(Content Tags: Giantess, Threat of Vore, F/viewer)
Her lips parted below me, slowly opening, a wide, rose-lipped maw. I was hit by a warm wave of coffee breath mixed with wet sugar, laying a coarse, burning sensation laced with sweet afterthoughts.
I was foolish enough to look down. A sick feeling of wanting to know, combating with a fear for survival. It’s almost like that feeling when you see an oncoming train accident, but you’re the poor bastard sitting in the stalled truck on the railroad crossing.
Her tongue squirmed and slithered below me, a light glaze from the morning Danish still clinging for life. Beyond that, I dared not ask myself. There’s a thin line between curiosity and madness.
A second wave of hot breath hit me, the smell now smothering me as I felt my own stomach begin to churn. Was this it? Was this what all this journey was meant to end with? Was I nothing more than an additional delectable that was swiped from the breakroom?
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