Performance Review Lunch
As the giantess glanced down at her desk, she couldn't help but feel a wave of dissatisfaction wash over her. Three tiny figures stood before her, their expressions a mix of fear and anticipation as they awaited their Performance Review Lunch. Sms Studios had never seen such an underwhelming bunch, and it was clear they needed to be taught a lesson.
With a menacing smile, the giantess rose from her chair, towering over the tiny trio. Her stomach growled loudly, almost drowning out their trembling voices. She stepped closer, her gaze boring into their terrified eyes. Without warning, she scooped up one of the tiny figures and held it before her mouth.
"I think I know just what you deserve," she purred, her voice echoing in the empty studio. With a quick motion, she opened her mouth wide, revealing a cavernous black void. The tiny figure's eyes went wide with horror as it was engulfed by the darkness. The giantess savored the feeling of its tiny body sliding down her throat, the salty taste of fear mingling with her saliva.
As she swallowed, she turned her attention to the remaining two figures. They trembled in unison, their eyes fixed on the giantess's massive form. She could see the fear etched into every inch of their tiny beings, and it only served to fuel her hunger.
"Pathetic," she muttered under her breath, reaching down to grab another tiny figure. This time, she took her time, savoring every moment of their terror. Their cries of despair were music to her ears as they were devoured one by one.
By the time she was finished, only the empty shells of the tiny figures remained. With a satisfied sigh, the giantess licked her lips, the taste of power and dominance lingering on her tongue. She gazed out over the now-empty studio, contemplating her next move.
It was clear that these three weren't the only ones who needed a lesson. The entire world of Sms Studios was in need of correction, and the giantess was just the woman for the job.
