The kitchen was a welcome environment to Chris: the dinner Shannon was cooking smelled so delicious, and it wasn't leftover chili; she was making something fresh. Everything smelled so good! Chris hated to admit it, but Shannon was a pretty good cook. It also probably explained why she didn’t exactly have the skinniest figure.
All the while Chris was relaxing on the kitchen counter, enjoying a welcome reprieve from the day’s activities, watching The Flash on Shannon’s phone like before. He was far enough away from where Shannon was working to avoid any danger, yet close enough that she could keep an eye on him, just like she promised. Every so often when Shannon had a moment to spare, she would check on the tiny boy and ask if he was OK; every time, he would nod his head and give her a big thumbs up (well, a little thumbs up, anyway) and she’d go right back to cooking.
While Chris’s attention was otherwise engaged, Shannon couldn’t help but stare at him from time to time and grin. He was so cute at his current size, she almost couldn’t contain herself, licking her lips with delight, as if ready to devour him at a moment’s notice. She had to restrain herself, however, she had just gotten him to truly trust her. Not just that, but HE had even apologized. Her plan was working perfectly! She couldn’t lose control now. Take it in stride, she thought; everything will fall into place.
Meanwhile, Chris had almost finished two more full episodes before Shannon spoke up again.
“Alright, little guy, supper’s ready.”
Chris couldn’t wait to eat; all the times he wasn’t intently watching his own show on Shannon’s phone, he took a casual glance over while she was preparing for dinner and dessert. First, Shannon had fixed desert: chocolate pudding, which she placed in the freezer to chill it faster while she prepared the rest of the meal. She then placed the pudding into the refrigerator to sit while they ate their main course: creamy seasoned chicken with parmesan rice and lightly salted steamed broccoli. Of course, as Chris wasn’t one to normally eat his vegetables, Shannon prepared a small amount of cheese sauce to go with it.
Shannon left the food on the stove and on hot pads on the counter adjacent to grab a plate out of the cupboard; then, upon taking a rather sizable piece of chicken, rice, and broccoli, she carried the plate over to the table and the place setting she had previously prepared.
“All right, kiddo.” Shannon called, “Your turn.” She gently placed her palm next to the counter; Chris hurriedly jumped into her hand while Shannon grabbed her phone with the other hand, then carefully carried them both over to the kitchen table.
Chris climbed down her hand to the table’s surface as Shannon walked around the table, sat in her chair, and scooted it up. The chair squeaked and groaned as its legs scraped across the floor. It was like a cacophony of sound to Chris’s ears; he had to plug them to avoid going deaf.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Chris.” Shannon apologized, realizing how much noise she’d made. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Chris said “Just wasn’t expecting that.”
“Neither was I. I’ll be sure to warn you next time.”
“Ok,” Chris confirmed.
“Anyway, sweetie,” Shannon continued, placing her foot on the table, “ready for some more exercise?”
The shock from Shannon’s giant foot slamming on the table nearly caused Chris to lose his footing; he was paralyzed with fear as Shannon scrunched her toes with anticipation. Chris worriedly turned his gaze back up to her face....
Chris’s fear quickly turned to annoyance when he realized Shannon was biting her lip trying to hold back the laughter.
“I’m just kidding, Chris.” Shannon giggled as he shot her a dirty look. “We had a deal, and I’m gonna stick to it.”
Shannon removed her foot from the table, placing it back into the floor.
“Seriously though, hold your ears.” she warned. “I have to adjust my chair again.”
Chris complied expectantly, but Shannon was able to adjust and pull up her chair without making too much noise this time.
“Now,” she contemplated aloud, “what’s the easiest way to do this?”
Shannon picked up her knife and fork and very carefully sliced her off a tiny sliver of chicken, ensuring it was well coated with sauce, and placing it towards the side of her plate; she followed suit with a single grain of rice and tiny floret of broccoli.
Chris started moving towards the plate, but Shannon quickly moved her hand in front of him to block his path.
