A couple days ago I was having lunch- and started day-dreaming. This tends to happen when I’m eating something that would resemble shrunken people in my food. For example, the sprinkles on ice cream are small and crunchy and whenever I have them it’s a somewhat erotic experience. (Which makes eating out with friends interesting! O_o) That got me thinking about what foods I enjoy the most with shrunken people on it, which I decided would make a pretty cool journal entry!
My absolute favorite delicacies to sprinkle shrunken people on would have to be whip cream, chocolate moose, or cool whip! There’s just something sexy about the texture of whip cream in my mouth that adds so much when devouring tiny lives. It’s soft and fluffy and my enormous tongue can easily plow through it to find it’s prey. It’s like sex for my mouth! o^_^o I can easily feel the tiny bodies struggling within it and it’s all too easy to spot my little sprinkles of joy in the midst of the whipped cream below. With a carefully aimed spoon I can have ten or more traveling up to my mouth, watching them beg and scream as they enter my unforgiving and salivating cavern of sensual bliss.
For the shrunken people however, I bet it would be a soft and terrifying adventure! ^_^ They would quickly sink into the whipped cream, struggling to stay above it’s fluffy white wisps. Overhead my shrunken meals would find their Goddess’s beautiful face, hovering high above them with an eager and pleased, yet calm look on my face. This to me would be normal; swallowing them up would be just like any other meal. They’d struggle, crying and screaming at the top of their tiny lungs, hoping that I would notice their apparent peril changing my mind and scooping them out in order to save their puny lives from a rendezvous with my mouth.
But, their lives to me are small and meaningless, and with my belly growling with excitement, I would lower my spoon under them, readying them for a most delicious death. To them, the fluffy white cloud pushing them upward, my face growing closer. Looking about they would see my massively curvy hands holding onto a giant metal handle, jutting out from the fluffy white. My fingernails alone gigantic, larger than a house their size. Perhaps, if close enough and able to break free of the whipped cream, they would dare to run along the handle hoping that my hand might be a saving grace. I think not. They would either fall back into the cream below or my tongue would make note to pick them off of my fingers once the rest were secured in my maw.
Upon reaching my face my mouth would open, dripping with hot strands of saliva, eagerly awaiting their entry with all contained in a deliciously creamy prison. They’d give out one last scream, with the waving of hands and terrified expressions galore and then- silence. There they would be, within my hot, wet maw, the whip cream quickly melting as my tongue -to them- violently explored it. My muscle of taste easily picking them out one by one, rubbing them, tossing them, submerging them, breaking them. The entire white mass of lives and cream flowing gracefully from cheek to cheek, from side to side in my mouth.
One tiny life would be completely submerged in the cream, struggling to breathe. Out of nowhere the tip of my gigantic tongue would slam into him, pushing him up through the cream, breaking free of his white prison. For a moment he’d gasp, his lungs filling with a hot, humid air, his eyes seeing only red darkness, saliva, and the giant dark pink muscle beneath him. And barely a second later his body would splatter on the roof on my mouth, pushed up and pressed ever so lightly with the tip of my tongue.
The rest would continue struggling to breathe, screaming for help, unaware of their utterly helpless situation. They would be tasted over and over, my tongue reaching out for pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the delicious chaos within my mouth. Then, when I feel am fully satisfied with my tiny specs of bliss, what those shrunken feared most would happen. Their bodies, alive and dead amidst the cream, would flow from my mouth down into my soft throat and then into a acidic pit of despair where their very being would slowly be digested to further and satisfy my beautiful, towering body.
From my perspective, I would feel only the occasional tickle in my mouth along with a few ever so pleasing crunches here and there with tiny bursts of human flavor. Finding one with the tip of my tongue in the midst of the cream, I would without any effort at all mash him on the roof of my mouth to get a little extra taste. Many would help spread the flavor with their struggling, some still attempting to escape between my teeth. Then they’d be pushed back, swallowed, and with a cold, unforgiving yet pleased smile, I’d start on my next spoonful.
… ^_^ …. *dreamy sigh*
See why whipped cream is my favorite?! I can’t go five minutes without totally fantasizing about it! o^_^o Hopefully, from what I’ve written you can easily see and feel my fantasy. When you read it, I want you to realize fully that this is what I would do, this is what I, a giantess, a goddess would do for fun. Know that if I could, right now, you would be a very real part of this fantasy of mine. -You- would be struggling for your very life within my mouth. And this would please me more than anything else.
*swallows second spoonful*
Welcome to the mind of a giantess tiny ones. ~_^