“mommy, we don’t want to be eaten. please mommy, let us go!”
“be quiet food. mommy is hungry and your purpose in life is to fill me up”.
I’m thinking about shoving multiple terrified preys into my mouth all at once. abusing them with my mouth. paying no attention to their cries for help, begging me to release them. humming while I push them around with my tongue violently until their tiny bodies are bruised.
it’s quite amusing how they try their hardest to escape, but never make it. constantly pushing out their arms and heads out between my lips, only to get pushed back in with my finger. that’s when it’s time to let them fall back. tilting my head back so they slide into my throat which leaves a huge bulge.
feeling their tiny hands pushing at my throat makes it difficult to breathe. I feel myself heating up when my throat tightens around them. it makes them panic more, squirm with fear. there is something so pleasing about choking on my food. oh how good it feels to know that they’re all cramped up inside that tight space.
I love it when they’re fighting back. makes it more entertaining. dumb tiny men don’t know their place yet. they were born to fill me up. they belong inside me. pressing my finger on the bulge, I push it down to force them down with a big gulp.
my finger runs down my chest all the way down to where my tiny men have ended up in the darkest pit of my hot tight stomach. picking up more tiny men I do it over again. I stuff myself to the point where I need to unzip my pants for relief.
all those tiny preys crushing each other, making it hard for them to breathe. poor tiny things probably think I’m finished. a big plate of food is waiting to go down with them. it will get harder and harder for them to move the more I eat. already with such little space. fighting each other to get to the top for air. that little air will leave with my burps and that’s when they start fighting for their lives.
it’s going to be so hot and tight in there. they’re lucky I haven’t groped and rubbed my belly yet. I’m so stuffed it hurts. I wish I could make it tighter and tighter. soon my stomach walls will smother them all to nothing. my stomach will dominate them all.
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I should have loved—erewhile when Heaven conceived
Each day, some child abnormal and obscene,
Beside a maiden giantess to have lived,
Like a luxurious cat at the feet of a queen;
To see her body flowering with her soul,
And grow, unchained, in awe-inspiring art,
Within the mists across her eyes that stole
To divine the fires entombed within her heart.
And oft to scramble o'er her mighty limbs,
And climb the slopes of her enormous knees,
Or in summer when the scorching sunlight streams
Across the country, to recline at ease,
And slumber in the shadow of her breast
Like an hamlet 'neath the mountain-crest.
Charles Baudelaire: The Giantess
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Alright folks, vaccine dose #2 is kicking my tail and I’m out off commission from work and literally everything else for the weekend.
Hit me with your favorite hurt/comfort scenarios, you lovely beegs, leetles, and shifters.
One of my favorites is a giant holding her tiny close, running a fingertip up and down the tiny’s back and just gently cooing and singing softly under her breath--her quiet words like gentle rumbles of thunder that give her tiny something grounded to hold on to.
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