A Giantess' Lunch Break
As you stroll back into the office, the heat of the day beating down on your skin, your mind wanders to thoughts of lunch. Your eyes land on a plate of delightful treats on your desk, waiting patiently for you to arrive. But something's missing. Something small and insignificant.
Without warning, you bend over, your skirt hiking up slightly to reveal the smooth expanse of your thighs. Your voice is a husky whisper as you mutter under your breath, "Where did I put that little bastard?" Your hand searches beneath the tabletop, fingers digging into the thin carpet.
And then you feel it. The tiny man insole that you've been searching for. With a satisfied smile curving your lips, you tug it out from its hiding place and hold it up between two fingers, examining it critically. "Well, well," you muse, a glint of amusement lighting up your eyes. "Looks like I'm going to have some fun at lunch."
The rest of the day drags on interminably, each minute feeling like an eternity as you count down the seconds until it's time to break for lunch. Finally, with impeccable timing, you stand up from your desk, grabbing your purse and the plate of food.
Your stride is long and purposeful as you make your way to the break room, the tiny man insole tucked safely away in your purse. The door swings shut behind you, leaving you alone in the quiet room. You set the plate down on the table, taking a moment to admire the spread before you.
Your eyes linger on the donut, a wicked gleam in your eye as you imagine the tiny man trapped inside its sugary depths. With a soft chuckle, you reach for the donut, careful not to touch it with your bare hands. Instead, you use the hem of your skirt, dragging it across the table to create a makeshift barrier between the food and your skin.
The donut is close enough now; you can almost taste the sweetness on your tongue. With a quick swipe of your hand, you flip the donut over, revealing the tiny man trapped beneath its fluffy surface. You let out a low moan, savoring the sight before you.
"What do you think you're doing?" the tiny man asks, his voice quavering with fear. You lean in close, your breath hot against his skin. "I don't think I care what you think," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
And then you smile, a slow, predatory smile that sends shivers down his spine. "Tell me," you whisper, your fingers hovering just above his tiny form. "Tell me why I shouldn't just devour you right now."
The tiny man shakes his head, his eyes wide with terror. "I don't know," he stammers. "I just...I don't know."
You nod slowly, your eyes never leaving his. "That's what I thought," you murmur, reaching out to pick him up. You hold him up between two fingers, admiring his helpless form as you bring him closer to your mouth.
"No, please!" he begs, his voice breaking. "Please, don't eat me!"
But it's too late. With a soft pop, you push him into your mouth, feeling him slide down your throat. As he disappears from sight, you close your eyes, savoring the taste of power and domination.
When you finally open your eyes, you find the tiny man staring at you, eyes wide with disbelief. "You...you swallowed me," he whispers.
You smile, a slow, predatory smile that sends shivers down his spine. "Of course I did," you say, your voice low and threatening. "Now you're a part of me. My little pet."
And with that, you pick up the donut and take a bite, feeling the tiny man squirming in protest as he tastes the sweetness of his own demise.
