Lottie is packing after her vacation trip, she closes her luggage and gets ready to leave, though takes a quick final look around just to make sure she doesn’t leave anything behind. Then she opens a drawer and finds the tiny couple she took from the streets back on the very first day of her trip. She put them away to play later and c*mpletely forgot about them.

She checks her flight and sees she’s still good on time. Lottie apologises and brings the couple out. They obviously scream and plead to not be hurted, which softens her spirit. They look really cute to her, though that adds on the enjoyment she gets from slowly ripping them off their hope.

Lottie briefs them about this routine/tradition thing she does whenever she travels. She likes snatching tinies from other countries and play with them. Usually they don’t survive, though that’s not relevant, what’s important is the path to their end. The foreplay.

She doesn’t have much with her now that she’s already packed, but she finds some glue-stick left on the table that brings an idea to her mind.

Lottie places both of them on the table surface as she explains the game while also setting it. It’s pretty easy. They’ll both hang from the sticky thing, dangling from the table’s edge over the ground. To them, it would be a pretty long, lethal fall in case they lose their grip. Only in this case they won’t land on the floor, but in her mouth. She shows them her mouth open and tongue extended to make an impact. She’ll catch the loser and will make the winner witness and recollect everything that happens from then on. She will slowly taunt the tiny person in her mouth, sucking, slurping, smacking and rolling them around as their partner watches and gathers everything they see so they can then tell the story of what happened, without missing a single detail.

They already start to plead and beg for mercy. She won’t give none, but concedes a l*ttle pray in case they know any. Lottie brings her hands together and closes her eyes, letting them do the same in case they have a G*d or someone to pray to for help. Once she considers it’s time, Lottie picks them up, places them against their respective glue-stickers and kneels below them, awaiting her prize.

She teases them with her extended tongue but also playing with their desperation, as she talks about how lucky they almost got. If she hadn’t thought of taking a final look around the place, if she hadn’t looked inside that drawer, they would be together and free again. Now one of them will d*e inside of her. She’ll just go on with her life, take her plane back home while digesting one of them, probably even forget about it by the time she lands, while the other, horrified, will go on tell their relatives what happened, so they’re warned in case they come across her or any other regular sized person.

Doesn’t make you mad how unfair it is?

Being digested alive is something a human being should not face, so they’re not ready to even fear it. On top of that, after being through a slow, painful "stop living", comes the degradation of turning their body into w*ste. Once a person, with loved ones to care about, dreams, hopes, goals...Then someone else’s w*ste.

She starts rolling her tongue around, smacking it and sl*shing it as she sees them slipping down their sticky string, taunting them. Finally, the man loses his grip and lands on Lottie’s tongue. She drags him in as she feels him on its surface and draws a smile in front of the remaining survivor.

Lottie picks the tiny woman between her fingers and brings her really close to her mouth. She wants her to report on everything she sees and feels: the overwhelming sound of her voice, the stench of her breath, the screams of her soon to become ex-bf, the ease on how her tongue simply tastes him, not even fighting back, while he actually fights for his life. She goes on swirling him around for a while until she finally gives them a final farewell moment.

Do you want to say something?

She displays him, laying on her tongue, c*mpletely defeated, before her. Lottie don’t even actually care if they’re saying anything to each other or not, she simply retracts her tongue, swallows him alive and sticks it out again, showing the empty cavern to the tiny woman, proving she just ate her man.

Now she must go and report everything that happened here this morning, though she won’t expect Lottie not having a taste of her first. After all, there’s still a bit of time and she’s still pinned between her fingers. Still hers. Lottie proceeds to rub her against her tongue, cleaning it from her partner’s fight using her body as a “tongue scraper”. Then she l*cks and sucks on her body as if it was some sort of candy cane. Once satisfied, she lets the tiny woman go.

The l*ttle woman is so shocked by the time she stands on the ground, free of Lottie’s fingers, she even needs the giant woman to hurry her to go away.

Lottie watches the tiny girl go while patting her belly.

She then addresses the tiny man inside.

Sssshhh, you’re not going anywhere. You’re coming home with me.

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