Emiru's Tummy Ch5 - Epilogue

Title: Emiru's Tummy

Categories: Original

Characters: You (Male Reader), Emiru

Tags: Shrinking (Micro - 1in), Giantess, Vore, Femdom, Mouth Play, Digestion, Tentacles, Asian-German Girl, Cruel Giantess, Cosplay, Belly Dance, Melting, Mind Breaking

Proof Reader: MyIceBitch

Alternate Titles: Emiru's Snack, Emiru's Special Little Fan, The Contest Winner, Goddess Emiru, Yummy in Emiru's Tummy

Started: 03/06/2024

Finished: 07/07/2024

Patreon: 07/08/2024

Published: 07/08/2024

Chapter 5

Epilogue

Emiru Signing Off

Emiru fell back in her desk chair, the springs whining in protest as the back of the chair fell back to support her diminutive weight. Sweat glistened across her slender, exotic body, and her cheeks were flush with arousal. Breathing heavily, she continued to roughly squeeze her breast and pinch her quivering nipple.

She could feel the morsel of food was long gone, broken down into cells of fat that she languidly directed to her chest. The monitor before her now had faded to black after the mush that had been your tiny head was broken down, and now only showed a close-up of her toned stomach, sweaty and smiling back at the camera, as innocent as any other perfect girl's tummy, shifting with every laboured breath she took.

Even after your demise and sacrifice, euphoric waves crashed through Emiru's body, like the tide consumes the shore. The memory of your pitiful squirms tickling every cell in her body and the divine power she felt breaking you down still pumped through her veins. Emiru felt like a goddess of pleasure and euphoria.

Her toes curled tightly as her legs trembled with another orgasmic wave. Her desk chair was long since ruined as it drank her pussy's juices as it oozed through her bikini bottoms.

She felt so powerful and beautiful, like a goddess in human form. After a life of being looked down on and being short, the time spent as a towering giantess had enriched her mind and ignited her passion. On the other monitor, her spent, pleasure-drunk face shone with a healthy radiance.

Who would think such a tiny snack would feel so fucking good?

Her eyes shifted to stare at her breasts on the screen. Each breath causing her tits to strain weakly against the fabric. After several long moments of panting and staring, it clicked into place what she was looking at. She couldn't see any difference in her chest size, her bikini top didn't feel any tighter since she'd put it on, and her love pillows, as certain viewers put it in their comments, remained their cute, perfectly shaped C-cups.

A delicate frown creased her face. If she closed her eyes and thought about it, she could vaguely feel your presence in her boobs, but it was like trying to find a pin in a stack of needles. You were just a small collection of fat cells that had been absorbed into the fleshy orbs.

She guessed it made a little sense, it was like expecting a crumb to add an entire new layer to a sandwich. At least you had felt good feeding her, even if you failed to serve the desired purpose of adding to her sensual curves.

However, that did mean one thing.

Emiru's frown grew into a sadistic smirk, every inch lined with erotic malice.

She would just need to eat more of her special fans. Perhaps she'd host another contest? Or go to Comicon, no doubt there were more than a few people there who would jump at the chance to spend a day with their favourite Cosplayer Streamer, the beautiful Emiru.

Her slender pink tongue poked its way out of her mouth and proceeded to drag itself across her lips at the mere memory of your delicious flavour and ... erotic aftertaste.

Emiru lifted her eyes to make eye contact with the camera built into her monitor, still recording for her private collection.

"It looks like my little snack wasn't enough to add anything noticeable to my widdle titties," Emiru said cutely, pouting her lips as she put on a cutesy voice, her hands rising to palm her breasts for emphasis. "I guess I'll just have a few more nummy yummy fans," she continued, her pussy quivering in anticipation.

After all, she did love her fans, and what better way to show her love for them than to make them a part of her body, then they could be with her forever and join her for every stream, every cosplay, and every convention. She would carry them all with her, and they'll all look lovely as parts of her sexy tits.

"And I'll never forget any of them," Emiru said, her hand falling to rub a small circle over her tummy. Just like I'll never forget you, my tiny, little morsel. You were delicious," she continued, eyeing her flat tummy even though she knew that all that was left of you was located in her chest, not her toned tummy.

She was already salivating at the prospect of more tiny fans to send down the way of her gullet. But, before that, there was something she needed to do. Emiru wheeled to her desk and stopped the recording.

Rising from her desk chair, she stretched her stiff limbs over her head, relishing the soft popping cracks she heard--not noticing the visible, dark wet patch staining the seat. With another click, the monitors went to sleep. She didn't want any distractions, so turning, she made her way to her bed.

Her pussy was burning for her loving touch, and every step was only a fresh reminder that she needed to release the tension that had built up in her body since she shrunk you down to the yummy snack you were always meant to be.

After all, you'd always wanted to get your idol hot and bothered, and you had succeeded. The hungry goddess had granted you your deepest wish without ever knowing it.

Her bed springs screamed as she threw herself onto the bed, lightly bouncing, a hand dipping into the crotch of her panties, coating her fingers in her warm, sticky juices as she set about the task of finishing what you'd started.

Will you enter her next ... competition?

You yummy widdle snack

You would look so much better as my titty fat ;)