So you’d be holding a tiny man in your fingers. You’re a giantess who loves stuffing your belly with as many tinies as you can. You love feeling them all struggling, squirming, fighting against you in your stomach. You love how bloated they make your belly. They put up such a fuss inside your stomach that you aren’t able to stop burping. You just finished devouring an entire village of tinies. There’re so many stuffed in your gut that you don’t think you can eat another. All their active movements are making you belch. You rub your belly, burping, talking about how full you are. You notice one last tiny wondering where everyone is. You’d call to him, politely saying excuse me every time your burps interrupt you. Apologize, blaming your burps on how full you are: you’d just had a big meal. You’d feign ignorance when asked if you’d seen everyone. Eventually, you roll your eyes, calling him pathetic for not realizing that they’re in your stomach. Talk about how you swallowed them all alive, whole, one at a time, how all were strugglers and tried to fight it. but it didn’t matter- they’re just food. The more they thrashed around in your fingers trying to get away the more you wanted to swallow them whole. You just had to stuff them all into your stomach. Now they’re all in your tight gut, pushing for space and air, making you burp. Tell him you thought you were so stuffed and full with all the people you’ve eaten that you didn’t know if you could fit another in your stomach but seeing him so helpless beneath you just makes you want to cram him inside your stomach even though there’s no space. You do, picking him up and swallowing him whole. Afterwards you rub your belly, burping, saying they were all delicious.