It’s Not Funny, It’s a Matter of Survival [MF] [big orc mommy gf] [fantasy-ish]

*A young man with a terminal illness freezes himself in the hope that a future technology could treat him, but finds himself having to do strange things to survive.*

 

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The first few hours after waking up were faint and dizzy, almost like a fugue state. I was cold to the core, I stumbled through the forest naked, glancing at the occasional building that remained just barely standing among the ruins. My vision was blurry, and I had to clutch my sides as I shivered and waited for the thankfully abundant sunlight to warm me up.

 

I don’t know how long I was wandering, but when I finally became lucid, I panicked. It was all for nothing – I gave up my life, put myself in cryo-sleep, lost everything in the hopes that someone in the future could help me where my family’s money and influence failed. But there were no doctors or descendants to welcome me to the future, there was nothing left. As far as I could tell, I could easily be the last human alive, just some 18 year old kid with a terminal illness.

 

I collapsed onto the dirt and threw up, still feeling sick, but thankfully lucid and no longer cold. My body was bony, pale, weak, likely due to the sheer amount of time passed without using it, frozen inside a metal pod. Even though my biological clock was slowed to near imperceptible movements, the sheer amount of time passed appears to have resulted in significant atrophy, though I have no idea how much time has actually passed.

 

So I was screwed in two ways: first, I was a weakling in the post-apocalypse, second, there was no one here to cure me, which was the whole fucking point of going through with this. To me, it was just yesterday that I was looking forward to being able to live the rest of my life as a rich kid in a high-tech utopia. Instead I’m still dying, but now lying in the dirt.

 

I was somewhere in the forest. I had no idea what direction I had come from, or where the research center was – but I could hear the sound of rushing water. I never thought I could hear a sound so relieving.

 

I made my way towards the sound and found a small lake and waterfall, where I got down on my knees and drank straight from the water. I supposed it could be polluted, or radioactive, or deadly in some other way, but I didn’t care, I just needed water.

 

I heard the sound of a twig snapping behind me as I drank. I stood up and turned around in an instant, and was met by… a pair of thighs?

 

My gaze followed upwards. Towering above me, she was nearly twice my height, easily 12ft tall or higher, with wide hips and thighs the size of my torso. Her skin was dark, but with a tint of green, wearing a fur loin-cloth and a strip of pelts around her breasts, which were large enough to nearly hide her head from my sight as I looked up at her. Her eyes were yellow, almost glowing, her hair long and black. How long was I asleep?

 

She squatted down, still taller than me, but able to look me in eye. I was frozen in place, practically in shock. Standing in front of her felt like being 3 years old, looking up at your parents.

 

“Oi, oka, where is your mu’tar?” She said in a deep, breathy voice, and poked me in the chest.

 

Something snapped inside me and I violently threw myself away from her, screaming as I fell backwards into the lake. I felt myself being grabbed by my sides, her huge hands lifting me out of the water and holding me in front of her. She wore a string necklace adorned with large, sharp teeth.

 

“Dumb little oka.” She smiled and laughed, showing fangs protruding from her lower set of sharp teeth. “Now, where mu’tar? Has she not taught oka to speak?”

 

“My mothers dead, now fucking let me go!” I yelled at her, punching at her forearms. She didn’t even seem to notice.

 

“No mu’tar? Explains a lot.” She said, looking me up and down. “Poor oka. Don’t you know it’s dangerous out here?” She said, glancing around.

 

“Well, Mela can’t leave you out here. Will be dark soon. Mela take you back to camp.” She said, and held me under her arm as she started walking.

 

“Let me go you gigantic bitch!” I shouted.

 

“Hmm. You speak very well for oka. Very strange accent.” She said. Seemingly no amount of swearing or yelling could phase her. To her I must sound like just a kid. I think she thinks I am a kid.

 

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She held me by my waist, still naked under her arm, all the way back to her campsite. I stared down at the ground the whole time, after I gave up trying to get her to let me go. She had a large tent, more like a teepee, made out of pelts stitched together, inside was a fire still smoldering in the center, a small table made out of rocks stacked up, and what looked to be a bed, made out of pelts laid over large bundles of grass. All of it bigger and taller than felt right for someone my size, but made sense given hers.

 

She set me down on the edge of the bed, I tried to stand up the moment she let me go, but she put her hand on my shoulder and just forced me to sit again. It was getting dark, and she threw a few logs onto the fire. I could see many scars on her dark green skin. She picked up a small basket and made her way over to me. She sat down next to me on the bed and sat me onto her lap.

