“Ooh! I call this one!” Avery gushed with joy, her hand launching out at the tray of freshly baked gingerbread cookies. Her voice was muffled from your position buried under the baked dough, but as you felt her smooth fingers press against your back and lift the cookie you were stuck to off of the tray, you immediately knew what she’d said, and what was about to happen to you. Your blood ran cold.
Unfortunately, neither of your other two roommates spotted anything out of the ordinary with the back of the gingerbread man Avery had selected. A lot of the dough had meshed itself around your squishy form during the baking in the oven, essentially entombing you inside of the crisp, fresh Christmas delicacy. Unable to move, unable to talk, and totally hidden within the confines of the dessert delicacy. Unless a miracle occurred, you were morbidly aware of your fate.
A miracle, though, seemed unlikely, especially as Avery brought you up to her mouth, parted her sensual lips, and let her hot breath blow out over the cookie.
“You smell sooooooo good, little guy!” Avery whispered. “My delicious little man!” The pink-haired girl ran her tongue up the front of the cookie, dripping some saliva onto the gingerbread man’s frosting-decorated face. Unable to contain herself, Avery let slip a small moan of anticipation.
Across the kitchen, Morgan gaped at her twin. “God, Avery. It’s supposed to be a tasty treat, not a little horny toy!”
Avery widened her eyes her face reddened. She shyly lowered you from her lips and pouted. “Uh…sorry. I’m just playing with the cookie…s’not my fault that it’s shaped like an adorbs little man.”
Quinn, having just polished off her third gingerbread cookie, licked her laps and put a hand on her stomach appreciatively, then looked wryly at Avery. “You do you, Avery. We aren’t judging. It’s just pretty weird. Most people eat their food without toying with it first. It’s just food, after all.”
Morgan nodded in agreement. “Right, what Quinn said. Just enough the delicious cookie already. Treating it like a little person is a little insensitive to Hunter, don’t you think?”
Avery’s cheeks remained red, though as the flush of embarrassment faded, a tinge of pink was left on her face. The blush betrayed her innermost thoughts, even as her next words conveyed the opposite. “O-oh yeah, sorry. Good thing he’s not…uh…here, huh? I’d be totes sorry.”
Not catching onto the exuberant giantess’ stammering rant, Morgan and Quinn turned back to chowing down on the plate of unbelievably scrumptious gingerbread men. With their attention turned away from her, Avery looked back at the cookie in her hand, allowed herself another small smile, and licked her lips.
“…come on in, little guy…” She practically purred, before finally shoving the entire cookie into her mouth all at once.
You let out one last mute scream before all the world around you became a nightmarish swampy landscape. As Avery’s plush lips closed back down and a guttural sound of bliss arose from her throat, the temperature rose by approximately one million degrees. Saliva caked you and the rest of the cookie instantly, aided by the fleshy mass that was Avery’s tongue pressing up into your squishy form from below.
Avery wasted no time in lapping her tongue around the cookie, snaking her tongue across every exposed inch of the poor gingerbread man. The divine taste exploded in Avery’s mouth, generating another blissful squeal from the excited giantess. The gingerbread began to dissolve as Avery’s tongue and saliva broke down the dough, but you found it impossible to focus on reforming with Avery tossing the cookie about with her tongue, flipping you head-over-heels.
Eventually, what you’d feared all along came to pass, as Avery thrust the cookie to the side of her mouth and chomped down. Powerless to defend yourself, her teeth chomped the gingerbread man’s face to bits, shattered the frosting-coated head to reveal your own. Sadly, Avery’s gnashing teeth could hardly tell one thing apart from the other, and as far as Avery was concerned, the entire cookie tasted as amazing as a cookie could, chewy inside included.
Over the course of the next minute, Avery tossed your body all around her mouth while continuously chewing and chomping, breaking off more and more of the gingerbread casing around your body, exposing your malleable form. It only took a chomp or two before your body ended up squishing and folding in on itself, Avery’s teeth rolling you up into a gooey ball. Her saliva glued bits of frosting and gingerbread to you, ensuring your body didn’t lose its flavor as the minutes stretched on.
