Chapter 2: Building Tension
Her smile was sweet, like she was offering a deal so obvious and so appealing to the small, broken man that him showing hesitation and fear was impossible to grasp.“You’re so quiet, my little worshiper…” She sighed at him while clearly salivating. She bit her lip, obviously trying to control herself. Her thumb rested across his puny body, no longer crushing his forearm, but just keeping him in place with light pressure. His legs dangled off her palm and his head hung back over the other edge of her hand.She slowly tilted her hand so he was upright as she tightened her grip on his torso, his head rolling around his shoulders as his body shivered in shock. It bobbed forward as her mouth came closer to it. “Mommy’s hungry…” She whispered in his little ear. She licked the entire side of his face as he shivered. “But mommy wants all of you. Mind, body, and soul. Your body is obviously mine, and your mind, well that’s already broken too…calling me ‘goddess’ you naughty little boy…but…your soul. I want you to say I can have that, too.” She said softly, throatily while keeping her fat, thick lips on the side of his face.“Y-you’re c-cr-crazy…” was all he could muster, gasping the whole time. “Y-you’re n-not an actual god.”“Oh, but I am to you. I think if I have the power to crush you without trying then I can be your goddess. And your goddess wants your soul…” She giggled as she took his hand between her fingers and slowly increased the pressure. The crunching was subtle, muffled by the pads of her thick, strong fingers as his hand was destroyed. She smiled, slowly increasing in height all the while, and now reaching 16’6”.“And that was for your blasphemy.” She smirked. “Now, your GODDESS loves you… well, not really. But it’s something goddesses say, though, right? Hmm, she is merciful, at least. All she wants from you is everything. And it would be better for you, my little mortal, to give it rather than have each part of your body slowly destroyed, no?” She tilted her head as she asked and waited for his response.Fat tears rolled down his cheek as he looked at his smashed, bruised hand. Tifany could not help herself. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to lap them up. She groaned lustily as she greedily licked. Her drooling was uncontrollable. As he went to speak, “I…” his mouth was filled with her thick, hot saliva as she continued to lick his face. He kept trying to speak through the tears as he wept, seemingly ready to concede his fate, but she was too caught up. His seasoning was just too delicious. Her drool coated his puny body as he choked down pints of it trying to speak. Her eyes were heavy-lidded as she licked, her tongue dragging across his face and chest, tasting him. She could feel his boney chest, the outline of each one of his ribs, his clavicle, his boney shoulders with her powerful, prodding tongue…it was driving her wild. He was just skin and bones…so weak. His broken ribs shifted under the force of her tongue.She snapped out of it and pulled away, breathing heavily. Her hot breath washed over his wet, sticky skin. “Your goddess asked you a question, little boy. Quit distracting her with your delicious mortal body.” She said in a sing-song manner while panting.Greg gulps the last of the thick, hot, sticky saliva to clear his mouth and looks up, weakly. There was no fight left in him. He was facing a force so powerful, so superior that he was really beginning to think of her as a goddess. “M-my goddess, um, I devote myself…” He nearly whispered the words, full of shame and defeat.“SPEAK UP, MORTAL.” She boomed, commanding the puny man wrapped in her fat fingers. The force of her words shook his frail bones. His ears rang. She squeezed slightly, his ribs splintering more. He wailed and coughed up a spray of blood. He winced with every breath.The blood landed on her enormous breast and she looked down at it, giggling. She took a single finger and wiped up the spot. She placed the fingertip on her waiting tongue and closed her mouth around it, savoring the flavor. “Mmm hmmm” She cooed, almost more of a primal rumbling from her throat than her voice, as she slowly pulled the finger out of her mouth.“I’m sorry, goddess…” He tried saying louder, breathing shallow and then coughing. “Goddess, I sacrifice…” He was slowly brought closer to her mouth as it opened. He was positioned beneath her salivating maw as she brought it overhead. Strings of drool seeped down, dripping onto him as he spoke. Her hot breath clung to his skin; the heavy, wet air filled his lungs. “…myself…all of…” His world was going dark as his head and shoulders disappeared into her mouth, still open and still slowly descending. It was getting difficult to breathe. She inhaled through her nose to make sure all he had was her hot, humid exhalations. “…my body, mind, and soul…all yours…” He said softly inside her mouth as his upper body was dragged across her tongue. The world was getting darker as the haze filled his mind and sharp, tile-sized teeth scraped along his broken chest. Her tongue plastered itself against his chest and face pressing him to the roof of her mouth, her hand sliding down his body so she could bring more of him inside. “Mmmmm…” the sound was nearly an earthquake to him. It shook his whole existence. His head moved towards her throat, and he could feel her teeth on the base of his rib cage, then the pressure grew.He wept on her tongue as he coughed, spitting up more blood. He lifted his head away from it best he could. The tears and saliva ran down his face. “Goddess, please, I sacrifice my whole being to you!” He cried out, his mind shattering under the force of the woman literally surrounding him. “Please…PLEASE! All I want is to feed you! My mind, my body, my soul needs to be given to you! Please take everything!” He was practically shrieking the words now, frantically crying and kissing her tongue.The taste of his salty fat tears, his blood, and his weak body flooded Tifany’s mind. She could hold back no longer. His meek, pathetic voice echoed in her mouth and her lips turned up in a smile around his body. She made her lips create a tight seal around his midsection as her sharp incisors sliced through his chest, splintering the last of his ribs and backbone. The gush of his juices flooded her mouth and she quickly sucked his skinny naked lower body inside. Her eyes widened in a mix of awe and delight as an entire man filled her mouth, never mind how many pieces he was in. She could feel him move, twitching, writhing maniacally as his world was filling with her drool and his own blood. “Mmmmmmm” She reveled in the sensation. The sound shook him in her mouth.His world was her wet, dark mouth now. And it was crashing down around him. His body was shattered and shredded, and it was becoming more so with each bite. He was disconnected from feeling now. His body was no longer his. He gave it to his goddess. As his head felt trapped between two hard surfaces with the pressure increasing, he smiled as his mind and soul would be given to her next.
