You stood at the very top of the tallest building in the model city, hands on your knees, sweating and panting. Though Vivid Videos had gone to great lengths to make the interior of the tiny buildings as detailed as possible, the elevators didn't work, and you'd had to sprint up several dozen flights of stairs to reach the rooftop, all the while nervous your aunt would direct her attention to the building and begin destroying it, oblivious that you were inside. Though you had a hunch the director wouldn't let Cass pulverize this place until much later on.
Unlike the apartment complexes or other businesses in the cityscape, this place looked like an important location in whatever narrative Vivid Videos had constructed justifying Cass's rampage. The building was certainly eye-catching. Not only did it tower above the others, but it had a glowing, sickly green neon sign at the top labeling the building, "CHEMICAL COMPOUNDIUM CO."
If you were going to get your aunt's attention from anywhere, you knew your best shot would be here. Granted, even if it was the tallest building in the city, it still only came up to Cass's colossal caboose. But you had to do something!
So you stood atop the neon sign, waving your arms and shouting, trying to draw your aunt's attention.
Unfortunately, your frantic movements drew the wrong kind of attention, as in the control room, Steph spied you on one of the monitors. Steph had just been about to offer a suggestion on how Cass could spice up her rampage when she noticed you. A smile formed on her face as she recognized Cass's nephew. A split-second later, the mics in the studio picked up the surprisingly loud sound growl of hungry that came from Cass's exposed stomach.
"Sorry," the model said, blushing. "I was so nervous about today's shoot, I completely forgot to eat breakfast."
Steph, however, was struck with a flash of inspiration.
"Don't worry about it, Cass," Steph said, her voice coming in clear in your aunt's ear through her earpiece. "In fact, I have just the solution for that. There's a scene that was planned for near the end of the rampage, but we can skip ahead. Movies film scenes out of order all the time, after all. Besides your nephew's already in position for his part. Guess he's eager to get started on his role."
"Matt?" Cass asked confused but also a little excited. She'd just assumed he was an extra, she had no idea he'd agreed to a part in the movie. "Where is he?"
"Look over at the Chemical Compoundium sign. See him waving on it?"
"I do!" Cass said giggling, giving you a friendly wave. "Hi, sweetie! You're doing great!"
"Cass, please, stay in character," Steph said. "Now, about this scene. This is going to be the climax of the movie, where our hero, you, finally confronts the main villain, him. I'll feed you your lines and you'll end the scene finally getting your revenge by eating him alive."
"WHAT?!" Cass saw the shocked look on your face at her outburst and turned around so you couldn't see her. Pressing a finger to her earpiece, she talked quietly but her voice still carried over to your spot on the sign. "I can't do that, he's my nephew!"
"Not now he isn't. You're both acting, remember? In this studio, he's no longer your nephew and you're no longer his aunt. You're an innocent woman who's been wronged by Chemical Compoundium, and Matt is the slimy corporate weasel who lured you in with his charms, convinced you to sign up for the company's experimental program, then got you doused in radioactive chemical waste, turned you into a freak and locked you up so the company could experiment on you the rest of your life!"
"But that doesn't sound like Matt at all!"
"That's why it's called acting, Cass," Steph said, trying to hide her mounting annoyance. "It's pretending something that isn't real, is real. Your nephew's not really an evil corporate executive but we're pretending he is. And you're not really a vengeful 500 foot tall titan but we're pretending you are."
"But I... I know you said a lot of models make the leap from modeling to acting, but if I'm being honest, I'm not sure I'm talented enough to pull it off."
Steph was quiet for a second, thinking. "Okay. Let's approach this a different way. A lot of actors fuel their performances by drawing from real life to emulate feeling what their character feels. Given your character's out for revenge, the emotion you need to feel is rage. Has anything happened recently that made you angry?"