“Hold on, sweetie! The plate is still a little hot! We wouldn’t want you getting cooked. Sit tight one second.”
Shannon grabbed herself a paper napkin and tore off a tiny little piece, then somehow used her knife to gently scrape the food in the tiny napkin, placing it on the placemat safely out of the way of her plate.
“There you go, little guy.” She cooed. “Is this okay?”
“I guess so,” Chris relented. Technically, it would work, but Chris would have eat with his hands; nonetheless, he was quite hungry and everything so smelled delicious. He walked over and sat down on the placemat next to the torn piece of napkin — which actually was quite sizable to him — not wanting to be choosy though, he simply looked up to the smiling giantess and gave her two big thumbs up.
Despite the excitement earlier that day, most of the meal went on without a hitch. Shannon had the forethought to be careful when using her knife to cut the chicken so as not to scrape it along the bottom of the plate and make any loud noises. After a few minutes of eating, however, she set down her silverware and finished chewing a large bite.
“How about some entertainment?“ she asked, swallowing her bite, though her mouth still slightly full.”
“Sure,” Chris agreed, “I could go for some more Flash.”
“Oh Chris,” Shannon griped, “you’ve been watching it for a while. Can’t we find something we can both enjoy?”
“Like what?”
“Well, let me see.” Shannon said, scrolling through her phone. “There are some shows that I need to catch up on. How about a sitcom?”
“Shannon,” Chris whined “I don’t know if I’m really in the mood.”
“Come on, Chris,” she retorted “you might like them if you just gave them a chance. Here let’s try this one, ‘Don’t trust the B in Apartment 23’.”
“More like ‘don’t trust the B in my house over 33.” Chris smarted.
“Did you say something, little guy?” Shannon said, unable to comprehend exactly what Chris had added.
“N-nothing,” Chris called up, not wanting to upset a giantess. “I....guess we can give it a try.”
Shannon was about to thank him, but could see the frustration and disappointment on Chris’s tiny face.
“Tell you what,” Shannon posed, “you watch one episode with me while we finish eating and see what you think. If you don’t like it, we’ll watch a movie that both of us will enjoy in the living room afterwards, deal?”
“Ok,” Chris accepted, “Deal!”
“Great, thanks hon.” Shannon said graciously as she started the show. Once engaged, she set the phone up against the salt and pepper shakers and, once it was steady, went back to eating. Chris couldn’t help but listen to the show, seeing as how loud it was.
“Shannon, can you turn down a bit?” Chris asked. Unfortunately, she wasn’t paying attention at the moment. She did eventually reach over and adjust the volume, but it was still a little too loud after the fact. Chris relented, choosing to sit and watch, trying to engage himself into the program. There were a few funny jokes, but he really didn’t get some of the adult humor. There was, however, a joke that made him laugh hysterically, and Shannon was quick to consider it a compliment to her choice of show, despite that not being the case at all.
Soon, the show reached a commercial.
“How about some dessert, little guy?” Shannon asked, pressing the pause button.
“Absolutely!” Chris nodded. Shannon carefully got up from the table, amazingly not making any noise, and took her plate over to the sink. Then, she grabbed the large bowl of pudding out of the refrigerator and set it on the counter. After taking a spoon and a smaller bowl from the cabinet, she scooped a sizable portion in her bowl and brought it back over to the table to sit down.
“How’s about you get eat your fill first,” Shannon suggested, taking a seat “and I’ll just finish up the rest?”
Chris wasn’t sure if she was actually being serious, as they both knew he probably couldn’t eat very much, but he just waved it off and stood ready to receive his dessert. Shannon took an extremely tiny scoop out of the bowl and brought it near to the tiny boy. Chris stood in amazement at the small piece of silverware: the spoon was so enormous he could easily fit 20 of himself on it, even the dollop Shannon scooped it was a monstrous portion for a boy his size. Nonetheless, he eagerly approached the spoon, leaned over, and grabbed a large mouthful. Surprisingly, the pudding went down smoothly, easily sliding down his tiny throat. It didn’t take long for Chris to eat his fill, considering how much he’d had for supper.