His body was being shattered and consumed by her powerful jaws. Every gulped morsel of him was filling her to the brim with his juices and his seasoned flavor. As she drew back, his whole upper half was swallowed into the oblivion of her maw, leaving only his legs hanging from the base of her jaw. Greg's soul was departing from his ravaged body, sucked into the void as she drew on the last essence of his mortal form.
Tiffany lazied back, grinning widely.
Satisfaction radiated from her oversized form as Aaron lay on the ground, surrounded by the remnants of food that was once meant for his family. She had gorged herself, her insatiable hunger finally satisfied. Aaron's limp body lay nearby, drained of all physical energy and mentally defeated. Tiffany looked down at him with a mixture of amusement and fondness.
"Oh, Aaron," she chuckled, her voice deep and sultry.
"You really should have warned me that your family was coming back today." She looked around the room, now a chaotic scene of spilled food and empty plates.
He groaned and rubbed his temples. "Yeah, I should have, but you seemed so excited about trying all the leftovers," he replied in a weak voice.
Tiffany shrugged, the movement rippling through her voluptuous frame. "Well, I couldn't help myself. I haven't eaten this much in months!"
Aaron stared at her in disbelief. "Months?
How long have you been this giant?" Aaron asked quizzically, feigning surprise.
Tiffany smirked, looking down at her massive form. "Well, dates aren't exactly my thing, but judging by the amount of weight I've gained, I'd say it's been close to a year."
Aaron let out a low whistle, shaking his head in amazement. "Wow, that's incredible...and a little terrifying."
Tiffany's expression softened, her imposing figure suddenly appearing vulnerable.
Her smile was sweet, like she was offering a deal so obvious and so appealing to the small, broken man that him showing hesitation and fear was impossible to grasp.
"Oh, come on. It's not that bad," Tiffany laughed, waving her hand dismissively at the mess around them. "I'll help you clean it up before they get back."
Aaron hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. With a sigh of relief, he picked himself up from the ground and started gathering the empty plates and utensils scattered around.
Tiffany, on the other hand, didn't bother to move. Instead, she began licking her fingers one by one, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "You know, I've never had a sleepover before," she said, her voice slow and teasing. Aaron paused, the plate he was holding teetering in his hands. "Oh?" he replied, his heart beating faster. He could feel the heat radiating from her and it was making him a little nervous. "Yeah," she continued, her voice dropping even lower.
"I've always been too scared to let anyone see me like this...too afraid of what they might think." Her gaze darted over to Aaron, who was still standing frozen in his spot. "But you...you don't seem to care. You've shown me kindness and respect, despite everything." Tiffany paused, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "So...would you stay with me tonight? I promise I won't eat you like I did the rest of the food."
Aaron swallowed nervously, still holding the plate in his hands.
"Of course, I'd be happy to, Tiffany."
As the night wore on, Tiffany's domineering presence only grew stronger. She flirted with Aaron shamelessly, teasing him playfully as they watched TV together on the enormous couch. As she slouched over him, her colossal body dwarfing his, her eyes glinted dangerously.
"I never realized how small you were, Aaron. I swear, you couldn't fill a thimble compared to me." She ran her fingers through his hair, which was now matted with sweat.
"T-tiffany...what are you doing?" he asked, voice wavering. His heart was pounding as her proximity overwhelmed him. He felt like a mouse caught in the claws of a cat. Yet, there was something exciting about her advances that made him unable to resist.
She tugged on his hair gently, making him look up towards her face.
"You're so quiet, my little worshiper…" She sighed at him while clearly salivating. His legs dangled off her palm and his head hung back over the other edge of her hand.
His upper half was nearly completely submerged in the thick, warm depths of her mouth. He could feel her tongue wrapping around his body, gripping him tightly as she swirled him around within the abyss that was her mouth. He could feel her molars grind against his broken bones as she chewed slowly, savoring the taste of him.
Tiffany's drool coated his body, creating a shiny, sickening layer over his skin. He could feel it soaking into his pores, making him feel as though he was slowly dissolving.
With every bite, Tiffany's massive body trembled with pleasure, her satisfied grunts echoing through the room.
Tears streamed down Aaron's face as he felt himself being devoured. His mind was reeling, unable to comprehend the situation. As he stared up at Tiffany's face, he could see the wild look in her eyes, the hunger and desire that had taken over. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing heavy. She was a force to be reckoned with, a monster that could not be stopped.
And now, as she savored the taste of Aaron's flesh, she knew that she would never be satisfied again.
As she swallowed him down, piece by painful, biting piece, she reveled in the sensation of his bones cracking beneath her sharp teeth. His screams of pain were lost in the cacophony of her own ecstasy, her body shaking with pleasure as she consumed him.
When she was finished, when she had finally devoured every last morsel of him, there was only silence.