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The giantess seems kind enough, even if she kidnap you.  You were on your way home from work when that massive hand came down from the sky, and snatched you up, wrapping tree-like fingers around your waist.  “Well hello, cutie pie,” a booming voice said, giggling.  “Looks like I found a really nice one today~!”

You squirmed in her grip, trying to get her to let you go, but her grip held true.  The wind whipped past you as she walked, and soon enough, you reached her house.

She placed you on a massive table, in the middle of a tall bowl--you can’t get out!  Looking up at her, you winced, and waited for the end.

But instead, she said, “So.  Tell me about yourself, tasty thing.”

Surprised, you did, and from there, a conversation bloomed.  You and her made small talk all evening, and she asked you plenty of questions, seeming genuinely invested in your answers.  You had to admit, that was pretty nice . . . even if she couldn’t stop talking about how delicious you looked.

From there, she took you to a little house she made for you (a cardboard box filled with a doll bed and blanket) and said, “Get some sleep.  Tomorrow, we’re going to have a big day.”

And she was right.  The next day, she plucked you from the bed early in the morning, and plopped you back on the same table.  Looking around at your surroundings this time, you realized it was a kitchen.  Shit, was she going to eat you already?!

The giantess walked up to you, and you closed your eyes, preparing for the worst.  But instead, she grabbed a plate from out of your view and brought it in front of you.  It was full of strawberries, some as big as your legs, and she held one out to you.  “Say ‘Ahhh’, tasty thing,” she purred.  “I’m going to fatten you up.”

You didn’t like the sound of that . . . though you /were/ very hungry.  Your stomach’s growls betrayed that fact, and you leaned forward, taking a bite of the massive strawberry.  From there, the feeding began.

You munched your way through the sweet fruit, filling your belly and satisfying your hunger.  Halfway through, the giantess brought her hand forward, and put a gentle finger on your stomach, rubbing it.  “Look how big you’re getting,” she teased.  “You’re going to be nice and plump by the time I’m done with you. . .”

You made your way through the rest of the strawberry, even as you felt your stomach starting to fill up.  When you were satisfied, you leaned back, happy to be done--but the giantess forced your head forward, and said, “Finish it.  I want to see you with a full belly.”

Unable to refuse, you ate the rest of the fruit, feeling your stomach tighten as you made your way through it.  When you swallowed the final bite, your waistline was starting to strain. . .

“What a good piece of food you are,” the giantess purred.  You let out a sigh of relief--but then she grabs another strawberry, and shoves it in your face.  “Now another,” she says to you.  “Or do you want me to eat you now rather than later~?”

You gulp, and hesitantly lean forward, taking a bite out of the big fruit.  When you swallow it, your stomach tightens even more, and you know this is going to be quite the ride.

The more fruit you eat, the bigger your belly gets, tightening your waistline more and more with each bite.  You can feel your stomach swelling underneath you, and everything in you is saying to stop eating--but you don’t.  Partially because of the giantess’s threats, and partially because you’re curious how you’ll look when it’s all said and done. . .

Your belly gets bigger and bigger, expanding rapidly underneath the giantess’s finger.  She rubs it, ever so gently, and the sensation is good enough for you to let out happy sighs.  “Like that, huh, tasty thing?” she asks, giggling.  “Don’t worry, I’ll give you all the belly rubs you want.”

The giantess continues to massage your stomach as you finish the fruit, all the way until the final bite.  When you gulp it down, she cheers, and says, “Such a good little treat.  I can’t wait to enjoy you.”

You look up at her face, and see she’s studying you, looking at you closely with hunger in her eyes.  Finally, she licks her lips, and says,  “Looks like I’ve fattened you up enough, cutie pie.  You ready to go down the hatch?”

It hits you right then, how you’re nothing but food to be consumed--a snack to be enjoyed and then digested.  You gulp.  “C-Can’t you just let me go?” you squeak, even as you know it’s fruitless.

“No can do~!” the giantess says, grinning.  “I’ve already plumped you up, after all--I don’t want good food to go to waste.”

Before you can react, her hand reaches out and scoops you up, cradling you in her palm.  “Such a delicious-looking treat,” she purrs.  “I can’t wait to have you in my stomach.”  And then, just like that, she flings her hand up and tosses you inside her maw.

You only get a glimpse of it--drool-covered tongue, flat teeth, looming throat--before you’re thrown inside, and she closes her mouth, shutting out any light.  Her tongue greets you with welcoming licks, covering you with drool.  And then, it goes for your stomach.

The organ laps up your big belly with ravenous hunger, lapping up your extended gut, pressing against it with fervor.  The giantess lets out an, “Mmm!” as she takes in your flavor--shit, that means she likes how you taste, which means she’s going to--!

The tongue picks you up and flings you backwards.  Your upper body lands on the tongue, and your lower body lands in some kind of pit, dangling in the air.  You realize it’s her throat and scramble up--but she shoves you back again and swallows, sucking you down inside.

The esophagus clamps around your tiny body, rendering you unable to move.  Your big belly is pressed against the slimy walls, making the space even more cramped with its presence.  You slide down the tube inch by inch, heading toward the destination you dread.

You reach it all at once.  One second you’re traveling downward; the next, the throat spits you out into an open area, and you’re free-falling.  You scream as you plummet toward the ground, and land in a patch of slime with a loud /splat/.

Sitting up, you hear the grunts and growls around you, see the shaking walls and digestive fluid, and know that it’s too late for you.  But you still try to escape the stomach anyway, running up to the walls and banging on them with your fists.  “Help!” you scream, desperate to get out.  “HELP!”

“Don’t worry,” the giantess says, her voice muffled by the thick walls of the gut.  “I always bring back the food I like.  And you’re tastier than anything I’ve had in a while.”

Suddenly, it’s hard to breathe, and you feel yourself passing out.  As you go, the giantess says,

“I can’t wait to have fun with you again.”