Time-Out: Whole World in Her Hands (Chapter 2)

Most of the stadium was packed with unwilling guests, especially in the aisles and emergency exits, as crying throngs of people tried unsuccessfully to exit through the doors, which had been soldered shut. The arrival of their leader only heightened their noisy panic, though hundreds if not thousands went deathly quiet upon spying Judy, either fainting or falling to their knees in pleading genuflection.

“Thank you, everyone, for attending my coronation banquet,” Judy spoke to the crowds at large, unaffected by their clamor. Her single whisper easily buried the collective screams, as had become the norm for her. “Understand that you are part of history today. I am made whole in my rule over this world, and so too will you make me whole.”

Scott felt his throat clench. He badly wished to retreat to the center of his mother’s hand, where he’d only have to listen instead of seeing the meal to come, yet somehow felt a responsibility to bear witness. He and his siblings were exempt from Judy’s diet, and as much survivor’s guilt as that left him with, the least Scott could do, he decided, was watch the great ritual.

“Let’s start with an appetizer, shall we?” Judy boomed. Her free hand lurched forth, fingers unfurling for the closest section of the audience. The traffic-jam of humanity was so packed, they hadn’t a hope of separating in time to flee her oncoming appendage. Unlike the precision shown in picking up her kids, the woman used no such tenderness now, scraping her fingers along the people and chairs like a bear dragging its paw through a hive for honey. Many people were outright squashed under Judy’s curled digits, though the feast was so plentiful, it didn’t bother her, and soon the woman was clutching several dozen people at once.

Judy lifted them up, past the VIP space her children occupied, all the way to her face, which she tilted back in preparation. A few miniscule creatures were already slipping out like stray crumbs, tumbling hundreds of feet back to the ground, but she didn’t seem to care about this either. Smiling, expelling warm air over her hand in a chuckling timbre, Judy parted her lips and poured bodies out of her palm. True to his painful vow, Scott made himself watch forty people rolling into the gaping maw. Conveniently, Judy’s other hand arose, granting her family an even closer view of the feeding.

In contrast to her usual practice of placing a person on her tongue like a pill and gulping them clean in one hard swallow, Judy took a different tact now to deal with the sheer volume of individual squirming creatures. Her tongue rose up, cutting through the cascading stream of bodies gushing into her mouth and smacking them to opposing sides of her cheeks, filling up. As the final victims fell squealing from her gigantic hand, Judy clacked her teeth shut, instantly gnashing half of them into pulp. Lips sealed, she began to chew loudly, the wet repetitions of her teeth punctuated with the crunch of micro-bones. Several times in the process of ingesting this appetizer, Judy gulped, but kept right on mulching the bodies, even licking her lips once and revealing the redder tint her slimy tongue had adopted.

“I really should be watching my figure, but… on the other hand… you wonderful, generous people really are the ones I have to thank for helping get me in such amazing shape to begin with, so… I suppose I’d be crazy not to keep up the habit,” Judy sighed. “And really, who could fault me for indulging just a bit on my biggest night ever? Bon appétit.”

With that, Judy repeated the act several more times. With her hand newly freed, she clawed back through a fresh crowd, raking them up into her palm while flattening many in the process. By now, having witnessed the stadium’s main event with their own eyes, the hapless captives worked even harder to flee from grabbing range, beating the locked doors and trying to climb the walls, but it was no use, and they may as well have been shrimp on a platter. A desperate few even attempted to sneak out of Judy’s sightline by leaping onto the field from the lowest seat boxes. At first it seemed to succeed, while dozens crept across the plain unmolested, making their way toward the ground-level entrances which were surely just as tightly barricaded.

However, Judy demonstrated she had noticed them after all, without even looking down, by rising just enough to arch her bare foot off the ground, pivot on her heel, and bring her cataclysmic sole overhead. Her toes even scrunched before they descended as though waving goodbye, giving the many people in her foot’s shadow the illusion of an escape window, but it was far too late, and her ped dropped like a hammer. Multiple hundred foolish runners met their end this way, instantaneously sandwiched between Judy’s arch and the grass, as the towering mother expertly padded her foot in all directions like a twisted game of Hungry Hippos with people for pellets. Here, too, sounded a chorus of gutsy demises, though the noise was hardly audible here, drowned out by the stadium-tremoring whomp of Judy’s sole crashing to earth again and again.

“Pardon me,” Judy moaned to the people at her feet, even as her gaze remained devoted to the next handful of delicious people about to be dump-trucked into her jaws. “But, in fairness, any food dropped on the ground is liable to be caught under one’s heel. I may be your leader, yes, but I can only see so far, after all, especially when you all were inconvenient enough to be born so very small.”

During this momentary interlude, while Judy’s open hand cradled a tangle of ant-sized bodies over her flapping lips, the horrified future-victims saw their chance. Many flung themselves over the edge away from the woman’s face rather than slide into the grueling saliva-sopped darkness of that execution chamber. Technically, Scott had to admit it was probably more painless to hurl oneself into the ground rather than risk a prolonged end drowning in saliva or being severed between molars stronger than car compactors.

Even so, most of the jumpers didn’t reach the ground. While they’d leapt away from Judy’s hungry jowls, there was still a great deal of her statuesque form poised below them, and they became scattered on her upper torso. Some pinged off Judy’s shoulders, others entwined in her hair, and some descended into the ample valley of her cleavage. Aware of their flight, Scott’s mother did nothing to stop them, though she heartily smirked at the sensation of diminutive flailing bodies tickling her pillowy breasts all the way down. Those that were lucky enough to miss the divide landed on the swollen shelf of her boob, clinging to the see-through cloth. At first it seemed they might’ve been able to hang on, but all Judy had to do was lean forward by a few more degrees and give her bosom a shake to knock the crumb-people loose. One woman slid directly down the center, bouncing onto the protruding summit of Judy’s jumbo nipple. Gasping in pleasure, Judy used the occasion of her O-face to pour another palmful of victims into her mouth.

