While you fearfully watched the giant girl swallow her latest mouthful, you kept up your kicking. She might be adorable, with little flecks of cookie dust around her mouth, but there's no denying that her chewing and gulping is intrinsically scary...and who knows what goes on after that, in the depths of her belly? You're lost on the details, but you can easily imagine that you don't really wanna find out.
Hope flushes your face as you realize that your kicking, despite your legs being free, is in fact still loosening the hold that the baked cookie dough still has on you. Once you regain a bit of mobility with your arms, complete freedom is just a moment away.
Right before the little girl goes to shove the rest of her sweet treat into her mouth, you and a few crumbs fall away from the doomed main piece, onto the table in front of her. The impact is rough, but your tiny size actually seems to have lessened the pain compared to if you had fallen the equivalent distance at normal size. You look up, while holding your sore forehead.
*GULLPP*
The enormously cute girl engulfed the rest of her cookie like the small dessert it was. She smacked her lips a few times, and licked her fingers clean, savoring the sugary taste left behind while the final mushy mouthful descended down her throat. At the edge of the table, you were still sort of out of it from the fall, and looked down towards the girl's shirt, and the beginnings of her legs, swaying back and forth as they dangled from her seat. You noticed that her sleeveless top got tighter around her tummy, forming a slightly rounded shape. It seemed as though that cookie was not the only thing the giant girl had recently eaten.
Suddenly, you were thrust forward with incredible force and landed on a soft, clammy surface: the girl's open palm. Around you were most of the crumbs that had fallen onto the table. She intends to eat every last bit of her treat!
You are hoisted through the air and ended up back where you least wanted to be: in front of this little girl's open mouth. She was still salivating heavily and her tongue glistened in the light. The back of her mouth is barely visible, like a dark cavern awaiting travelers to make that fatal mistake of exploring further in.
*UUuuuUURP*
Before you turned to leap from her hand, the giant girl unsuccessfully held back a solid burp, and blasted you point-blank with hot, humid, stale air. Somehow you recognized the aroma of the cookie you were baked into, amongst several other less-pleasant smells from her digesting food.
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