You Tasty Thing

(Gift for Just-a-little-vore)

Caramel slowly peeked around a corner, nervously holding her long braided ponytail in her hands.  Her hair would have dragged on the ground if it weren't so intricately braided by the girl.  She needed to be cautious; being 8 inches tall made everything dangerous.  Caramel had the young womanly figure of an 18 year old, but was cursed with being a miniscule height in a vast world inhabited by normal people, giants compared to her.  She was forced to live the life of a rodent, hiding in the walls of a home,  and scavenging on the scraps left over from the woman who lived there.  Caramel had seen her before, though never up close. All Caramel could tell was that the girl had black hair, was very pretty, and might be extremely dangerous.

Caramel's life wasn't terrible. There was always enough food lying around, though with all the scampering and climbing around she did, she stayed very thin. She was incredibly resourceful, being able to furnish her home with little scraps of metal, plastic, and wood that she found around the Gina's home, that she lived comfortably. She was also able to make simple clothing for herself from scraps of cloth and ribbon she found rarely around the house. This's as the reason for her expedition. Her current outfit was a dirty, brown rag held to her body by a piece of twine. It was falling apart, and despite never being seen, Caramel was adamant about her modesty.

She used the shadows of the darkened home to travel, being sure to plan out her next move to avoid being discovered. Looking out into the darkened room, she noticed a scrap of cloth big enough to craft a simple dress from under a gargantuan couch.  Caramel smiled excitedly, and after a few minutes of mental preparation, darted straight across the floor and dove under the couch.  She crawled over and grabbed the soft, dusty fabric, holding it close. “This is great,” she thought aloud, “I’ll be able to look nice again.” She looked down at herself and frowned.  The dirty rag she was wearing was just a depressing reminder of the reality of her situation. “It’ll be nice to look pretty again.” She thought.  She folded the cloth up and began preparing to go back to her hole-in-the-wall.  With that heavy piece of cloth, it would be harder to run quickly, but it was late, and the owner of the house was undoubtedly asleep. She began sneaking back to her home, being sure to stay hidden the whole time.

On her way back, her belly growled. “Oh,” she said bushing, even though there was nobody to be embarrassed in front of. “I was so focused, I forgot to eat.” She looked around and hid her cloth, then quickly made her way toward the kitchen and immediately began climbing up a table leg.  Years of practice have enabled her to swiftly climb objects with minimal to no handholds.  She learned that she would either have to climb or starve, and she chose to climb.  She reached the top and was greeted with a massive bowl of grapes, each grape about the size of her head. Caramel squealed in delight, rushing over and plucking a juicy delight from the bunch. Just as she was about to dig in, she heard a sound that made her heart sink. Footsteps, loud ones, coming towards the kitchen. In a moment of panic, Caramel quickly dove for the closest hiding spot she could find: the bowl full of grapes.  She quickly covered herself as best as she could and stayed perfectly still, buried under the heavy fruit, trying her best not to cry in panic.

Gianni walked down the stairs into the kitchen.  Her belly growled. “Oooh,” she moaned sleepily, “I’m so hungry. I need a midnight snack.” She got to the kitchen and flicked on the light. It was too bright for her sleepy eyes, and she momentarily recoiled. When she opened her eyes, she looked over at the clock on the microwave. 2:30 blinked in green. “Ugh,” she said to herself, “Just a little snack.” She rifled through the fridge for a while, but nothing struck her.  She turned and saw the bowl on the counter, and her eyes got wide with joy. “Grapes!” She exclaimed, her mouth watering.
Caramel began to panic. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. She opened her eyes just in time to see two large fingers pluck a grape from the bunch and bring it away. She started crying silently.

Gianni brought the delicious grape to her lips.  She parted them slightly and drew the grape between them with her tongue. She chewed, savoring the juicy sweetness. “Mmmm,” she moaned,” that’s delicious.” She reached toward the bowl but her hand froze. In the bowl, coming out from under the grapes, there appeared to be a tiny pony tail, as if belonging to a miniature girl. Confused, she reached for the ponytail and gripped it between her forefinger and thumb, and pulled gently. “Ow!” she heard from the bowl. The voice definitely belonged to a girl. Curious, she pulled again, until it seemed to come loose from the pile of grapes. On the end of the ponytail was a tiny girl, roughly 8 inches in length. Gianni was shocked.

Caramel found herself lifted into the air by her ponytail. She closed her eyes tightly hoping it would somehow end, but it didn’t.  She heard the woman speak. “Woah,” she said. “A tiny person.” Caramel was only able to squeak out one word, “No!”
Gianni was fascinated with the tiny girl. Not only was she shocked that such a delicate creature could exist and survive in her own home, but also because it also awakened in her a desire that only existed in her deepest, most private fantasies.  A desire that she never thought she could fill. She was going to swallow this girl whole. Gianni drooled a little at the thought of her body squirming down her throat and landing in her belly. “What’s your name, sweetie?” she asked. “C-Caramel.” She squeaked out, keeping her eyes closed. Gianni giggled. “Let’s see if your name is fitting. First let’s get this off…” Gianni quickly removed the dirty clothing that Caramel was wearing, causing her to squeal with embarrassment and flush bright read.  Caramel quickly covered what she could with her arms. Gianni smirked and gave the girl a nice lick with her moist tongue all the way up her body, covering the sobbing girl in sticky saliva. “Mmmmm.” Gianni moaned in delight. The taste was fantastic. “Sorry Caramel, but you’re about to go on a one-way trip to my belly.” Her comment was punctuated by a loud grumbling from her stomach. “N-no!” Caramel screamed, flailing her legs. Gianni lifted the flailing girl into the air, and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Caramel looked down into the dark, cavernous pit below her and let out a shriek.  Gianni’s lips closed around the girl’s feet and she began sucking Caramel through them slowly, thoroughly coating the girl’s body with saliva with her tongue. The whole time she hummed with pleasure, while Caramel cried with fear.  Slowly, caramel disappeared between Gianni’s lips. All that was left was her long ponytail, which Gianni slurped up before sending the doomed girl down to her demise. She gulped loudly one last time and a large lump traveled down her throat and disappeared behind her breasts. Gianni leaned back with a great sigh. She could hear her stomach churning and growling and she could actually feel the poor girl kicking and punching from inside her. It felt strangely good, and Gianni let out a cute burp, followed by a giggle.
It was dark for Caramel.  She was surrounded by deafening noises, and slimy goo falling from the ceiling. The soft floor kept shifting and tumbling her around. She screamed in terror as the liquid began to burn her skin.

Caramel woke up with a jolt, gasping for air. She was in bed, and sweating profusely. “Did I have a nightmare?” She thought to herself. She couldn't even remember what she was dreaming about. “Probably nothing.” She thought, and got out of bed wondering how on earth she had lost her outfit overnight.