"Some things," Cass admitted. "For one, the plumbing at my house was backed up and the plumber didn't show when he promised he would. Not only did I wait for him all day, but then he charged me twice as much as the estimate." As Cass spoke she scowled at the memory. "Then there were some perverts on the beach who kept catcalling me. I just needed one day of peace and quiet to unwind, but no sir, can't have that!" Cass's scowl deepened, her voice growing heated. "Oh, and don't even get me started on this director! Mr. Big Shot, Mr. I-Have-Connections, Mr. Trust-Me-Baby-the-Gig's-as-Good-as-Your's, and then I never hear from him again! Do you have any idea how many shoots I passed up because of his empty promises?!"
"There! That's perfect!" Steph crowed. "Now hold onto that anger and channel it onto Matt!"
Cass had been so excited about Steph's compliments that she'd completely forgotten what the director wanted her to do.
"But still," Cass said, looking nervously over her shoulder so that she was looking right at you. "I don't know if I can go through with eating my own nephew alive."
You heard the words and the strength in your legs gave out. You fell to your knees atop the neon sign. Eat you? They wanted your aunt to eat you?! What kind of maniacs ran this show?!
Looking up at your aunt desperately, you put your hands together as if in prayer and began shaking your head rapidly, screaming as loud as you could, begging your aunt to stick to her conscience and not to go through with this. Unfortunately, Steph saw your display and painted a very different picture.
"Cass, look at him. He's literally begging for it. Look how much effort your nephew's putting into his performance. And not just him, but all the little ones running around that you've already squashed. All of them knew what they were getting into when they signed up for this shoot. Matt even volunteered for this scene specifically because he was afraid you wouldn't be able to go through with eating a tiny you didn't know. If you don't commit... then all these performances, all these crushed tinies, all their pain will be for nothing."
Every single word out of Steph's mouth was a lie, but the director had a surprising gift for acting herself, and as Cass absorbed her words, her face grew resolute.
"Feed me my lines."
You heart plummeted as you heard Cass's words and saw the scowl of anger on her face. You had no idea what the director had said to your aunt to make her this angry, but you'd never seen her look so scary in your life. Before you could even think about getting to your knees and making a run off the sign towards the stairs, your aunt had taken four steps and was now towering over you, arms crossed over her bountiful chest which was only barely concealed by the twin triangles of her golden bikini. Looking up past the swell of her breasts, you saw her looking at you with open contempt.
"Waiting for your helicopter, Mr. Jackson? I'm afraid it's been delayed. But maybe I can give you a lift... straight to hell!"
You screamed as Cass plucked you up between two fingers and raised you to her face. You continued to scream for mercy, but of course your aunt couldn't hear a word with her affected-noise cancelling earpieces in.
"To think I ever cared for someone as pathetic as you. Even when I was at my old height, you were still the size of an insect to me. It's only now that I can see it clearly. I'm almost tempted to thank you for giving me this power--this freedom. But we both know it was an accident on your part. All you ever wanted to do was use me. Cause that's what you are. Someone who chews people up and spits them out. Well don't worry, I'm not like you at all, Jackson... I swallow!"
You let out another scream as your aunt tossed you into her waiting mouth. You'd barely rested on her tongue for a moment when it flicked you on her molars. This time you didn't have a chance to scream as her teeth came down, crushing your fleshy body in a second. She chomped down on you over and over again, like a piece of gum, each bite more slow and painful than the last. Though you had only moments to see between bites, you could see your aunt kept her mouth open. No doubt so the camera would catch every moment of your pain and humiliation.
After several seconds, the director must've gotten enough footage, as Cass's tongue swept over, maneuvering you towards the back of her throat. Still her mouth remained open. You feebly twitched in protest as you slid backwards, but it was no use. Her uvula was right above you now, you fell and were gone with a single--
Gulp.
Cass traced your descent with her finger all the way down her throat and then beyond to her stomach. Embarrassingly, Cass had eaten you multiple times in the past, but before they'd always been accidents. This was the first time she'd ever devoured you on purpose. She was grateful you volunteered to help her with this. She'd never have been able to do this to a stranger. Especially after a disturbing thought crossed her mind as she chewed. Namely, that you tasted really good. She had to concentrate on pretending to be mad so as not to be distracted by your incredible flavor as your "juices" came in contact with her tongue.
Smiling to herself, she licked her lips to get some traces of your remaining flavor, a gurgle in her tummy.
Urp.
"And scene!"
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