You decide to go to the kitchen, after all, you were pretty hungry. You look down at the tiny man between your breasts.
“I think I could use a snack!” You tell him with a wink.
“Oh dear god, please, no!” The tiny man screams and tries to escape your cleavage, but there is no where for him to go.
You enter the kitchen and go over to the fridge. You open and find a blueberry muffin, already on a plate. You grab it, and start to walk over to your table.
Once you reach the table, you take a seat and place the plate before you. Then you grab the tiny man out of your breasts and place him on the plate before you.
“Well, it’s been fun, but you knew that you would die at sometime.” You tell the man.
“But I don’t wanna die!” The tiny man responds, shaking heavily.
“Well too bad!” You say as you pick him up and throw him into your mouth. You then run your tongue along his tiny body. As expected, he has no taste, well alone anyway. That’s what the muffin is for. You pick up the muffin and toss the entire thing into your mouth. You grind your teeth into the muffin, with the man. You taste a little blood, but the flavor of the muffin is much more powerful. With one gulp, it goes down your throat.
“Well that was tasty! But what to do now?” You say to yourself.
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