she didn't want to struggle to survive, eating moldy discarded crusts and being kept awake at night by the horrifying image of the man's burning face. But she shouldn't just give up, her parents wouldn't want her to, God wouldn't want her too. What--

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sensation of something pressing to her lips. In shock she realized that Bunyan was kissing her. She opened her mouth, maybe in surprise, maybe to say something, but Bunyan took the opportunity to sneak her tongue into Marie's mouth. Marie sat shocked as she was kissed, Bunyan's tongue moving with the frenzy of youth but more deftly and with much more skill than Marie thought a girl of her age should have. Marie had occasionally seen couples steal a kiss when they thought no one was looking, and one time she had seen a heavier more lasting one between a couple who thought they were alone in the woods, but none of them had been anything like this. She got lost in the sensation, overwhelmed by it. She forgot why she resisted, forgot God and propriety and even that day's events. She started to kiss the girl back, grabbing the sides of her face and forcing her tongue into her mouth with gusto to match.

Marie whined as Bunyan pulled away, opening her eye's to find that the girl who had been a good head shorter than her before now stood taller than her father had.

"Looks like I'm getting big again." Bunyan said, nonchalantly.

Marie felt her pulse quicken, an impulse rising to run away, to escape, to live. She ignored the impulse, her curiosity and adolescent desires stoked to a degree that outweighed any self preservation she may still have had.

Bunyan was now as tall as the trees. She sat on the ground and picked Marie up with one hand. She started to undress Marie, as if she was a doll, starting with her shoes and socks then pulling off her dress, all unexpectedly gently. Marie's face turned a bright crimson as this happened, but she made no move to resist nor voiced any complaints.

"How 'bout we start with the good feeling part and you can decide on the eating bit later?" Bunyan proposed.

Marie considered for a moment before hesitantly nodding.

A grin spread across Bunyan's face. She lifted Marie to her mouth, forced the girl's thighs apart with her tongue, and got to work. Marie gasped, holding tightly onto Bunyan's nose as new and wonderful sensations flooded her body. It didn't take long for the pleasure to build to crescendo, the waves of pleasure crashing through Marie's body as she shuddered and writhed in Bunyan's grasp. Bunyan didn't let up though, and the pleasure didn't take much longer to build and crash the second time around. The third was interrupted before it could really start building though. Bunyan had continued to grow, and Marie's writhing ass had become quite slick with her arousal and Bunyan's saliva. With an undignified yelp she had lost her balance, her entire lower body slipping inside Bunyan's mouth.

"U okeey?" Bunyan asked, the vibrations of the muffled words rattling Marie.

"Yeah." Marie managed to pant out between heavy breaths.

Bunyan lifted her hand, moving to pull Marie back out.

"Wait!" Maire yelled.

Bunyan tilted her head, shaking Marie as she looked down her nose at the girl hanging out of her mouth.

"You can keep going like this. You- You can do whatever you want." Marie said, feeling her heart beating nearly out of her chest as the words spilled from her mouth.

"Weally? I ken eet u?" Bunyan asked, her ecstatic bobbing rattling Marie even further.

Marie hesitantly nodded and Bunyan's tongue got back to work between her thighs. Marie could feel Bunyan's teeth lightly holding her waist in place as the giant's tongue worked it's magic. Would she do it like this? Bite her in half while bringing her to unimaginable heights of pleasure? If she did would she wait for the next big wave or might it happen at any second? The uncertainty, the possibility, the adrenaline, the fear, it all worked together to make Marie's third orgasm the biggest yet. She threw back her head, screaming out her pleasure. Suddenly it became quite dark and humid, and once Marie had come down enough to think she realized that Bunyan had sucked her entire body into her mouth. Bunyan's tongue dexterously flipped her over, pressing Maire's body to the roof of her mouth where she got to work stimulating the entire front of her body. Bunyan's tongue started to incorporate Maire's chest into its routine, pleasure the nubs it found their and bringing the girl to even greater heights. Bunyan's tongue rolled over Marie's entire body, building her up to a fourth orgasm that promised to be the biggest yet. Marie was breathing hard and fast, and the hot humid air in Bunyan's mouth was quickly thinning. Between that and the mind blowing pleasure Marie was becoming delirious. The pleasure kept building, well past where it had peaked before. Marie writhed against Bunyan's tongue, vocally crying out her ecstasy. Finally the pleasure reached its peak, fireworks exploding across Marie's vision and throughout her brain. Through the incredible assault of sensation Marie barely even registered the pressure on the sides of her head. A moment later Bunyan's teeth clicked together, Marie's head crushed between her molars. Bunyan chewed for several seconds before swallowing.

Bunyan had a happy grin on her face as she walked back across the clearing to where she had been napping. She towered above the trees and the trip didn't even take two full steps. As she got ready to nap and digest her meal she finally noticed that one of the straps of her overalls was undone. She fixed it, then laid on the ground, curling up and resting her head on her hands. She drifted off to sleep, a sappy grin on her face as she thought about Marie. She hoped that if she dreamt about Mr. Pancake again that he would taste like Marie rather than Blackbeard.