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She crawled on the floor towards him on her hands and knees, looking
at the floor as she went. She stopped in front of his two-inch tall
body; he was frozen in place where he stood.
"Mmmmm" she hummed.
She lowered her side to the floor to free up a hand; she started
wrapping a lock of her red hair by her face around her finger.
"Are you ready?"
He stared back up into her green eyes, fearful.
"You're really going to eat me?" he squeaked.
She smiled.
"That's the idea" she replied.
"But, you're going to kill me!"
"Yeah. How do you feel about that, pumpkin?"
"I don't think I want to die."
"Mm. Doesn't change the fact that I'm going to eat you."
He sat down on the floor.
"Don't sit on the floor. You'll get dirty."
He looked up at her.
"You just said you're going to eat me. Why should I care about
anything you want?"
She made a pouty face.
"That's not very nice. I'm still a human being."
"You're a monster."
She moved her free hand towards him.
"You're a tiny, little man" she declared.
She pinched her fingers around him to pick him up. Then, she rolled
onto her back, drawing her knees together. He was trapped in the
grasp of her hand.
She pressed him against her chest.
"I want you to feel my heart beating. Bump-bump, bump-bump" she
whispered.
She paused to hear her heart throbbing in her ears; she was excited.
"You will become my food: my nourishment. I will extract every last
usable piece of you and distribute the pieces throughout my body.
You will feed that beating heart you feel beneath you."
She lifted her hand off of him and placed it under her head to prop
it up. This way, she could watch him rising and falling with her
chest, during each breath she took; she breathed quickly; her voice
struggled to contain her excitement.
"But, you're very small, so, you don't have much to offer me. Why,
then, should I even bother putting in time to digest such a negligible
lump of calories as yourself?"
She moved her hand towards her groin.
"Because it gives me immense pleasure to do it. I'm going to enjoy
placing you on my tongue. I'm going to enjoy feeling you squirm
between my lips as I pull you through them."
She picked him up with her fingers.
"I'm also going to enjoy feeling you struggle for your life against
the horrors you find inside my mouth."
He sniffled.
"I don't want to die" he cried.
"Shhhhhh" she hushed him. "No more of that talk from you."
She slithered her tongue out between her lips and placed him on it.
She couldn't see him anymore. He was pushing down on her tongue
with his hands to keep his balance.
She sucked in his legs.
"No" he cried, feeling her soft lips underneath his hands.
"Mm?" she hummed.
"C'mon. Don't do this, please!"
She started drawing her tongue back into her mouth. She felt his hands
on her lips, pushing downward to try to free himself.
"You evil bitch!" he screamed.
She sucked him in passed his shoulders. His mouth was pressed against
her lips; they muffled his screams.
Once he was fully inside her mouth, she became less gentle. Her tongue
squeezed him against the roof of her mouth and went back and forth
in a chewing motion (she didn't use her teeth). His frightened, little
body fought with all its strength to escape her saliva.
She tilted her head back, and savored the pressure he put on her
tongue. Then, she swallowed and watched a series of mental pictures
that followed his descent down her throat. She counted down in her
head. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.
Plop. She felt his little body land in the pit of her stomach, and
closed her eyes in order to concentrate on her meal.