Giantess World
Amanda was having a severe attack of the munchies. As she stumbled to the bedroom with her glass of water in one hand and the bowl of cereal in the other, she was surprised that John wasnt inside waiting for her. In her drunken haze however, she dismissed it, figuring he was probably passed out on the couch in the living room. Wasn't the TV on when she walked by? Perhaps, but right now all she wanted to do was climb into bed and stop the spinning with a dose of midnight breakfast. Setting the glass down beside her on the nightstand, she climbed into bed and rested the bowl on her stomach.
Turning on the tv, she stretched her legs under the covers and pulled them over her, lifting the bowl up to her face.
"Late night infomercial, late night infomercial, late night infomercial, late night movie, I'll stop right here thank you," she said to no one in particular. John should be in bed with her, it was their first "real" night together after all. Perhaps he was having second thoughts. To hell with that, she thought, I'll drag him in for another round after I'm done.
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Meanwhile, floating in the milky mix along with the soaking debris from the counter, John was having a crisis of the mind. As a rational man, he had always faced his problems square in the face and dealt with them. But staring up at his gargantuan girlfriend, he realised that this problem was one too big to deal with. He had to get her attention somehow. Preferably before she turned her attention to him and found him with her spoon instead.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he felt a tidal pull somewhere deep beneath him. The milk, raisins and bran flakes heaved against the side of the bowl, pushing him along and back again as Amanda's spoon dived into the middle of the bowl. High above him, her black hair fell around the side of her face as she turned her head down to look at the bowl he was held captive in. Her eyes peered unfocused into the bowl as she stirred up the mix. It was all John could do to keep from hurling as the sea around him suddenly became a whirlpool that was constantly sucking him under. Struggling to stay abreast in the cold milk, he watched as Amanda spooned up her first mouthful of cereal.
From John's point of view, Amanda looked more like a titan using a hollowed out oceanliner to scoop up the sea. He could hear the television going on in the background, a world he was familiar with. And then he watched as Amanda consumed the world he was in now.
He had never seen anything like it, her mouth appeared larger than the gates of heaven and her teeth were as white as clouds above and below. But as the spoon crossed the edge of her lips, he shuddered watching the silver dipper that was so many times larger than him dwarfed by the size of the cavern it had just entered. Then just as quickly, she withdrew the spoon, clean of its contents. And then the goddess started chewing up so many tiny islands taken from the sea he was floating on.
The sound of her grinding up her cereal snapped John into action. He had to find a way out of the bowl or risk being masticated by his massive lover. He doubted she'd even realise he was on her spoon, so he'd have to save himself. Another spoonful was taken from the depths, he watched as she gulped down the first. The small lump had barely travelled down her throat before the next was being chewed up. She was ravenous, her cheeks bulging slightly with milk and chewed up cereal, her eyes fixed on the television screen.
"Mmm, so good," Amanda muttered to herself as she chewed. She wiggled her toes under the covers and picked up her glass of water to wash down the mouthful. She was so hungry she could eat a horse, and speaking of stallions, she wondered what was taking John so long. "Whatever," she thought as she gulped down another mouthful. "If he wants some more of this, he'll just have to come and take it himself."
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John figured out possibly the most important plan of his life, right before Amanda quite literally swept the ground from beneath his feet. Or rather, gave him ground to stand on. He was so tired from treading milk that feeling the solid metal surface of the spoon never felt so good. He pressed against a raisin on his left and realised that Amanda had drained most of the milk from the spoon by accident. One more odd in his favour.
Running through the maze of fruit and cereal, he was determined to reach the back of the spoon. He would climb the handle and wait till he was near her face. Hopefully, from what he had noticed, she would tilt her head back every so slightly and that would let him jump onto her chin without falling straight down. He wondered if her breasts would be soft enough to break such a fall. It was a chance he didnt want to take.
The spoon was ascending rapidly, his girlfriends face was now limited in his field of vision to her eyes, her nose and those soft lips he was so familiar with. He could probably ride a bike down the her lower lip without having to worry about falling. How could this have happened? He would sue the company if he somehow avoided becoming a snack tonight.
Reaching the back of the spoon, he scrambled onto the handle just as a typhoon blast of hot air hit his back. The air was thick with the smell of milk and saliva. Turning around, he gazed directly into the abyss that was Amanda's maw. Strands of viscous saliva dripped from the ceiling of her mouth, her teeth were at least a hundred feet above the front of the spoon. Higher still, he could see her flaring nostrils, blowing and sucking air in rapid gasps. But his attention went straight back to her mouth. Her tongue undulated like a river, light gleaming of the wet surface, littered with the remnants of her last mouthful of cereal. A few tiny chunks of bran simply fell down the back of her tongue and into the oblivion. He was now directly under her lips, and within a split second, he watched as she tipped the spoon slightly, dropping its contents onto her tongue before her lips closed down on him, knocking the breath from his lungs.