You cast yourself down to the table while Sarah's reaching form brings it closer. As you land smoothly, the giant brings an oyster back from the plate to be devoured, a single gulp. You run closer to the offerings, knowing that you'll be unable to harvest more than a small fraction of the slimy mass. These beings will likely not even notice that you've taken a vast feast's worth of sustenance from their pre-meal snacks!
The plate is easy enough to climb, and then you stand before the ugly, crusty undersides of the oysters. As you heave yourself up to get at their gooey insides, you reflect on how one of these creatures is bigger than you, and only eats the tiniest things. Where does this put you on the food chain?
Still, you carve into the great mass, and slide a tiny fragment into your mouth. It's meant to just slip down the throat easily, but at this scale you have to chew it over quite a lot. The horrible, salty lump is not very appetising, and certainly not worth the effort. Some food should just be left to the giants!
Seems that Alfie wants to show you how it should be eaten. His hand lifts up the very oyster you are standing on, gigantic thumb humbling you as it slams into place. The giant hefts you skyward, and the slippy surface of the oyster leaves you sliding around in the shell, slapping against the gross meat.
Hopefully, he will notice you before he plops the oyster into his mouth, and you will be saved. But no, he's lifting you away from his face, his eyes gazing at something above and beyond you. As you look at him, hoping to be noticed, you spot Sarah's bare arm rush past in the opposite direction, moving another oyster toward her husband's smiling lips.
Oh, how romantic, they're going to feed each other! Big problem with that is that you're on the menu! Your struggles to escape are useless, as the surface you're on is far from reliable! Oh, how your greed has doomed you!
Turning, you watch Sarah's approaching mouth. The lips, resplendant with lipstick, part with a trail of saliva stretching and snapping. Beyond, a dark and wet cavern framed with gleaming teeth. Her breath carries a waft of wine-scent, its alcohol content making you cough.
Then Alfie slams the edge of the oyster shell against the bottom lip, tipping it upward. The massive oyster slides downward, carrying you with it into the darkness.
Sarah's lips smash closed with a sickening collision of wet meat, banishing all light. The tongue beneath you nudges the oyster beneath the teeth for a chew or two before the giant gulps, and you feel the terrifying power of her muscles.
You're not dragged fully down yet, but if you stay it won't be too long. However, if you start struggling, she'll feel you as a morsel and that tongue will finish you off. No, to get out of here, you'll have to be smart...
Your hands fumble with the rope, but there's not a lot of precision required for it. You cast it toward where you think the teeth are, its length slapping against the surface of the tongue.
Any human would swallow a morsel of food, but feeling a stray hair will lead to them trying to spit it out. Thus Sarah reverses the direction of her force, and you are carried toward the opening. Light gushes in as her fingertip scratches at her tongue, desperately searching for that pesky hair.
She gets it eventually, and then you are wrenched forth in the hair's wake, dangling from it between her pinched finger and thumb. "Got a hair in my mouth," she splutters noisily, and Alfie laughs.
You can't afford to have her see you, so you let go of the rope. You plunge down the length of her neck, before crashing into the warm expanse of her exposed chest. You try to paw the oyster goo and saliva from yourself, but you don't get much time. Sarah must have felt you, and guessed you to be a discarded drop of food. She dabs at her chest with a napkin, and with her phenomonal strength backing it up, you are pressed against the paper and torn from her body. Being carried along as she dabbed, you are slammed against her breast repeatedly, certainly picking up some bruising but staying alive.
Then her fingers work again, balling the napkin up around you and depositing you to one side. Doesn't feel like you've fallen far, so you assume you must just be on the tabletop still. Beneath notice for now, but who knows what other spills may need cleaning up again soon? Should you stay here, or get out?
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