“I must admit, I’ve never really been one to play with my food…” Judy stated, which Scott had to strongly disagree with. “…but you amusing little things really do make it irresistible. Scott, Maggie, Kyle… Mommy’s just too hungry to babysit you and enjoy the festivities at the same time.”

She extended her arm to the roof of the stadium, letting her children clamber off to safety, far above the carnage, where they could still observe the entire scene. Now with both hands free, the woman wasted no time in double-fisting scoops of people. Judy plucked them off the balconies, scoured them out of the aisles, and in some cases ripped down whole upper decks so the people rolled helplessly off the broken slopes of the arena tiers, right into her cupped hands. With her hands becoming a bowl, Judy could really pile in the bodies, and spent a ravenous moment with her treats held up to her face, appreciating the living liquid formed of bug-bodies trying to climb over one another, wailing and sobbing for mercy.

Then, extending that sea-monster tongue, Judy stabbed her writhing crimson muscle straight through the dense cluster of bodies. Swirling it around them like an ice cream cone, she withdrew with dozens adhered to the sticky mass and slurped them directly inside. While a smattering of spirited mini-people managed to pull themselves off the gooey gut-tainted tongue before they were sucked within, they only found themselves glued to Judy’s lips sprinkle-style, which allowed her to easily recollect them with a final lick once she’d grated the majority off on her pearly chompers.

Judy emptied her hands of the remaining bodies this same way, lapping her tongue in slow circles around the deep trench of her bowled palms, from which there was no hope of extrication by the crowd, no matter how hard they tried or how savagely they beat one another down for the chance to try climbing out first. The giantess’s fingers were soon too slick with her own spit and the remnants of their chewed-up compatriots to attempt escape anyway, and after a luxurious few minutes, Judy had gobbled up every one of them.

Of course, she still had most of an entire stadium to taste. Scattered as they’d become, rioting and screeching for help in equal measure, not a single person had managed to make it off the premises. Judy quickly refilled both hands and repeated the act in plain sight of her children, gorging on fistfuls of hysterical strangers. Each sampling made Judy sloppier, as she became more comfortable filling her slender belly with this buffet of her subjects. She began open-mouth chewing, giving the crowds and especially Scott a disturbing portrait of the pre-digestion experience inside her mouth. It was a massacre, half the bodies tossed in a rising syrupy moat of salivary juice, and half in various states of dismemberment, plastered along Judy’s cheeks and teeth as she hungrily pulverized them into a fine, swallowable sludge.

The fields were mostly clear of life now, though dotted with gory warning signs to anyone else who thought to flee. Still, awaiting their extinction had given a thousand or so spectators the grim inspiration to go for broke: they couldn’t all make it, but surely some could if they tried. It was clear they had to attempt something, or otherwise simply twiddle their thumbs in their seats until Judy’s fingers came for them. In a coordinated rush, hundreds upon hundreds of bodies swarmed into the field from one side of the stadium, attempting to run behind where Judy knelt. Those immense feet would stamp many of them in the attempt, yes, but it could buy time for others to make it. Her soles weren’t that large.

Unfortunately for them, while Judy’s peds indeed weren’t quite spacious enough to instantaneously squish a crowd of a thousand in a single step, her rear end was more than capable of literally quashing this final rush where it stood. Shifting out of her crouched position just as the crowd passed behind, Judy settled in, slamming her barely-covered ass cheeks down into the ground with such a tremendous THUD that most of the thousands still occupying the stands were bounced like jumping beans. She shook from side to side, clenching and shimmying her butt until a crater formed beneath it. Hundreds were now crammed into a mass grave in the dented shape of Judy’s bottom, and those who’d just managed to clear the enormous weight were quick to join their fellows, either swept by her fingers directly under those bountiful hundred-thousand-ton glutes, or otherwise picked off the ground and added to the goddess’s next gritty mouthful.

“I think it’s safe to call this banquet a rousing success,” Judy pronounced, as she smashed a throng of escapees underfoot. She licked up the last remains of another fifty offerings from her palm, even suckling flavor off her thumb when one overzealous man managed to scale his way up the trunk of her digit. “Far be it from me to be considered a glutton in the eyes of my people, though, so I’ll digest just for just a moment, and allow my appetite to recover. Don’t worry, it won’t be long. In the meanwhile, perhaps some of you would like to become better acquainted with your end-all, be-all. Come to me.”

She did just that, giving the people a break from being devoured to instead pick them up and flick them about, between her tits or into the canyon under her buttocks. Many more were ended under her heels as well. As promised, though, Judy’s digestion period didn’t take long, and soon even her children could hear the gurgling of her gut from all the way up here.

Day gave way to evening and then night, with no signs of ceasing the remorseless multi-course meal. Scott, having already gone through the five stages of grief as his mother arose into the astronomic being she was now, even managed some newfound dread when there seemed to be no end in sight for the event, or his mother’s hunger. He once believed he was desensitized to the horror, but tonight Judy proved him wrong, as she systematically stomped, crushed, squeezed, licked, and swallowed thousands of people for the glory of her goddesshood.

The display of her raw and voracious power was so pervasive, so absolute, that even Scott was beginning to buy into his mom’s religion, no matter how hard he fought it.

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THE END (for now)