You carefully and painstakingly paint each and every toenail. It's much harder at this size with the weight of the brush and stuff, but it works. You blow each toe dry as she watches looking unimpressed. Both feet. Your shoulders are sore, your back hurts, and your legs feel weak.

"Well, I guess that'll have to do," She says as she puts the brush back in the bottle and pockets it, "Time to fulfill my end of the bargain," She lifts you up to her mouth, then draws back, "Eww! You smell like foot sweat,"

"Well, duh, I've sort of been working on your feet for the last few minutes," You say.

Ignoring you, she flags down a waitress, "Could I get some lemon water for my hands?"

"Sure," The waitress says, before walking off to get it.

"Seriously dude, you reek," She tells you fanning you around to air out the smell.

"Hey! Cut that out!" You say.

"It's not my fault you're fragile," She says, continuing to wave you around, "There's no way I'm putting you in my mouth if you smell like this,"

The server comes back with the lemon water and places it on the table. You are unceremoniously dunked in it and scrubbed down. The lemon water burns your eyes and stings your face. Her scrubbing action is pretty rough as well. You sputter angrily when you are brought up for air.

"That burns! Quit it!"

"This, from the guy who wants me to eat him. You do realize that my stomach will be far worse don't you?" She says as she brings you to her face and sniffs, "Better," Without another word she slides you into her mouth. You are seriously having second thoughts. She was right about her stomach being worse. Can you handle the pain? The things you've read about hydrochloric acid make lemon juice sound like nothing. All the work she put you through had made you forget to worry about the reality of this. You were thinking about it the whole trip here, but the last few minutes had been hectic. Maybe you should tell her-

GULP!

You are completely unprepared for the sudden plummet. You are pulled harshly down her esophagus while you were still trying to decide if you wanted to do this at all. Since you weren't ready, your body bends at an odd angle and your shoulders are dislocated. You plop down in the inner darkness, and find yourself in a hostile world totally prepared to break you down. She was right. It was far worse than the lemon juice.

---Epilogue

The look of terror on the pathetic tiny guy's face was priceless. She knew she had to eat him fast since he was having second thoughts. If the servers saw that he'd changed his mind, they might've taken him away. She stared down at her newly painted toes . She really wished she could pinch a tiny's skull between them, but that would definitely get her in trouble here. She'd have to be crafty. She rubbed her belly. At least feeling him moving around inside and knowing he didn't want to be there was satisfying in its own way, and who knows? Maybe she could find another and sneak off to a poorly lit area to pop him. She slid her sandals on and decided to look around.

THE END

You carefully and painstakingly paint each and every toenail. It's much harder at this size with the weight of the brush and stuff, but it works. You blow each toe dry as she watches looking unimpressed. Both feet. Your shoulders are sore, your back hurts, and your legs feel weak.

"Well, I guess that'll have to do," She says as she puts the brush back in the bottle and pockets it, "Time to fulfill my end of the bargain," She lifts you up to her mouth, then draws back, "Eww! You smell like foot sweat,"

"Well, duh, I've sort of been working on your feet for the last few minutes," You say.

Ignoring you, she flags down a waitress, "Could I get some lemon water for my hands?"

"Sure," The waitress says, before walking off to get it.

"Seriously dude, you reek," She tells you fanning you around to air out the smell.

"Hey! Cut that out!" You say.

"It's not my fault you're fragile," She says, continuing to wave you around, "There's no way I'm putting you in my mouth if you smell like this,"

The server comes back with the lemon water and places it on the table. You are unceremoniously dunked in it and scrubbed down. The lemon water burns your eyes and stings your face. Her scrubbing action is pretty rough as well. You sputter angrily when you are brought up for air.

"That burns! Quit it!"

"This, from the guy who wants me to eat him. You do realize that my stomach will be far worse don't you?" She says as she brings you to her face and sniffs, "Better," Without another word she slides you into her mouth. You are seriously having second thoughts. She was right about her stomach being worse. Can you handle the pain? The things you've read about hydrochloric acid make lemon juice sound like nothing. All the work she put you through had made you forget to worry about the reality of this. You were thinking about it the whole trip here, but the last few minutes had been hectic. Maybe you should tell her-

GULP!

You are completely unprepared for the sudden plummet. You are pulled harshly down her esophagus while you were still trying to decide if you wanted to do this at all. Since you weren't ready, your body bends at an odd angle and your shoulders are dislocated. You plop down in the inner darkness, and find yourself in a hostile world totally prepared to break you down. She was right. It was far worse than the lemon juice.

---Epilogue

The look of terror on the pathetic tiny guy's face was priceless. She knew she had to eat him fast since he was having second thoughts. If the servers saw that he'd changed his mind, they might've taken him away. She stared down at her newly painted toes . She really wished she could pinch a tiny's skull between them, but that would definitely get her in trouble here. She'd have to be crafty. She rubbed her belly. At least feeling him moving around inside and knowing he didn't want to be there was satisfying in its own way, and who knows? Maybe she could find another and sneak off to a poorly lit area to pop him. She slid her sandals on and decided to look around.

THE END