In this fantasy, I play a gentle, hungry giantess witch who has welcomed you, a tiny person, into my home. I ask you about where you're from and if anyone might be missing you. Upon discovering your loneliness, I make a suggestion. You can stay here with me, and in return for safety, food and care, you will do things for me that only a tiny could do. To my surprise, you ask for me to tuck you in every night with a goodnight kiss. I express how sweet the sentiment is, and agree. A month later, I come to you to confess something. However, you stop me and say that you also have something you want to talk about. You think I've been thinking about eating you. And... I admit that I have. It was my plan from the start to fatten you up and eat you in a sandwich. I've been eating tinies for almost all my life but you, you're different. You're... special. You're willing to be eaten by me. We agree that tomorrow morning will be the time to do it. You find me in the kitchen, preparing for the meal. I've made a bowl of special seasoning that will help to numb the pain a little. You ask to see my mouth, and I willingly show you the inside. You're the first person to ever tell me that my warm, wet mouth is large and inviting. Most people I eat are deathly afraid of me.... I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you. But one last question. You know you won't make it through this, right? My mouth, my teeth, my spit, my throat and my stomach will be your end. You won't make it out of me alive. This... will be the last of you.  I put you in the sandwich and lay the top slice on top of you before sitting down to eat you. I check to make sure you're comfortable one last time before I take my first bite. I can't believe how delicious you are. So tender and plump, so moist. Bite by bite, I eat your legs first until it's just your little head and arms. Finally, I stuff the last of you in my mouth, chewing furiously and moaning at the taste. My little tiny friend made such a good meal.