She drops you one foot into her mouth the second the song ends. Your stomach rushes to your throat and you close your eyes expecting a hard impact, but instead you feel a squish and bounce against her tongue breaking your fall. She holds you in place with her tongue, before she rolls you around and coats you in wetness. A pleasant minty smell washes over you as you are tossed about unable to control your own movement. Your world shifts and you slide in the darkness. As you try to stand a sudden and violent pull drags you down.
Your right arm is above your head while your left is against your side. You cannot move in any way. You always imagined going down the esophagus would be like a water slide, but water slides never squeezed you until you thought your eyes were going to pop out. It was hot. You never thought about how hot the inside of the human body must be, but the rubbing against your body felt good, too good, you realized shortly. You were unable to reposition yourself in any way, so even if it didn't you wouldn't have been able to prevent yourself from rubbing against the smooth wet surface. You finished and went into a spasm just before the squeezing released and you fell landing with a splash.
Your new home sloshed as Jacky ran back out to help more customers, no longer concerned with you. Coming down off of your high from, well, cumming, you began to feel the creeping burn of hydrochloric acid and panic, but there wasn't much you could do besides fight against her stomach walls and cry out.
All of her effervescent friendliness did not in any way mean her digestive system would be merciful. While you were desperately fighting for your life, she was jotting down a customer's order for oysters and wondering if that might not be the perfect thing for dinner after work.
THE END
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You have met one of the story’s ends. Feel free to start again and try a different route.
The story so far, (obvious ripoff Star Wars music plays) The silhouette of the orchestra can be seen in the distance. Just imagine the text is scrolling through space as you read it and try to keep up. I hope your imagination doesn’t make it move to fast.
You’ve wanted to go to Forbidden Dish for a long time. Your friends decided to come with you. You aren’t sure they know what the deal is, but you let them come anyway. If you aren’t familiar with Forbidden Dish, most things will be explained throughout the story, but it still wouldn’t hurt my feelings any if you read the other stories. If you like this story you will undoubtedly want to read the others. They are available on girlfood and oishi1’s individual portfolios. Feel free to explore. Let us know what characters you liked and what could use more or less detail. I’m adding this to the story notes on short chapters because the dealio will only accept chapters of five hundred words or more and I don’t want to make it hard to poke around.
If you’re here for one of the crush related deaths (or are trying to avoid them because you don’t like that sort of thing) they are located in the following ending choices
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,78,83,86 END foot crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,78,83,84 END foot crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,77,82 END foot crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,77,81,90,91 END butt crush
- 1,2,3,4,5,105,104,121,9,20,24,75,77,81,89,92,91 END butt crush
considering most choose your own adventures are about survival and this one is about trying to die, I don’t know what is considered a happy or a sad ending. I guess we’ll have to go through it to find out. What else? Oh, if you are visiting from Deviant art and don’t have an account here, feel free to comment under the image on Deviant Art, or make an account with giantessworld. It is the absolutely most impressive collection of giantess stories I’ve seen, and they are all tagged, so you don’t have to wander into something you don’t like. It’s a great place and if you like our stuff, you’ll find plenty to love here. There, maybe the commercial plug will excuse the padding. I hope I hope I hope. Well, here goes. Hopefully, I don’t have to do this too often. The powers that be might not like it.