* All characters depicted are 18 years old or older *
The giant hand of the Goddess took you by your tiny left leg as you screamed. But it was no use. An ant can "scream" all it want, the gods don't hear it, and do what they please. She picks you up from your cage, still smelling of hamster. You admire for a last time her huge white, freckled tits as your are brought between them, and see, horrified, the hand bring you right up to her throat, and then her immense smiling mouth,
Licking her lips in that same, beautiful coy smile, she starts speaking in the clear, concise manner that you now associate with divine mandate: "We finally got him, bug. We got your father. He talked, and then I...rewarded him for his honesty. Now I have to reward you too! We wouldn't have found him without you, little lovebug."
With that last compliment, that still somehow sent radiating waves of pride through your tiny naked body, you heard the strong percussions of her hand caressing her own belly. "As a matter of fact, I am thinking it's about time I returned you to your dad. If he's still alive in there, remind him why he is being punished. May the Goddess Reign."
You yell in terror, feeling the void of air as you freefall from her opened hand into her wide opened mouth. Her huge, awaiting tongue receives you, coating you in saliva which you start drinking eagerly, thirsty as you are. So thirsty, in fact, that in only occurs to you far too late to try and reach the giant white teeth. The mouth soon closes, and in the damp darkness, you can only try to grab unto the slippery tongue that abused you so much in the last month. The tongue that, inexorably, pushes you lower and lower into the Goddess's throat, until you hear a terrible, loud organic noise: the wet walls around you squeeze your body, forcibly bringing you down, down, down her throat...
Until you fall in a pool of some sort. A hot, blinding, acidic pool that immediately starts gnawing at your eyes and legs. You plunge into the slimy liquid, only to try and stand up. The loud organic noises surround you, but in a state of panic, you still foolishly try to find some support, to somehow, against all odds, get out.
You do find some kind of long, hard tool, a spade perhaps? No, of course not, why would a tiny spade be there? You try to use the object in pitch black darkness, to support your ascension, but to no avail: the support it provides is of no help, the slippery walls forbid any kind of escape, and you soon fall into the center of the acidic pool. You let go of the object, and fall to your knees into the pool. "Goddess is just. Goddess is perfect. Goddess will not rid herself of a good servant. Please, Goddess, free me, think of me."
Amidst the stomach acid, the now almost completely digested remain of your father's skeletal leg, which you had used as support unbeknownst to you, floats aimlessly around you. You will be fully digested long before you realize it and find the rest of the bones.