“No more, Shannon,” he called up, waiving the spoon off, “I’m stuffed!” He grabbed a portion of the napkin that he’d eaten from earlier and did his best to clean himself up.
Shannon placed the spoon back into the bowl, yet didn’t take herself a bite just yet.
“Chris,” Shannon started. “I was wondering...”
“Yes?” he inquired anxiously.
“Well,” she continued, biting her lip, “I know that you’ve had quite an exhausting day...”
That’s an understatement, Chris thought.
“...and I know that you were probably scared to death at the time,” Shannon moved on, “but, I was just curious...”
“Yeah?” Chris pushed.
“I was just wondering....what you thought....I mean, if you liked....being....in....my cleavage.”
“What?! What kind of question is that?”
“I was....just curious.” Shannon said shyly.
“Shannon, that’s embarrassing! I’m not gonna tell you that!”
“Chris, calm down. I said I was just curious.”
“Well, I WAS scared to death, and you kept squishing me between your boobs!”
“Obviously, I’d have been more careful had I known you were there!”
“Can we just, maybe, never talk about this again?!”
“Ok, sweetie.” Shannon relented, a look of disappointment on her face. She sat sulking in her chair as Chris tried to turn away, but seeing that he’d probably hurt her feelings, he wanted to at least be civil.
“Shannon?” he started, “Look, I’m only saying this because I was the one who insisted on staying outside AND you were genuinely worried and trying to find me and didn’t know I was there....”
Shannon nodded her head, perking up in her seat.
“But, It wasn’t exactly the WORST place I could have been trapped.”
“I understand completely,” Shannon giggled. “I was just thinking that....you know, if you wanted....I’d be willing to let you enjoy yourself.”
“What do you mean ‘enjoy myself’?”
“If you’d like to come and sit with me, I could make it enjoyable for you.”
“Shannon,” Chris said, puzzled, “I’m not exactly sure what...Oh, No! No way!”
“Chris...”
“No, Shannon!” he interrupted, “You are NOT sticking me in between your boobs!”
“Chris, I was just...”
“Shannon, we had an agreement!” Chris kept interrupting.
“That’s exactly why I’m asking,” Shannon finally explained. “I know we have an agreement; I haven’t forgotten. We chose to start all over and I’m sticking to that. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you’d like to have a little fun, you’re welcome to.”
“Fun for who?!” Chris questioned.
“I promise I’ll be gentle,” Shannon posed, sighing.
“Shannon...” Chris began, not wanting to have to explain himself again.
“I tell you what,” Shannon proposed, “obviously, you’re uncomfortable, so we’ll start slow.”
“Define ‘slow’!” Chris demanded dubiously.
Shannon said nothing and instead reached one hand up to her shoulder, sliding the shoulder strap down the side of her arm, eventually slipping the arm out. She repeated he process with the other arm, then slowly slid the gown off her upper body, exposing her bare breast.
As soon as her realized what Shannon was up to, he averted his gazed and covered his eyes. Shannon saw his reaction, but continued anyway, waiting for him to eventually turn around. She said nothing, leaving Chris standing with his back to the giantess, waiting for....actually, he wasn’t sure WHAT he was waiting for. He figured she wouldn’t put the gown back up until he had looked —she had more patience that he — so Chris decided to indulge her, trying to get it over with.
Chris slowly turned his head back and parted his fingers: there sat the giant Shannon, topless, her bare breast exposed. He short a glance at her face, expecting to see an evil grin, but expression surprised him. Her grin was only slight, yet noticeable, and it wasn’t evil at all, but rather soft and inviting. Her posture in the chair was meek and vulnerable, and her arms at her side, no doubt resting in her lap. There was almost an innocence to her, as if she were truly doing this for HIM instead of herself.
