It feels like everything is happening in slow motion. The fork is high in the air, approaching Trish's large mouth. The fingers gripping the fork are enormous. They are the size of tree trunks and the nails are painted a blue color. Just then, you turn around and realize the fork in entering the giantess's mouth. You then run off the end and bounce of Trish's soft bottom lip. You figure it is better to attempt the jump instead of being digested with the pasta. Trish's mouth slams down on the fork and she pulls all the food off it. In the meantime, your tiny body falls from her mouth and....
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