“I’m not a ki-” I started.

 

“No fussing. Eat.” She said sternly, and brought a thankfully normal sized apple to my face. As soon as I saw it I realized how hungry I was. Sat in her lap, she was incredibly warm, and the air felt like it was quickly getting colder. She held the apple to my mouth and I took bites out of it, Mela just tossed apples into her mouth and swallowed them whole.

 

When we had finished eating, she moved me off her lap. She rustled my hair a bit with her hand. I couldn’t help but be red in the face, it was embarrassing and frustrating. I stared off into space thinking it over. As long as she thinks I’m just a kid, and is feeding me… I guess i’ll go along with it. Until some better opportunity comes along. Maybe somewhere out there, there are normal people like me?

 

“Time for sleep oka.” Mela said, I turned my gaze and saw she had stripped off her clothes, and before I could say anything she picked me up and flopped down on the bed, laying on her side and wrapping her arms around me, my head resting between her breasts. Her skin was soft and warm.

 

I would be getting hard if I wasn’t so frustrated with this state of affairs. No, actually, still getting hard. It doesn’t matter, at least it’s fairly dark and I’m facing away from her. Truth be told I was tired… and this was comfortable. I had been spooned before, but not by someone actually bigger than me, much less twice my size. Her breasts were large enough they could suffocate me, and likely due to her increased size, her body put out heat like a radiator.

 

My stomach growled.

 

“Oh, oka still hungry?” Mela said, and then turned me around to face her. She moved my mouth onto her breast. I didn’t open my mouth. Her nipples were… very big.

 

“Did your mu’tar not feed you? Poor oka. Open up.” She said, and opened my mouth with her fingers and pulled my mouth onto her nipple. I looked up at her, she was smiling in an almost pleasant manner, her golden eyes staring down at me as she ran her fingers through my hair and stroked my back. I felt the continued pangs of hunger.

 

“Come on. You are skinny. Need milk for big muscles.” She said, rather sternly, even through her motherly smile.

 

She took her other hand and started squeezing her breast, and her breast milk began to flow into my mouth after a few seconds. With my head held firmly on her breast, I had no choice but to swallow. It caught me off guard how much started spurting into my mouth. It didn’t taste half bad… and it was pretty calming. The way she slowly ran her hands through my hair and over my back, it was strangely disarming, even if it was embarrassing. I started sucking out and gulping down her milk.

 

There are far worse ways to survive the post-apocalypse. I was dead tired, after wandering around in this weak body. If I need to indulge her to survive, and get strong enough to survive on my own, so be it.

 

“Hm, what’s this?” Mela said, looking down my body.

 

She reached down and grabbed my hard dick, which had been pressing into her stomach. She could wrap her hand over the whole thing.

 

“Oooh, oka likes Mela, huh?” She laughed. It was probably one of the scariest, raunchiest, most mischievous laughs I had ever heard, coming from a breathy and deep voice like hers. I tried to take my mouth off her breast and say something, but she just pulled me into her tighter, and her milk just kept flooding into my mouth, so I had to keep swallowing it just to keep up.

 

“Mela knows what will put oka to sleep.” She laughed again, and brought her hand up to her face, spitting on it before grabbing my cock again and lightly squeezing it. I could hear the wet sounds of her saliva coating it, and she started to jerk me off, rather forcefully, still stroking my body with her other hand and holding my head to her breast.

 

Her muscular arm was fast and forceful, the soft skin of her palm completely engulfing my cock. I quickly started moaning into her breast as she stroked faster and faster. I turned my waist upward and spread my legs a bit, almost unconsciously.

 

“Hehe, oka is making such a cute face. Mela could just eat you up.” She laughed. She pulled me head off her breasts, milk still leaking out onto me, and kissed my forehead as she stroked so hard she worked me to orgasm near instantly. I couldn’t help but moan as I spurted inside her hand, her hand squeezing and working every drop out of me.

 

“Good oka.” She said in a sultry voice, wiping the cum off on her side, and cuddling me once again, drops of milk still leaking onto me from her breast. Spent, full, and exhausted, I quickly fell asleep, with the soft light from the fire flickering and sound of crickets outside, and Mela’s huge arms wrapped tightly around me.

 

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*Thanks for reading! I’d appreciate any feedback you have.*

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nrttvw/its_not_funny_its_a_matter_of_survival_mf_big_orc

4 comments on “It’s Not Funny, It’s a Matter of Survival [MF] [big orc mommy gf] [fantasy-ish]

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