“Im feeling hungry, today. Who would like to be eaten?” Her bare breasts sway with the turn of her shoulders as she lifts one of the houses from the floor – peering through its window at the prize inside. She sees one of her more loyal tinies – one that she would feel too guilty devouring on a sudden whim. “How do you feel between my legs?” She asks, gently squeezing the entire home between her thighs. Anna panics, realizing that even this small pressure was enough to cave the walls of the home in, slightly. “Dont worry... Ill fix it.” She says, trying -and failing- to mold the house into its previous form. “Or maybe not... Im sorry to destroy your house, little guy.” The house, with its new alterations is placed back on the floor.

“I dont know... who will be my dinner today.” Anna says, perusing her options, looking hungrily through the windows of all the tiny homes.

She rips open a roof, shaking the house – looking inside as the tiny prisoners fly from wall to wall with her casual action. “Its dinner timeeee!” she says, lying on her back – she tilts the house over and allows some tinies to spill into her mouth. When some miss, she picks them from the floor to gobble them up – swallowing audibly. “That was amazing.”

With the residence now vacant, she offers it to her other tinies. When no one accepts the offer, she destroys the house under her bare feet – stepping on it over and over again – scrunching its twisted remains between her glossy pink pedicured toes as its previous occupants slowly digest inside her. She kicks the unusable remains of the house to the corner of the room with a laugh, before going to bed “ahaha.”

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