Kidnapped By A Hungry Giantess: Part 5

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You groan and sit up, looking around the familiar cardboard box.  Jesus Christ, when will this ever end?!  You just want to go home. . .

Familiar footsteps sound in the distance, and you look up as a massive shadow comes over you.  The giantess looms over your tiny body, and she smiles, licking her lips.  “Hey, tasty thing,” she teases, her large hand landing next to you.  “You felt /so/ good going up my ass the other night. . . And having you in my stomach really worked up my appetite.”

“Please just let me go.”  You continue to beg, even as you know it’s futile--still, you have to try.  “Please, just let me go home, /please/!”

The giantess frowns.  “We’ve been over this.  I’m not letting you go.  After all, what fun is letting a plaything go free?”  You say nothing, and she sighs.  “You know, you’re getting a bit boring, always saying the same things like this.  Maybe I should go get a new toy to play with. . .”

Your eyes widen in surprise.  Does that mean she’ll let you go?  But then the giantess says, “I can gobble you up, let you digest for good, and then find someone else to take your place!  How does that sound?”

“No!” you scream, frantically looking up at her.  You don’t want to be her plaything, yes, but even more than that, you don’t want her to actually digest you.  You don’t want to die, especially not like this.  “Please, don’t do that!  I’ll do anything you want, just please don’t digest me!”

The giantess stares at you.  Then a smirk comes over her face.  “I’ll tell you what.  Your performance tonight will decide whether you get broken down for good.  Be a good, obedient little snack, and I’ll bring you back.  Don’t, and, well. . .”  She licks her lips.  “Got it?”

You nod.  Fuck, who knew she could be so menacing?!  “Good!” she says cheerfully.  “Then let’s go!”  Before you can react, her hand wraps around your body, grabbing you in a fist.  You are brought up, high into the air, and she walks with you to the kitchen.

“Hmm, how should I eat you today?” the giantess muses, looking around.  “Ah, I know!”  She grabs a plate from the cabinet and throws you on it.  For a minute you’re dazed, and when you look up, she’s looming in front of you, holding a large bottle of honey.

“Lie down and spread out your legs,” the giantess commands.  “I want to make my meal nice and sweet.”

You quickly obey, going against the bottom of the plate and spreading your limbs like your life depends on it--well, it literally does this time, doesn’t it?  She smirks down at you and licks her lips, bringing the bottle closer.

The first drops of honey land on your feet, startling you, and they drip down your toes, landing on the plate.  Then she brings the bottle upward, and covers one leg in the stuff, then the other.  You’re a sugary, sticky mess--and that’s just how she wants you to be.

She brings the bottle around your privates, and then squirts honey on your tummy, resulting in a ticklish sensation that makes you laugh, even despite the situation.  The giantess smirks, and sprays your chest, then brings the honey up and down your arms.  As the finishing touch, she dallops honey onto your neck, then brings the bottle up, retreating for a moment as she admires her work.

“Mmm, you look yummy!” the giantess says cheerfully.  “Now, let’s get you down the hatch.  Don’t struggle now--remember what I said about your performance?”

You nod frantically, and she grins.  “Good.”  With that, she grabs the plate, and starts bringing it up to her mouth, opening her maw wide.

You gulp, and can’t help but shiver upon seeing her teeth and tongue, especially the way that the pink organ reaches out toward you.  And behind it all, her throat reminds it of your inevitable fate tonight--and your possible digestion.

The giantess gets close enough, and she moves her tongue, bringing it underneath you so you’re lying on its surface. Then she brings her tongue back in her mouth, and you with it.  A moment later, her gaping maw closes, locking you in darkness.

Her tongue laps you up like the candy you are, licking you greedily and without mercy, not stopping for even a second.  The bath of honey is quickly replaced by a bath of drool, as you get covered in saliva in a matter of seconds. Even as you want to scream, you try not to move--you don’t want to awaken her wrath.  All you have to do is be a good snack, right?  That’ll keep you alive . . . hopefully.

Finally, she finishes tasting your wet, soaked body, and her tongue pushes you backwards.  You barely have time to think before a powerful /gulp/ echoes throughout the mouth, and you are shoved down into her throat, headed toward her stomach.

Your heart pounds in fear as you go toward that dreaded belly.  You hate being eaten like this, hate being digested again and again.  But what choice do you have?  All you can do is go along with her games.  Otherwise . . . well, that’s not worth thinking about.

The throat spits you out into the stomach, and you land on the floor with a /splash/.  Sitting up, you are greeted by a familiar cavern: it growls menacingly around you, gurgling and dripping with liquid, ready to break you down just like any other food.

“Mmmm, you were tasty tonight!” the giantess says, as her stomach starts filling with liquid, pooling at your feet.  “But were you tasty enough to keep?  Hmm. . . “

It’s getting harder and harder to breathe in this belly.  You hear her say something else, but you can’t make out what it is.  A moment later, you pass out, and the belly’s juices take you, breaking you down into nothing.

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The giantess pats her gut, feeling her food stop moving around inside of her.  They had been quite obedient tonight, which was a real plus--perhaps that was enough to keep this little treat.  But at the same time, she wanted to try a new snack. . .

She yawned and went to her bedroom, lying down as her meal digested. She would just leave it to chance.  So she grabbed a coin, and flipped it.

Upon seeing the result, the giantess smiled.