Dinner Time with Your Giantess Mother

All of this over an extra piece of food, a simple piece of food.

Being tiny was no picnic but your Mother did her best to keep you safe and happy. She took great care of you and was always attentive to your needs. One day as you both sat down for dinner and she placed your tiny plate in front of you, you noticed it was a smaller portion than normal and just happened to be feeling extra hungry that day. You called out to your Mother and asked for more but you knew she wouldn't be able to hear you, she hasn't been able to hear her tiny son since the day you shrank unless she holds you right up to her ear which she rarely does.

Being the big brave fearless tiny that you are you decided it would be ok to steal some from her plate, at your size it looked like she was eating enough to feed an entire army, she wouldn't notice a small chunk of meat missing.

You climb onto her plate, carefully attentive of not alerting her as you watch her shovel literal tons of food (compared to you) into her mouth at a time and compact it into nothing between her teeth before swallowing it. The thought of that happening to you causes you to flinch and rethink your decision but as you turn to retreat back to safety your Mother's arm bangs the table, it was nothing to her she didn't even notice it, but to you it shook everything, you lost your balance and stumbled into some gravy and slid down into the meat. "Well I'm here now I might as well take a bite" you decide and grab hold of the meat with your mouth wide open. Before you can take the bite you're interrupted by a large silver spear poking through the impaled meat. The way it pushed and spread open a wound and that the spear would pass through was extremely unsettling, it was just food but there was something terrifyingly gory about that. You try to stumble backwards to avoid the object but the gravy underfoot causes you so slip again and fall...except you don't fall, something caught you. You quickly realize this silver spear was the tip of your Mother's fork and you weren't falling because it had not only impaled the meat but penetrated through your leg as well. Now that you saw it the pain came rushing and you started to scream. 

The screams would not last long as you were hastily hoisted into the air at breakneck speeds. Only a moment later you looked down at theplate below, so far that you could not see it's details clearly anymore but you could see the details of what was in front of you, your mother's massive maw rest before you as you hang there attached to meat and fork. She hovers you and the food mindlessly infront of her mouth as she finishes chewing her last piece. You watch with horror as her powerful giantess jaws make short work of whatever was inside but more horrifying was the sound, you had never realized how horrific the sound of chewing could really be until faced with the context of being the thing that is chewed. 

"Mom! MOM! MOM!!!!" you scream desperately, you know she can't hear you but you just keep screaming and crying and even as she opens her mouth and places you inside you continue to scream. Even as her tongue bullies you and throws you around mercilessly you continue to scream. You scream and you crawl, trying with ever ounce of strength you have to get out but as she continues to toss you around her mouth you become disorriented and can't even remember which way out is so you just crawl forward. 

By some miracle you manage to make it to her lips, you crawl past her actively chewing front teeth and begin banging on the sealed exit as they are too heavy for you to move. Your mother doesn't seem to notice your struggle but her tongue has found something curious inside the mouth and begins investigating it... and it is you. You feel the warm wet tongue cover half your body as it slithers around you and grabs hold, it begins to pull you back towards the rest of the food where you belong but you manage to pull loose and dive towards the lips again. You foot gets caught between her front teeth as they catch you in place, not biting you just holding you as the tongue returns for another attempt at studying you. Her teeth squeeze oh so gently as if to test if you are food or something too hard to eat, like a burnt grain of pepper, and this slight pressure snaps your ankle. You scream and pull away as best you can but it's useless. Her tongue begins slowly climbing your legs until they reach your torso but stops as it seems more curious about that one little thing sticking out of your pelvic section. Her tongue begins sliding up and down against your dick as it tries to figure out what it is. After only a few seconds of her massive wet tongue rubbing up and down your now hard dick you begin to forget about the pain and terror of the situation as new feelings rush over you, Lust and pleasure. "No mom, please no, stop.. stop.. stop" you mutter helplessly as your try and resist but it pays you no heed and continues it's rhythmic motions. You turn to her tongue and hold on, there is no stopping what is about to happen so you give into your needs and desires and ejaculate. 

Instantly the tongue recoils at the unpleasant salty taste of your 'cream' and has decided you are not something it wants to eat, pushing you through her lips and back to the outside world. Your eyes quickly adjust to the light again as you spot your Mothers hand with a napkin coming towards you. You refuse to be discarded as bad food and push yourself further causing you to fall. 

You land soflty atop one of her ginormous breasts and take note of the soft, buoyant surface as you continue to slide down towards the side edge. You fall again but this time much further. You fall is broken by the luckily soft material of the chair itself and the adrenaline coarsing through you causes you to stand up immediately. 

Despite your punctured leg and broken ankle you resolve to get her attention the only way you know how. By climbing up to her ear so she can hear you. You steele your nerves and begin the long painful climb to the top. Luckily her skin tight leggings had ripples for you to use for leverage making this climb much easier. 

About half way up her supple butt cheek your world returns to chaos as she stands up with you hanging on desperately. She leans forward across the table, bending over and tightening the fabric you're holding onto as it stretches and molds to the now changing shape of her behind. 

"Where is my Tiny Son?" she asks upon noticing your absense.
"HELP" you cry up but she does not hear.

What happens next?
Does she sit back down?
Go for a walk?
Crawl around looking for you?

Comment your desired ending below.