Kourtney: A Fictional Narrative

Kourtney grinned when she spotted the tiny man in the corner of her room.
“Another tiny? That’s the 3rd one this week,” she laughed, “you’d think they would stop coming in here after what happened to the last guys.”
The tiny bolted for the safety of a crack in the wall a couple inches away, but it may as well have been a quarter mile. The giant girl’s finger shot out and blocked the poor guy’s escape route. The wind from her hand knocked him flat on his tiny butt.
The tiny’s gaze passed beyond the humongous finger, up the arm that had to be at least 300 feet long, to the enormous lips that were spread into a smile that chilled the little man to the core. Even her smallest tooth was the size of a huge boulder in comparison to him. The sun glinted off the shiny metal braces that stretched across

her smile, they just made her mouth look even more dangerous than ever.
The tiny had good reason to be terrified, the young giantess had extinguished the lives of many tinies by what she called “play.” They called it cruel and inhumane torture, but what did that matter to Kourtney? She didn’t even acknowledge them as human, just tiny bugs that she could play with for a little while before growing bored and disposing of them by squishing, smashing, gulping, crunching, flushing, or even feeding them to a hungry bullfrog she found in the backyard one day.
She was particularly excited for this tiny because of her most recent sadistic game.
“Come here lil’ guy, I’ll take care of you” she cooed in her most deceptively sweet voice.
The tiny guy almost started to relax, maybe she wasn’t as horrible as the stories he had heard. He clambered back to his feet, but was still too scared to take a step. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway as he was pinched between a massive finger and thumb and whisked through the air so quickly his ears popped.
The giant hand dropped him onto a huge flat surface which must have been her desk. She grabbed a scrap of thread that had unraveled from one of her old socks and quickly tied a knot around the man’s tiny wrists. She lifted him by the thread and dangled him in front of her face. He kicked and struggled against the restraints, but it was useless, there was no way that he could break out.
She giggled at the tiny man flailing around in the air and said, “I’ve got a special place for you little guy.”
Her mouth opened wider than he could have imagined and she brought him so close to her teeth that he was practically inside her mouth. He could see the saliva glistening on her teeth and forming a pool in the dips of her mammoth tongue. Beyond her tongue he could see where the throat began and her huge uvula looming over a dark tunnel to certain death. Her mouth pulsed as a hot wave of morning breath blew past him. It would have been bad to a normal sized person, but to the tiny it was awful, he gagged so hard he thought he would pass out.
While he was focused on maintaining consciousness, she had wrapped the free end of the thread around the wire of her braces and left the tiny dangling next to the most massive tooth he had ever see in his life. She shook her head back and forth a couple times just to make sure he was secure; his miniscule body crashed into her teeth with the force of a wrecking ball and left him bruised from the impact.
She walked over to her mirror so she could see the little man dangling helplessly in her mouth, she thought it was so funny that she burst out laughing at the sight of him. Kourtney had always had a loud, ringing laugh which was a joy to hear, but for a tiny man, it sounded like a bomb had gone off right next to his head, for a moment he could hear nothing but a shrill ringing and was sure that his hearing had been completely obliterated. Luckily he was wrong and it came back just in time for him to hear her speaking to him.
“It should be a couple hours before that thread breaks off, that should be plenty of time for some fun…”
Her huge lips slid shut around him, their weight crushed him against the giant tooth which was right beside him. But that was nothing compared to the girl’s tongue. It just wouldn’t leave him alone, she would press the tip of it up against him and then move him back and forth across her lips, then it would flick him back and forth as she absent-mindedly played with her new toy like someone would continually pick at a popcorn kernel or a bit of food that was stuck between their teeth. But that’s really all the little guy was now, just a bit of food between her teeth. The thread would surely break soon and he wasn’t even sure that she would realize it whenever he did come loose.
He was flooded with light as her lips parted, he could see a huge tidal wave crashing over him as she took a sip from her water bottle. She must have been thirsty as what seemed like thousands of gallons of water flooded past his tiny form. He was pulled and tossed in all directions, but the little thread still held tight.
She capped her water bottle and he could hear a faint gurgle in the back of her throat as her stomach welcomed the refreshing drink. He was sure that it would be welcoming him soon, but that wasn’t something that he liked to think about. He was once again deafened as a small burp slipped through her mouth. He was again hit by a wave of warm air, but this time it smelled much more acidic and burned his tiny eyes.
There was yet another growling noise which vibrated his body, but this wasn’t coming from her mouth. It was coming from much deeper inside the girl’s body. It had to be coming from her stomach. She held her belly as the hunger pain passed through her body.
“Ok little guys, we’ve had fun, but it’s time for a snack, I think that you’ll do nicely as an appetizer.”
His heart raced at the sound of those words since he knew that there was no escape for him now. He was enveloped by a hot slimy tongue yet again, but this time she was sucking on him hard.
“She’s trying to break the thread with her tongue!” the little man freaked out and flailed wildly in a vain attempt to escape, but it was useless.
The pressure pulling him downward stretched his tiny body to its breaking point as he heard some popping and stretching noises coming from the thread; his lifesaver, the only thing that was keeping him from being gulped down like a speck of food. The suction kept growing as he was being squeezed between the huge tongue and the massive teeth, he was sure that he couldn’t handle a moment more when there was a final snap from the thread above him and his hands were ripped free from the wire which had been holding him captive for hours.
Kourtney balanced the tiny in the middle of her tongue and swished him around her mouth, pressed him against the roof of her mouth, and slid him between her monolithic teeth.

If he had been scared before, now he was absolutely terrified.
Another rumble emanated from the blackness of the throat as the empty stomach again reminded Kourtney that it was time for dinner.
“Well little guy, it’s been fun,” she said with a smile as she gathered a pool of saliva in the middle of her tongue in preparation to swallow.
The little guy was splashed on all sides and landed in a puddle of slime that was higher than his head. He saw her lips close for the final time as he was plunged into the pitch black of her mouth. He could feel the pull of her throat that was ready to receive him. In one quick motion, he was thrown into the air as her tongue slammed him against the roof of her mouth. He stayed there only a moment as it was quickly followed by a decisive “gulp.” He tried to hold on, but he was so completely covered by her slime that he couldn’t grip anything. Her body took over and swept him away down the back of her throat where he was pulled deep inside the giant girl’s

body.
That was it. There was no longer any hope of escape. Her body knew exactly how to handle small morsels of food like him. He landed in a cavernous stomach in a pool of toxic acid which immediately burned his feet and arms. The last sounds this tiny ever made were screams of pain which were never heard over the rumble of the young girl’s stomach.