I SHRUNK MY BOYFRIEND AND ATE HIM IN A BURRITO 21 minute AUDIO GIANTESS
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I SHRUNK MY BOYFRIEND AND ATE HIM IN A BURRITO 21 minute AUDIO GIANTESS
GIANTESS BRIANNA KELLY@briannakelly
You never stop talking, do you? Sitting there at lunch, going on and on about things I don’t care about, acting like you’re the most important man in the room. I was tired of it. Tired of you. So I pulled out my little silver spray, watched you laugh it off — until your voice cracked, your clothes sagged, and you realized too late that you were shrinking right in front of me.
By the time you tumbled out of your clothes, you were no bigger than a bug. Perfect for what I had in mind. I laid out the warm tortilla, layered on beans, meat, cheese, salsa… and pressed you right in the center. You squirmed as the fillings clung to you, soaking your skin with heat and spice. Then I folded the tortilla over you, tucking you tight in darkness.
You felt every shift as I raised you toward my lips. My warm breath seeped through the tortilla. My voice rolled around you like thunder. I teased you, biting at the edges, chewing away the burrito little by little, each bite collapsing the world around you until finally… you were next. My teeth closed in, my tongue found you, and you felt yourself crushed between bread and meat as I chewed you slowly, deliberately.
But that was only the beginning. You slid down my throat, helpless, into the churning heat of my stomach. My body squeezed you, broke you down piece by piece, until you were unrecognizable. Hours later, the last of you traveled deeper, through the winding tunnels of my body, stripped of any trace of who you once were.
And when I finally sat on the toilet and flushed away what was left, I didn’t even think twice. You were gone. Forgotten. Nothing but a meal I enjoyed… and the peace of knowing I’ll never have to hear your voice again.
You never stop talking, do you? Sitting there at lunch, going on and on about things I don’t care about, acting like you’re the most important man in the room. I was tired of it. Tired of you. So I pulled out my little silver spray, watched you laugh it off — until your voice cracked, your clothes sagged, and you realized too late that you were shrinking right in front of me.
By the time you tumbled out of your clothes, you were no bigger than a bug. Perfect for what I had in mind. I laid out the warm tortilla, layered on beans, meat, cheese, salsa… and pressed you right in the center. You squirmed as the fillings clung to you, soaking your skin with heat and spice. Then I folded the tortilla over you, tucking you tight in darkness.
You felt every shift as I raised you toward my lips. My warm breath seeped through the tortilla. My voice rolled around you like thunder. I teased you, biting at the edges, chewing away the burrito little by little, each bite collapsing the world around you until finally… you were next. My teeth closed in, my tongue found you, and you felt yourself crushed between bread and meat as I chewed you slowly, deliberately.
But that was only the beginning. You slid down my throat, helpless, into the churning heat of my stomach. My body squeezed you, broke you down piece by piece, until you were unrecognizable. Hours later, the last of you traveled deeper, through the winding tunnels of my body, stripped of any trace of who you once were.
And when I finally sat on the toilet and flushed away what was left, I didn’t even think twice. You were gone. Forgotten. Nothing but a meal I enjoyed… and the peace of knowing I’ll never have to hear your voice again.