Chris lowered his defenses and turned back to the giantess before him. They both exchanged glances, her grin widened, but it remained gentle and inviting. Chris started to moved towards her, but restrained himself, still unsure of her intentions: he didn’t want to end up suffocating against her nipple like earlier. He took a deep breath and slowly took a step in Shannon’s direction, waiting to see her reaction.
Shannon saw Chris take a small step towards her. She wanted him to come closer, but could tell he was apprehensive; she needed to make him feel more comfortable. As gently as possible, she leaned closer to the table until her belly touched the side, trapping her hands in her lap.
Chris nearly turned away, biting his lip in embarrassment from Shannon inching closer, bearing her naked chest. Yet, Chris found it hard to look away: there was just something about her demeanor that calmed him, making him forget his shame. He sighed, casting aside his worries and hesitations, and started walking towards the giantess.
Instinctively, upon seeing Chris approaching her, Shannon sat up straight and stuck out her chest, posturing seductively yet shyly, letting the tiny boy take things in stride.
Chris was mesmerized. This being the second time he’d seen Shannon topless, he couldn’t understand why this time was so intoxicating. There wasn’t any difference to them from before, but it all felt different, as if the bond they’d made had wiped the slate clean and given him a new sense of vigor. He didn’t want to stare, but he just couldn’t help but gawk in amazement.
Why now? What about him being so tiny made his hormones go into overdrive? Less than 8 hours ago he hated Shannon, wishing that it had been Sue Ann that was going to be with him for a whole week. And the whole “shrinking” business...He didn’t think he’d ever forgive Shannon.
Yet, the more he reflected on the whole situation, the more he thought that maybe
it wasn’t that HE was TINY, but that SHANNON was HUGE. There was something about seeing her in comparison to his current size that was causing it: admiring her giant figure, gawking at her giant breasts, watching her rub her hands down her tanned legs, motioning up her huge feet, and squeezing and flexing her toes; he couldn’t help but give in to his surging hormones.
Chris looked squarely into her soft, inviting gaze, as Shannon gently nuzzled her chin against her chest, motioning to her giant breast, beckoning the tiny boy to enter.
Chris rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Alright, Shannon!” he acquiesced, “Let’s....give it a shot.”
“Ooh, great!” Shannon squealed with delight, bouncing her body in anticipation, her boobs bouncing right along with the rest of her.
“But listen, no funny business, OK?” Chris warned. “We have an agreement.”
“Don’t worry, hon,” Shannon giggled softly as she reassured him, winking, “I’m pretty sure you’ll like this.”
Shannon carefully reached down with two fingers and gently gripped the tiny boy between them. Her movements were gentle, yet swift, catching Chris off guard as he was being lifted into the air. Initially, he protested, kicking and thrashing about, but knowing that he might fall if Shannon lost her grip, he just submitted.
Shannon positioned her fingers over her breasts and released, allowing Chris to delicately fall into her cleavage, halfway between her chest and her nipples, where he could nestle and sit comfortably without being squeezed to death.
“How’re you doing, sweetie?” Shannon cooed.
“Um,” Chris stammered, “it’s just....weird.”
“What’s so weird?” Shannon asked guardedly.
“Well,” he elaborated, “it’s just that a couple of hours ago I was stuck in here, and really scared about being smothered.”
“Oh,” Shannon uttered glumly.
“Yeah....but now....it’s....actually, um....comfortable?”
“Ok,” she replied, nervously, “Is there something wrong?”
“Oh! No, i-it’s not that, Shannon,” Chris replied apprehensively, “it’s really nice. Nicer than I thought....you know c-compared to before.”
“I guess I’ll take that as a complement,” Shannon said gleefully. “Go ahead; make yourself comfortable. I’m not in any hurry.”
“I’ll try,” Chris replied, nervously working to find a comfortable position. He finally situated himself in the crevice where her boobs met, laying on his back. The way her breasts cuddled him on all sides made Chris feel relaxed, warm, and content. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, enjoying a welcome respite from the day he’d had.
