The Aroma of a Tiny Trespasser
Miss Whitney Morgan's eyes scanned her social media feed, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She paused for a moment, her phone still clutched in her hand, and sniffed the air. A peculiar scent filled her nostrils, a scent she couldn't quite place but it seemed to be coming from somewhere close by. She glanced around the room, her gaze landing on a pair of her sandals. Curiosity getting the better of her, she set her phone down and crawled towards the shoes. As she peered under them, her heart skipped a beat. There he was, a tiny, little trespasser hiding from sight. Her brow furrowed in amusement as she reached out to pick him up. The tiny figure trembled in her grip, his eyes wide with fear. But it was too late, she had already found him. Gently holding him between her thumb and forefinger, Miss Whitney Morgan studied every inch of him. His tiny, fragile body shivering under her gaze. And then, she sniffed. Deeply, inhaling his every scent. A small moan escaped her lips as she savored the aroma of her tiny snack. She couldn't resist, she had to taste him. Slowly, she lowered her mouth towards him, her warm, wet tongue darting out to lick him clean. Her tongue lapped at his skin, tasting every inch of him. With a satisfied smile, she raised him up to her mouth, his tiny body dangling in the air. The anticipation was killing him, she could see it in his eyes. Just when he thought it was all over, she pulled him back, teasing him mercilessly. But there was no escape, she was relentless. With one swift movement, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed him whole. The feeling of her warm, wet tongue brushing against his skin was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He felt himself being pushed down her throat, the sensation of her skin against his own was almost too much to bear. But as he slid down her throat, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort. It was as if he belonged there, nestled in the warmth of her belly. And just like that, he disappeared from sight, leaving nothing but a trail of drool in his wake. Miss Whitney Morgan sat back, her full belly stretched tight against her skin. She couldn't help but smile, knowing that there were bound to be more tiny trespassers out there, just waiting to be discovered. Suddenly, she felt a strange tingling sensation in her throat. Was it possible that he was still alive? Her heart raced with excitement as she realized what she had to do. Grabbing her phone, she quickly searched for more tiny snacks, her fingers dancing across the screen. The hunt was on, and she couldn't wait to feel that tingling sensation again. Includes: Giantess, Unaware Giantess, Giantess Vore, Custom, Licking, Smelling, Mouth Fetish, Tongue Fetish, Sniffing, Tinyman, Tiny POV, Belly Fetish, Throat Fetish, Blonde, Tattoos, GTS, Eating.
