Astrid

Chapter 1 - Astrid's Night Out

The tavern was a riot of sound and light, a chaotic celebration after another successful monster hunt. Into this maelstrom strode Astrid, a figure who commanded the room's attention without even trying. At seven feet, eight inches tall, she was a mountain of a woman, her blue skin glowing in the firelight. Her long, dark blue hair was tied back with a simple green bandana, and her outfit was a mismatched collection of practicality and flair: a sturdy brown corset with white trim cinched her waist, over which she wore a purple bolero top and matching shorts. Peeking out from under the shorts was the hem of a long, patched green dress, a riot of colors that spoke of a life on the road.

Her weight, a solid 298 pounds, was distributed in a powerful, imposing frame that made the crowded bar part before her like the sea.

As she bellied up to the bar, a grinning dwarf with a braided beard slammed a tankard down. "Look what the frost giants dragged in! Astrid! A drink on me if you can handle it!"

Before she could answer, a lanky human adventurer named Finn, already deep in his cups, sneered from a nearby stool. "Careful, Grim. That much ale might make the blueberry burst. I've seen whales smaller than her."

A hush fell over the immediate area. Astrid turned her head slowly, her expression unreadable. "Is that a challenge, little man?"

Finn's drunken bravado swelled. "It is! A drinking contest! You vs. me. Loser pays the winner's tab for the night."

Astrid's lips curved into a predatory smile. "And the winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser."

The deal was struck. Tankards were lined up. The contest began. Astrid was a force of nature. She didn't sip; she consumed. One liter after another disappeared down her throat, her throat working rhythmically. Finn, to his credit, kept pace for the first few rounds, but his face grew pale and his movements sloppy. Astrid, on the other hand, seemed to gain energy, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of blue.

Finally, Finn slumped forward, his forehead hitting the bar with a thud. He was out.

Astrid let out a triumphant belch that rattled the mugs on the shelf. The tavern erupted in cheers. She leaned back, her stomach, now taut and swollen with what felt like gallons of beer, sloshing heavily. She patted it contentedly.

Finn stirred, groaning. He lifted his head, his eyes bleary and full of venom. "You... you fat freak," he slurred, pushing himself up. "Won by being a disgusting glutton. Probably have to roll you out of here. Useless, fat cow."

The cheers died instantly. Astrid's smile vanished, replaced by a cold, predatory calm. The room watched, frozen, as she stood up, her shadow completely engulfing the smaller man.

"You know," she said, her voice a low rumble, "I'm still hungry. And you've just been so rude."

Before anyone could react, she moved with shocking speed. Her hands, large and strong, grabbed Finn by the shoulders. He let out a yelp of surprise that was cut short as her jaws unhinged with an impossible, wet pop. She engulfed his head in one smooth motion, her throat bulging outward. The tavern stared in horror and awe as she worked her way down his body, swallowing him whole. His struggles were frantic but futile, his kicks and punches muffled by the expanding flesh of her gullet.

With a final, powerful gulp, Finn's flailing feet disappeared past her lips. She licked them, closed her mouth, and let out a groan of satisfaction. Her belly, already distended from the beer, now surged outward, rounding into a massive, wriggling dome. It gurgled and churned, the movements of the man inside clearly visible as he fought for a release that would never come.

Astrid sank back onto her stool, cradling her enormous, squirming gut. "He had a point," she grunted, patting a particularly vigorous bulge. "I am a glutton."

The party was彻底 ruined. Patrons stared, some in fear, others in morbid fascination. But a small, pretty maid with auburn hair tied in a bun, who had been cleaning a nearby table, approached hesitantly. Her eyes were wide, but not with fear. They held a spark of intense curiosity.

"Excuse me, Miss Giant?" she asked in a soft voice. "That... that looks uncomfortable. Would you... would you like me to rub your belly? I'm very good at it."

Astrid looked down at the petite woman, then at her own writhing stomach. A slow smile spread across her face. "I'd like that very much."

The maid, whose name was Elara, pulled a stool close. She placed her small, soft hands on the taut, blue skin of Astrid's stomach. The giantess shuddered at the touch. Elara began to rub in slow, firm circles, her palms pressing into the flesh, soothing the powerful churning within. Every time Finn thrashed, Elara would apply a little more pressure, her touch both calming and incredibly stimulating.

"You're so strong," Elara whispered, her breath warm against Astrid's side. "To hold all this... power inside you."

Astrid let out a low moan, a mix of pleasure and pressure. "It's... building up."

"Let it out," Elara urged, her hands tracing the outline of a struggling limb. "Don't hold back."

Astrid leaned her head back and let out a thunderous, room-shaking belch. The pressure in her gut eased, and a new kind of warmth spread through her. Elara giggled, the sound light and musical. "Good girl," she cooed, continuing her massage. Her hands roamed higher, caressing the sensitive skin just below Astrid's breasts, then lower, tracing the curve where her belly met her hips.

The air between them grew thick with an undeniable heat. Astrid's breathing grew heavy. She looked down at the maid, whose eyes were now dark with lust. The rubbing was no longer just about comfort; it was a deliberate, erotic exploration.

"Your room?" Astrid rumbled, her voice husky.

Elara just nodded, biting her lip.

Astrid heaved herself to her feet, her massive belly swaying with the movement. She followed the maid up the creaking stairs to a small, simple room. As soon as the door was closed, Elara was on her, pressing her body against the giantess's taut stomach. She kissed the blue flesh, her tongue tracing patterns that made Astrid gasp.

Clothes were quickly shed. Elara's small, pale body was a stark contrast to Astrid's large, blue form. The maid guided the giantess to the bed, having her lie on her side to accommodate her enormous stomach. Elara then climbed behind her, spooning the massive blue woman, one arm draped over her waist to continue rubbing her belly while the other explored her body.

Their lovemaking was intense and passionate. Elara worshipped Astrid's body, her size, her strength, and the living, writhing proof of her dominance contained within her belly. She kissed and caressed every curve, her fingers finding all the sensitive spots that made the frost giantess tremble and moan. Astrid, in turn, was lost in the sensations—the fullness in her stomach, the wriggling of her prey, and the exquisite touch of the woman who saw not a monster, but a goddess.

As they reached their peak together, Elara pressed her ear to Astrid's stomach, listening to the final, muffled struggles within. The last twitch from Finn coincided with their shared climax, a final, perfect punctuation to a night of debauchery and dominance. In the aftermath, they lay tangled together, the maid still stroking the now-settling, gurgling dome of the giantess's belly, both of them utterly sated.