Finally, Chris opened his eyes, staring directly into the smiling face of his giant babysitter.
“What?” Chris asked uneasily.
“Nothin’,” Shannon cooed, “Just lookin’ at ya.”
“Well....stop grinning like that.” Chris said, “You’re embarrassing me.”
“You should consider yourself lucky, Chris. It’s not everyday a guy gets to situate themselves between a woman’s breasts. Besides, you look so cute down there.”
“Shannon,” Chris replied self-consciously, “please promise me that won’t mention any of his to anyone.”
“Don’t worry, hon,” she reassured him, “this is OUR little secret.”
“Yeah, you say that, but what if it doesn’t wear off? What if I’m stuck like this? What if I’m small forever?”
“Relax, kiddo. I told you, it’ll wear off. You just have to be patient. It’s not even been a whole day yet.”
“Don’t remind me,” Chris pleaded.
Shannon reached down with her finger and began lightly stroking his tiny body. Chris was uneasy at first, thinking her finger might put to much pressure on him, or even push him further down between her breasts, but she was surprisingly gentle. It felt so good; Chris was so content.
“Comfy?” Shannon giggled softly.
“Yeah,” Chris whispered. Too bad Shannon couldn’t hear him whisper back, it was quite a touching moment. She just assumed from his posture that he was thoroughly relaxed.
“Just don’t make any sudden movements,” Chris warned.
“I’ll be careful, little one? Now, back to the show.”
Shannon reached over to her phone and carefully pressed the play button, resuming the rest of the episode. Shannon really was trying to be careful, she made a promise and she was determined to keep it. She reached over to grab her bowl and pull it closer. The lifted the spoon out of the bowl to take a quick taste of her pudding, but her hand slipped, dropping the spoon onto the table.
The spoon landed with a loud CLANG! Chris held his ears from the sudden noise.
“Crap!” Shannon exclaimed. “Sorry, sweetie. Are you OK?”
Chris nodded, his ears still ringing from the sudden shock.
“Nuts!” Shannon called out, seeing the mess she’d made on the table. “Hang on a sec.”
She placed the spoon back into the bowl and reached for a napkin just on the other side of the table. Unfortunately, she couldn’t quite reach. No wanting to get up, she placed one hand over the tiny boy on her chest and stretched with all her might.
Chris suddenly saw Shannon’s hand coming down on top of him. Thinking that she was about to crush him inadvertently, he quickly dove out from underneath just before it hit. He started tumbling down her boob, trying to stop himself. He eventually slid to a stop just before falling onto nipple, taking time to catch his breath after the scare.
Just a little more, Shannon thought, trying to grip the napkin with her fingertips. Unexpectedly, she lurched forward as she grabbed the napkin, inadvertently tossing the tiny Chairs off the tip of her boob.
The next thing Chris knew, he was falling, screaming for help from the giantess above! Not wanting to see his inevitable impact with the table, he closed his eyes and braced himself.
PLOP! Chris landed in something soft....and cold. Realizing he was still alive, he tried to catch his breath....and choked, taking in a mouthful of something gooey; he'd have to hold his breath. Chris began waving his arms, swimming in a direction that he thought was up, but whatever he’d landed in was dense, hindering his progress.
Somehow, Chris broke the surface and gasped for air, inadvertently allowing him to analyze the substance in his mouth....a familiar, chocolatey taste. He wiped the goop away from his face and opened his eyes with a start. A huge dark brown sea lay before him, with waves seemingly frozen in time. Beyond it, huge walls of sky blue surrounded him all directions.
Chris instantly realized exactly where he had landed!
