I hunt tiny, little people around the house. I have been doing it for years now; dumb-innocent step-daddy's girl finds grown-ups one at a time, tracks them down then swallows them alive and whole. They think I am rescuing them, that I am in fact a friendly giantess. They are idiots, what can I say? I have no mercy. And I do love the feeling of a little person squirming down my tight throat and inside my stomach. They plead into my beautiful big chocolate eyes for mercy, try to convince me to let them go, that I'll get in trouble with step-mommy and step-daddy but... I am not really worried abo... Show more