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I’ve been so hungry lately… Not for food, not for snacks—something else. Something alive. Something tiny. These little creatures keep popping up in my garden, scurrying around like they don’t realize they’re on my land. My curves tower above them, my shadow alone makes them freeze… and today, I finally gave in to temptation. I started catching them. One by one. They’re so small in my palm, so helpless. I can feel them squirming as I lift them to my lips, slowly dragging my tongue across their tiny bodies—tasting their fear, feeling the tickle of panic against my mouth. I moan, softly, sweetly, before swallowing them down and pressing a hand to my full belly. They never had a chance. But honestly? I’ve been too gentle. Too playful. Maybe next time I won’t tease. Maybe next time I’ll swallow them whole. Let them slide down my throat, feel them kicking inside as I digest them slowly while lounging in the sun, moaning softly as they melt away inside my big, greedy body. This giantess is starving for more—and now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I can stop.