Shannon strained to grasp the napkin from across the table, jerking her upper body in the process, her chest to wiggling up and down like Jell-o. She was too preoccupied with wiping up her mess to notice the tiny boy previously situated between her boobs had fallen out. She crumpled up the napkin and tossed it aside, and removed her hand from her breast, thinking that she’d kept the tiny Chris in place. But, she was so flustered from the mess she didn’t check to make sure he was OK. Little did she know how costly this mistake would be.
Chris shook the pudding away from his face and looked up to see the giant Shannon before him, eyes glued to her phone.
“Shannon,” he called up to her, “Shannon, help! Get me out of here!” But Shannon wasn’t looking for him, she was looking in a different direction. Chris quickly realized the dire straights he was in: Shannon had no idea that he had fallen off her breast; she didn’t know he was in her chocolate pudding!
Shannon grabbed her bowl of pudding and pulled in back towards her. With eyes still glued to the video playing on her phone, she giggled, grabbed her spoon, and began to stir it up nonchalantly.
Chris cries for help were cut off as the huge bowl lurched forward, forcing him face first into the pudding. He struggled to stay above the surface, but the sudden start and stop exacerbated his situation. Forcing a quick recovery, he continued his efforts to contact Shannon.
“SHANNON! SHANNON, HELP! DOWN HERE, IN YOUR PUDDING! SHANNON!”
Chris tried screaming at her when a huge silver object came into view. Shannon lowered the giant spoon towards him, but it sailed over his head as he instinctively ducked. Chris could only watch in horror as the spoon whipped up a wave of chocolate....headed directly for him. He tried to swim away, but it was no use; his tiny body quickly disappeared beneath a torrent of chilled pudding.
Shannon was too immersed into her show to take a second look and the dish before her; oblivious to the plight of the tiny figure trapped within it. She simply kept stirring and tossing her dessert until she was able to look away from her phone. Slowly she scooped up a sizable heap onto the spoon, and brought it up to her mouth, licking her lips with anticipation. Realizing that the spoonful was quite large, Shannon opened up wide and shoved it in quickly with one huge bite; it was almost too much to hold in, as she had to strain to keep her mouth shut. Her cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel holding a mouthful of nuts, and slowly but surely, Shannon began to swallow. Little by little, the chocolate slid past her gullet and down her throat, until...
“Ah,” Shannon exhaled with satisfaction, “delicious.” Her entire mouthful was gone, the spoon clean, and everything contained in that scoop was gone, consumed by the hungry giantess.
Chris burst the surface of the dessert yet again, the previous spoonful having narrowly missed him, despite its incredible size. He did his best to stay afloat, not wanting to drown in chocolate pudding. It was surprisingly challenging, despite the density of the dessert, but the spoon was disrupting large quantities of pudding, jiggling the poor shrunken boy every which way. Chris swam with all his might to move out of the path of the returning spoon, desperately attempting to contact the giant woman, but the only reaction he saw was Shannon licking and smacking her lips with ecstasy, before biting her lower lip and dipping the spoon back in for more.
“SHANNON!” Chris kept screaming, “PLEASE, SHANNON! I’M DOWN HERE, IN THE PUDDING! HELP! HELP ME!” But Shannon still wasn't paying any attention; her eyes were still glued to the phone.
“Oh my, God!” Shannon giggled in disbelief at the situation currently unfolding on the screen in front of her, lowering her spoon for another scoop.
“NO, SHANNON!” Chris saw the giant spoon coming for him and dove back underneath the surface to dodge the its shallow thrust.
Shannon grabbed another spoonful and slowly brought it up to her mouth; she almost burst out laughing right as she slurped it, quickly putting her hand to her mouth, not wanting to spit out her portion. She could feel the pudding nearly squirt out her nose as she reached for the napkin after swallowing. A close one, she thought, that could have been messy.
Chris wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out; if he didn't get Shannon’s attention soon, he was sure to be swallowed whole.
“SHANNON, PLEASE! LOOK DOWN HERE! I’M DOWN HERE! PLEASE, SHANNON!”
This frightening series of events kept cycling: Chris somehow kept dodging the giant spoon as Shannon kept scooping up and slurping down her food.
