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Tim woke up far away from his bed, on a cold stone floor. It looked like a prison made for giants. The bars were made from jagged iron, each of them were several feet thick and stretched high into the ceiling above. No sooner did Tim get his bearings when he heard the thunderous slap of gigantic bare feet on the stone floor from down the hall. This was obviously the person for whom the prison was sized, but was it the prisoner, or the warden? What came around the corner was not what he expected of either. The towering demoness wore only underwear. She had a pretty face and breasts that would have been large even if she wasn't hundreds of feet tall. Her purple wings spread behind her regally and her horns crackled with purple magic.

"Is that a new prisoner?" she asked, looking directly at him. "It's been a while since I've had someone new here. I always love breaking in the new ones." She walked towards him, each step booming closer. He turned to run. "You should know you can't run. I'm far too big for that, but this pocket dimension is also a loop, there aren't even any exits for you to run to." The demoness informed him. "I should introduce myself. I'm Antheia, this is my hunting ground. The souls of sleeping mortals occasionally wake up here for me to feast on their fear, and you're one of unlucky bugs tonight. Don't think you're safe just because this is a dream either. If your soul dies here, you'll never wake up." She caught up to him and loomed menacingly above him. What was going on? Demons? Pocket dimensions? This would be an overwhelming amount of information for someone who didn't have a giant predatory woman standing in front of them. "Oh look at you, quaking in your boots, how adorable... and delicious." Antheia said.

Antheia sat down and licked her lips. She placed her feet next to Tim, like massive walls they rose 10 feet above him. "Unless you want to get squished so early, I suggest you run like the little bug you are." She started to slowly move her feet towards each other. Tim did as he was told, seeing no other options. He ran as fast as he could. He was going to make it! He only had a few inches between him and Antheia's soles, but he was almost there. Suddenly, the last of the gap between her soles closed, slamming him between them just before he was safe. "Looks like you were too slow, time to get squished." she said. She rubbed her feet together, rolling Tim between them. He was slathered in her sweat and the dirt from her feet. If he had bones they would all be breaking, but his soul could still feel the pain as if they were. He screamed in pain and fear thinking he would never wake up again like she had said. She drank up his screams hungrily. "Nothing tastes better than the screams of a new prisoner. Except maybe..." she trailed off.

Tim felt Antheia's feet raise off the ground. They opened just enough to see his fate, but not enough to drop him. She was lying on her back, with her feet raised directly above her head. Tim couldn't help but think that she was remarkably flexible, but now was not the time to be impressed. "I wonder if you'll taste as good as your screams?" she posited. The soles came apart and Tim found himself falling into Antheia's open maw. He landed on her tongue, which pressed him against the roof of her mouth. Saliva rushed past him, drenching him as she sucked on him like a candy. It forced its way into his nose, nearly drowning him. The pressure subsided and her tongue tipped to one side. He scrambled up it but it was too slippery and he fell onto her molars. They bit down softly, nibbling on his body, coming just shy of utterly crushing him. After what felt like hours of this torture, Antheia's mouth began to fill with saliva. Tim found himself swimming in it, before being violently ejected in a puddle of spit. He slammed into the stone tile and stood up to look where he had landed.

Tim was between Antheia's legs, they moved with terrifying scale as she stood up around him. "That was a fun first night, but it should be about time for you to wake up." She said, raising her foot above him. "Goodnight bug. I'll see you tomorrow." Her foot rushed towards him, it impacted his outstretched arms, making them flare with pain but, just before he was crushed, he was no longer there. Tim woke up from the nightmare, feeling far more tired thn he had when he had gone to bed.

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Tim woke up far away from his bed, on a cold stone floor. It looked like a prison made for giants. The bars were made from jagged iron, each of them were several feet thick and stretched high into the ceiling above. No sooner did Tim get his bearings when he heard the thunderous slap of gigantic bare feet on the stone floor from down the hall. This was obviously the person for whom the prison was sized, but was it the prisoner, or the warden? What came around the corner was not what he expected of either. The towering demoness wore only underwear. She had a pretty face and breasts that would have been large even if she wasn't hundreds of feet tall. Her purple wings spread behind her regally and her horns crackled with purple magic.

"Is that a new prisoner?" she asked, looking directly at him. "It's been a while since I've had someone new here. I always love breaking in the new ones." She walked towards him, each step booming closer. He turned to run. "You should know you can't run. I'm far too big for that, but this pocket dimension is also a loop, there aren't even any exits for you to run to." The demoness informed him. "I should introduce myself. I'm Antheia, this is my hunting ground. The souls of sleeping mortals occasionally wake up here for me to feast on their fear, and you're one of unlucky bugs tonight. Don't think you're safe just because this is a dream either. If your soul dies here, you'll never wake up." She caught up to him and loomed menacingly above him. What was going on? Demons? Pocket dimensions? This would be an overwhelming amount of information for someone who didn't have a giant predatory woman standing in front of them. "Oh look at you, quaking in your boots, how adorable... and delicious." Antheia said.

Antheia sat down and licked her lips. She placed her feet next to Tim, like massive walls they rose 10 feet above him. "Unless you want to get squished so early, I suggest you run like the little bug you are." She started to slowly move her feet towards each other. Tim did as he was told, seeing no other options. He ran as fast as he could. He was going to make it! He only had a few inches between him and Antheia's soles, but he was almost there. Suddenly, the last of the gap between her soles closed, slamming him between them just before he was safe. "Looks like you were too slow, time to get squished." she said. She rubbed her feet together, rolling Tim between them. He was slathered in her sweat and the dirt from her feet. If he had bones they would all be breaking, but his soul could still feel the pain as if they were. He screamed in pain and fear thinking he would never wake up again like she had said. She drank up his screams hungrily. "Nothing tastes better than the screams of a new prisoner. Except maybe..." she trailed off.

Tim felt Antheia's feet raise off the ground. They opened just enough to see his fate, but not enough to drop him. She was lying on her back, with her feet raised directly above her head. Tim couldn't help but think that she was remarkably flexible, but now was not the time to be impressed. "I wonder if you'll taste as good as your screams?" she posited. The soles came apart and Tim found himself falling into Antheia's open maw. He landed on her tongue, which pressed him against the roof of her mouth. Saliva rushed past him, drenching him as she sucked on him like a candy. It forced its way into his nose, nearly drowning him. The pressure subsided and her tongue tipped to one side. He scrambled up it but it was too slippery and he fell onto her molars. They bit down softly, nibbling on his body, coming just shy of utterly crushing him. After what felt like hours of this torture, Antheia's mouth began to fill with saliva. Tim found himself swimming in it, before being violently ejected in a puddle of spit. He slammed into the stone tile and stood up to look where he had landed.

Tim was between Antheia's legs, they moved with terrifying scale as she stood up around him. "That was a fun first night, but it should be about time for you to wake up." She said, raising her foot above him. "Goodnight bug. I'll see you tomorrow." Her foot rushed towards him, it impacted his outstretched arms, making them flare with pain but, just before he was crushed, he was no longer there. Tim woke up from the nightmare, feeling far more tired thn he had when he had gone to bed.

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