Pleased beyond belief by the tastiest gingerbread cookie she’d had in her entire life, Avery kept chewing you into more and more of an unrecognizable lump of squishy flesh and doughy remains. Eventually, even she grew tired, and she reached for her nearby glass of milk, bringing the cup up to her lips and tilting it back. As the milk flowed freely into her cavernous, dank maw, so too did your freedom flow out of your reach.
A mangled mess by this point, you could do nothing but cry out with useless, flattened lips as the tidal wave of milk picked you and the rest of the gingerbread debris and cleared it back towards Avery’s throat. The ground dropped out beneath you, and your body rolled down her tongue and straight into her esophagus, a world of darkness and silence, save for the faint pulsing of Avery’s heartbeat.
After an indeterminable amount of time, your body finally hit the last short freefall, before splashing down into the lake of stomach acid that would be your new home for the foreseeable future. The acid burned with a persistent pain, and even though you knew it wouldn’t leave lasting effects on you (as tiny DNA prevented digestion), it still hurt like hell. With what little strength you had left, you tried valiantly to reform…
…only for a subsequent rainfall of gingerbread remains to pour down from above and splash onto you, shoving you under the surface of Avery’s stomach acid. The pink-haired girl didn’t stop their either, and as she shoveled in more and more cookies, the goopy and disgusting remains settled on top of you in heavier and heavier layers, securely pinning you deep in her stomach.
Readily apparent that fate had screwed you over in as horrible a way as possible, you broke down into muted tears and gave up hope entirely. Your first Christmas with your new roommates, ruined as thoroughly and as terribly as your worst nightmares. Even as the confines of Avery’s tummy jiggled with her laughter out in the world of light, your own world of darkness remained silent and cruel. Barely cognizant of your surroundings, you eventually passed out.
Meanwhile, Avery flopped onto the couch in the living room, stuffed full of Christmas goodies and happier than she’d been in days thanks to the scrumptious gingerbread cookie she’d sent down her gullet. Curling up under a blanket, Avery giggled at a few small bubbles making noise in her tummy, then turned her attention to the movie that Quinn was putting on the TV. Having suggested a movie marathon, all the girls agreed wholeheartedly.
Of course, caught up in their celebrating, your roommates once more forgot to check up on you. So, as the hours ticked on and they watched movie after movie, you gurgled away in Avery’s stomach, her acids breaking down all the foods around you. Slowly but surely, you were being forced onto the next phase of exiting Avery’s body, any chance of being recovered by her simply throwing you up long since lost.
The girl’s remembered you that evening when they prepared to open presents, but after searching the house for you for an hour, they gave up. Without a plan of action, they had no idea how to start. Morgan rationalized that you’d turn up soon, and Quinn assured a distraught Avery that they’d look again the next day. Avery was saddened she couldn’t spend more time celebrating and flirting with you, but cheered up and forgot you almost instantly when present opening began.
The night came to a close peacefully and without much fanfare. The girls thanked each other for their gifts, said their goodnights, then went to bed. As Avery changed into fluffy winter pajamas and flopped into bed, she had a content smile on her face, blissfully unaware of her petrified, abused tiny roommate, who’s body was currently crushed and crumpled up into an incomprehensibly small ball working its way through her intestines.
*****
The morning came, and with it, your final hour. It was about as disgusting as you’d feared, and it was certainly a painful, humiliating, and horrifically smelly experience you never wanted to have again. Still, with a bit of pushing, Avery had deposited you and the rest of her previous day’s meals into the toilet right after waking up, and light shone down onto you for the first time in nearly a day as she stood up to wipe.
Trying not to think about your putrid surroundings or the freezing cold toilet water, you furiously focused all of your efforts into reforming. Slowly but surely, your head began to unstick from its crumpled-up position, and reinflate back into three dimensions. Your lips followed next, and as soon as the smacked open, you pushed the stomach-turning taste from your mind as you yelled up to Avery, far above you. Towering above you like a naked goddess, she’d just finished wiping, and was fully ready to decide your fate, whether she knew it or not.
“AVERY!!!” You screamed liked you’d never screamed before.
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