At one point, Chris didn’t completely make it out of the way, and he ended up in a glob of pudding just barely hanging off the side of Shannon’s spoon. He screamed for mercy and jerked himself free, dislodging from the dollop of dessert and splashing down once again into the chocolate lake.
Chris swiftly righted himself and swam for the surface, gasping a huge breath once breaking through. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain; he was directly in the center of the next scoop.
“NO, SHANNON!” Chris shouted as he the spoon disappeared beneath the surface behind him, and reappeared a moment later, entrapping him in a heaping mound of chocolate before lifting him slowly towards his giant babysitter. His struggles were futile, the inertia from the motion of the spoon upwards kept him buried in the scoop.
Then, a ray of hope! Chris saw Shannon’s eyes fall upon the spoon. Did she hear me, he thought, can she see me?
“SHANNON, YES! THANK GOD! IT’S ME, CHRIS! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” He frantically waved as best he could, shouting and calling her name, revitalized with the prospect of imminent rescue, and none too soon.
Shannon’s eyes casually rolled over her bowl as she seized another heaping scoop of pudding, making sure she wasn’t spilling any more off her spoon. She was about to gobble down another delicious bite when she realized the program was approaching the really good part; she didn’t want to miss a second. Shannon carefully rested her elbow on the table, the spoon level to retain her next bite, and redirected her gaze intently to her phone.
Chris’s heart sunk when Shannon’s eyes ignored the spoon. She couldn’t make out his tiny figure as he was completely covered in chocolate, unable to differentiate the shrunken Chris from the rest of the spoonful.
“No! Shannon, wait! Look again! Look closer, I’m on your spoon! ON THE SPOON, SHANNON!” He desperately waved to his captor, screaming her name, but he truly doubted that she could hear him, his voice was too small, and the phone’s volume up too loud, drowning out his cries.
Chris's hopes of being seen were fading fast; he prayed that Shannon would take one more look at the spoon before swallowing him....before it was too late!
“Oh my, God!” Shannon laughed. “I can’t believe her!” And with those fateful words, Shannon slowly pulled the spoonful, towards her mouth.
“NOOOOO! SHANNON, NO! NOT LIKE THIS! PLEASE! PLEASE, DON’T EAT ME! NOOOOO!” Chris shouted as he saw the giant lips parting before him. Hot, moist breath washed over him, warming his body, yet chilling his soul. The tiny boy was utterly paralyzed with fear as he beheld what lay beyond: a set of giant pearly-white teeth; a massive, pulsating, muscular tongue, sliding back-and-forth, and stained brown with unswallowed bits of pudding; a massive set of tonsils with a uvula dangling in between; and a dark, ominous throat, the pathway to his demise.
In that moment, Chris’s worst fears came to fruition. He couldn't believe that this was how his life was going to end; never in a million years could he imagine that he would ever be this small, tiny enough to be swallowed by another human being, let alone his giant babysitter, especially one he hated so much. He wasn’t sure if he’d be crushed to death between Shannon’s two giant sets of teeth, drowned in a pool of sticky saliva, or digested alive in the stomach acid he knew was coming.
His mind drifted from the situation he was enduring, his life flashed before his eyes: from his fond memories of Sue Ann, to passing the time away with Rachel. He wished he could see each of them one last time, even wishing that it would end with one of them. Why God, he lamented, why Shannon?
“HELLLLLP! SHANNON! DON’T EAT ME! NOOOOOOO!” Chris cried.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion: the spoon entered the enormous cavern, drawing ever closer to the giant tongue before him. Chris screamed and flailed wildly, desperately trying to flee, but his hopes quickly dwindled as the giant mouth around him began to close.
In a last ditch effort, Chris tried crawling to the back of the spoon....he was too late. He watched in horror as the last sliver of light faded, and the hot moist atmosphere of Shannon's mouth overtook him as her lips slammed shut.
Giantess World
