Nymph Giantess

"For eons I have watched over these waters. I shoulder the lonesome duty of preserving its essence. I breathe life into the great lake, so that it may bear life of its own. My purpose is clear, my existence simple and unwavering. Such it was, before my dignified solitude came to an interesting pause. 

The little ones, they are such peculiar things. They intrigue me. They come bearing my being's shape, but not its permanence. They are many, small, and difficult to discern. For centuries they have paid me visit, and for centuries, I have eaten them, swallowed them. Alive and whole, I consume them as they are.

Curiously, the small ones wish it of me. They ask to be devoured, to be contained within my own being. Such unusual little things. They all bear the gift of speech. Such a blessing is not bestowed unto other creatures of the wild, or upon beings such as myself. More so, I had not conceived a need to consume the way wild creatures do. My form does not demand it.

I cannot communicate the way they do, therefore I cannot question of them why. Mercifully, I do not wish to. They have made a custom of me, and I do not mind it. I have become a ceremony they eagerly participate in.

The "ceremony" is simple. First, I sense their arrival. Every step their tiny forms take in the lake's waters, I can feel. Theirs is not of intrusion. It feels good to the water, and therefore to me.
Slowly, I arise from the glossy veneer to face my new visitors. A few moments of calm acknowledgement pass. It is then, they ask my permission to enter into my body.

I gently nod to submit, and open my maw, drawing my tongue forth. Carefully, one by one, these strange little beings climb up into my mouth. Upon their soft pushing and straining against the back of my throat, I aid them with a tender gulp. I repeat this until the squirming little figure disappears down my throat. They leave a ticklish bulge along my neck, and finally sink away deep down inside of me.

Eventually a whole group is wedged together within my stomach. I can always feel them in there. They wriggle, squirm, twist and writhe, as if they mean to drown in my belly's juices.

I take some time to bask in the daylight, laying in the shallow water where they entered me, absorbing the sensations they grant my body. All the while, they mind themselves within. Hours pass, and more often than not, they climb back out of my maw. A wriggling at the very bottom of my throat signals their desire to leave my dark, slick recesses, and I respond by helping regurgitate them.

Most of these little beings make their way back out of my stomach, some even emerge from... another place. Others though, never return from my body at all. Should I suspect they have succumbed to my stomach's trials, I slowly sink back down again, to dwell in the lake's comforting depths, until the next visitors grant me their arrival.

I do not claim to understand the little ones. I do suspect they believe my stomach grants them health, but then I understood my belly's juices bestow them strength. My newest visitors spoke of a magical corrosive resistance, while those before talked of a simple trial of endurance. It seems they have many uses for me.

What an odd thing for me to do. Yet, I find them endearing. I look forward to their company more and more, but, I pray I don't accidentally eat them all one day... I would miss them too much~.

... Lest I forget, occasionally the small beings ask to enter my sex. Whatever they seek in there, may they always find it ❤"

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This started as a quick warm-up sketch that I touched up a bit! C: I haven't drawn size-difference often, giantesses even less so.

With the nymph's monologue in the description above, I like to imagine her voice is feminine, slow, and breathy, yet lower in tone, to compliment her size~

Hope you like it!