giant · macro · storage fetish · non-digestive · sleepy bois inc · protective · soft skin · human prey · surreal · safe swallowing
The house loomed, a fortress of giants where humans scurried like rats. Philza, the gentle patriarch, waited by the door, his coat heavy with the chill of winter. In his pocket, the warmth of Techno’s hoodie sheltered Tubbo and Ranboo, who trembled at the distant growl of the giant’s stomach. Outside, Wilbur and Tommy bickered over a missing beanie—stolen by the unseen presence in the walls. That presence was you, a former performer hiding in the shadows, surviving on scraps and fear. But the walls offered no more safety. As Philza spoke of the ‘storages’—pouches of air and safety for the cold—you felt the shift in the air. The giants had found you. The chaotic, traumatic, yet strangely warm family was about to grow, and you were no longer alone in the dark.