A Crush for Lunch (Chapter 2)

Understandably, the giantess required a few seconds’ frozen quietude to process what she’d just been told, until her eyes widened and her jaw hung open in shock – which of course just gave Taylor yet another golden opportunity to leer inside that squishy spit-streaked haven between her cheeks. And now his greatest desire was officially out there. In their world of wildly-divergent sizes for humanity, ranging from Taylor’s standard sub-six-foot to beings like Olivia towering dozens of stories tall like living skyscrapers, such a request technically wasn’t unheard of. Sometimes destitute tinies agreed to be eaten, so their families could receive a large payout; sometimes giants vengefully snacked upon a little one who’d annoyed them too much; sometimes mixed-size lovers voluntarily agreed to be swallowed by their partner as an act of passion. And sometimes, as in Taylor’s case, certain people just had such voracious fetishes to be consumed by gorgeous titanesses like Olivia that this kinky aim took higher priority over every other ambition in their miniscule existence. So the giantess was sure to have at least known about this phenomenon before. Still, Taylor guessed it might not be easy to convince her.

“You… really MEAN that? You want me to pick you up and put you in my… mouth? Like you’re just some part of my lunch? And… eat you… like, swallow you down… for real? For forever?” Olivia haltingly repeated back step-by-step, the cute super-nerd clearly still struggling to compute this.

“Yes. That’s it exactly,” Taylor confirmed. He smiled reassuringly, readying himself for what he presumed would be at least multiple hours, if not many days straight, of trying to sensitively persuade the geeky giantess that this was indeed what he wanted, and that by eating him, she’d be giving him the greatest gift anyone ever could. But before Taylor could offer further explanation, now it was his turn to be shell-shocked when Olivia shrugged and nodded her head in affirmation.

“Well, if that’s what you really REALLY want, I… guess I could do that for you. Yes, Taylor. I’ll eat you,” she declared, softly yet with confident finality.

“Y-You will?” he gasped, hardly able to keep the jubilation hidden. Practically jumping up and down, manic with anticipation, and almost-painfully turgid between the legs, Taylor fell to his knees. “T-Thank you, Olivia! You don’t even know what this means to me! I have to admit. I’ve… I’ve wanted this for a long time. And I always wanted it to be you who swallowed me.”

“Just me?” Olivia murmured, seemingly flattered more than aghast. The giantess licked her lips and massaged her tongue along her cheeks, as if scrubbing away any extra lunch debris, to prepare the way for Taylor. “Wow. That’s… amazing. But why me?”

“Because you’re the coolest, smartest, nicest, most-beautiful person I’ve ever met. Plus, to be totally honest, the idea of you eating me is… just the hottest thing in the world to me,” Taylor proclaimed without hesitation. “Why wouldn’t I want you to be the one who did this for me?”

Overwhelmed by this adulation, as if Taylor had just asked her to be his lifelong valentine, Olivia fanned herself and blushed even pinker. While she obviously wasn’t expecting to carry out such a task when she woke up today, she was far more amenable than the boy could’ve anticipated she’d be, and even seemed to appreciate that this wasn’t a sad or perverse event, but instead one which represented the totality of how special he viewed her. If anything, Olivia wasn’t participating in this purely as a reluctant gesture for Taylor’s benefit; she actually seemed to be looking forward to it herself. Like this was an honor.

“So, what are we waiting for?” she whispered with a sultry smirk, already much more self-assured than she’d seemed before. “First things first. I can’t eat you with your clothes on. Why don’t you take those off for me, and then…”

Olivia giggled sheepishly while Taylor obeyed her in that same instant, all but ripping his outfit off, until he stood humbly nude before her three-hundred-foot-high majesty. When he was done, feeling more vulnerable than ever, the giantess reached for him – taking great care – as she hugged his bare form between the cushy pads of her thumb and index fingers to pluck him off the table. Naturally, Taylor was almost weightless to someone as strong and leviathan-scaled as Olivia, which meant it took even less effort for her to bring him toward her lips than it did to fork up the next bite of noodles. Even as she held him with such loving caution, making him feel strangely comfortable while dangled naked in her massive hand and brought ever-closer toward those humongous pink lips that still gleamed with saliva and ramen juices, he was wonderfully aware of how omnipotent she was over him. He was but a bug in the grip of a hungry nerdy wallflower goddess.

“Good. That’s much better,” Olivia hushed, as her warm lunch breath washed over Taylor in a sticky fog. She granted him a last friendly smile, then uttered: “I’ll be gentle with you, little Taylor. I promise I will. Hey, you know you can trust me. Just like when you were safe to tell me what you wanted, you know that I’ll make it feel nice, when I eat you. Well. Are you ready now?”

“Y-Yes,” Taylor squealed, his tone imploring and his body trembling with desirous ache between the giantess’s fingers. “Please eat me, Olivia.”

The time had come at last, and it had worked out more perfectly than Taylor could’ve ever imagined. Olivia’s lips parted, only much wider than they had while she passively spooned noodle heaps onto her tongue before. She was paying attention this time, conscious of every move, as her fingers drew the puny boy inside the humid shadow of her comely maw, while that pink slab of her taste buds stretched forth to greet him. Taylor went limp and spread-eagle then, accepting this through every bodily atom. Just as she’d vowed, Olivia placed him oh-so-comfily upon the pithy sopping-wet plank of her prodigious tongue. It felt like a living mattress, so yieldingly squishy on the surface and doused in toasty drool, yet also brimming with brawny musculature within – powerful enough to easily dominate Taylor by just a single tongue-flick. Right away, her cheeks seemed to fold in on him from all sides, while her lips closed peacefully with a last wet murmur, sealing Taylor inside that squelchy sanctum of her mouth.

The little thing felt no hint of fear or regret now: only fulfillment and ecstasy, as Olivia’s tongue gently began manipulating beneath him. For a few angelic minutes, she simply caressed Taylor’s diminutive naked body between her cheeks, tasting him and bathing him in her oozing spit and rubbing him over every sumptuous pink surface within. The heat of her mouth’s atmosphere was magnificent, sweltering but not uncomfortably so. The flavor of every shallower inhale he took was thickly redolent of Olivia’s piquant ramen lunch, plus hints of mint toothpaste and faint morning breath, all interwoven by the gooey bubbly fragrance of her delicious saliva, which tempted and aroused her living meal most of all. Here and there, Taylor brushed past the giantess’s iron-tough teeth, recognizing that she could have effortlessly chewed his vulnerable form apart with even less effort than it took to pulp her noodles. Yet the girl kept her promise, only sucking upon and easing the tiny volunteer into his fate via a hypnotic swirl of muggy flavorful spit-soaked splendor.

At long last, when the moment arrived for him to be gulped to eternity, Taylor sensed his conclusive voyage oncoming. By then, he was more certain than ever that he’d chosen his destiny correctly, and somehow, by the eagerness of Olivia’s tongue massage and the sound of those murmurs from her throat, he intuited that the giantess had wholly accepted this course of action. She saw it was right, too. Maybe she even enjoyed it. He only hoped he tasted pleasant for her, and that she’d always remember the significance she held in his heart, so much so that he literally preferred to become her lunch than carry out any other purpose for his life. Somehow, Taylor knew she understood. On a slow tide of drool, ladled toward her gullet by the up-tipped ramp of Olivia’s squashy tongue, the boy found total serenity – not to mention orgasmic satiation – as he plummeted cozily into the thrall of her esophagus with a weighty near-musical GAHHH-LOOOOMP that echoed from all around.

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