Warning: This story contains vore. That means people getting eaten. Also some nightmare fuel. Also it may not seem like it at first, but this definitely does contain MC.
Their teachers had warned them. They should have listened. But these four poor little witch girls decided to ignore all of the warnings and fly their little brooms up the mountain, to explore the Giant's castle. They scouted the area before entering, to make sure that the Giant was gone, and they thought it was safe. Indeed, the castle was vacant when they arrived, and it would be a few hours before the frightening Giant came back home.
But what they didn't expect was that the seemingly ordinary throw rug, covering a large portion of the Giant's bedroom, was actually a clever trap. The moment the four little girls touched the rug, they stuck to it, like flies to flypaper. They struggled and struggled, but they just couldn't move. Even their amateur magic was no good. No amount of tiny flames or sparks of lightning could free them from their sticky prison.
After some time passed, the Giant came home. They had expected it to be a large ogreish male with hairy feet, carrying a large club. Something of that nature, surely. But no, what stood far, far above them was a naked woman, and a beautiful one at that. She looked just like an adult human, only many times their size. To her, the four girls were the size of a large insect, like a cockroach. She could easily squash them under her giant feet if she wanted to. But she didn't - no, she had much better plans for these four little girls.
They cried and screamed as she plucked them from the rug. It didn't hurt them, nor did it leave any sticky residue on their bodies. She carried the lot of them in her hand, so high that they would surely die if they fell from her palm to the castle floor below. They cowered together in her palm, terrified of where she may be taking them, but equally as terrified of falling.
She gently dropped the group of little witches into a small cage and locked it tight. They begged and pleaded to be set free - that they would go home and never, ever bother the Giant again. But she didn't pay them any mind. She was far too busy putting together a little mixture, using a number of potions and herbs sitting upon a table. She mixed and mixed it, until finally the result was a golden liquid, much like honey. She poured this liquid into a small bowl, and stirred it a little more, then placed both the bowl and the cage containing the girls in front of her on the table.
She reached into the cage and pulled out one of the girls. Gently, knowing that she would break their bones if she squeezed even the slightest bit. She held her by the waist, using only two fingers, as the little girl's arms and legs dangled below. She stripped the girl carefully, dropping her clothes onto the table wherever they may fall. The little girl cried and screamed - she knew what was next. The Giant was going to eat her. She played with the little girl in her hand, poking and prodding her, dangling her by one arm or leg carefully with two fingers. The little girl's tiny tears fell in a waterfall. She was more terrified than she had ever been in her life, and she knew that her life was going to end in only a few seconds.
The little girl pleaded with the Giant. "Please don't eat me!" she screamed. "I don't want to die!" she cried. But the Giant just smiled at her, in an almost loving way. And then, the Giant slowly moved the little girl over the bowl of honey-like liquid, dangling her by her leg ever so slightly over it, enough that her long hair was beginning to dip into the thick golden mixture.
And then the descent became quicker, and she let out a sharp scream of "Nooooo!" just before being fulled submerged in the liquid. Slowly being pushed down, head-first into the goo. At first she struggled, but then she stopped, floating helplessly in the honey. The Giant stirred her around for a moment with one of her long fingers, and then picked her up by her waist again, drawing her out of the liquid.
The little witch's friends looked on in horror. They thought she must have just drowned her in the liquid. They watched their friend hang lifelessly between the Giant's fingers, covered in golden slime, slowly dripping from her tiny body down into the bowl below.
The Giant raised the little girl to eye level and simply stared at her, with that same loving grin she had before. A few moments later, the little girl raised her head, very, very slowly.
But on her face was not an image of fear or anguish. No, she wore a great big smile - a look of pure happiness and anticipation. Her eyes were as wide as her smile. She started to giggle. A happy, playful giggle. And then, she said the most horrifying words that her friends could have ever imagined.
"Please eat me."
She stretched out her arms, reaching for the Giant's mouth. She responded by giving the little girl a playful lick with her enormous tongue. The little girl giggled more - she pleaded more and more - "Eat me! Eat me!", she chanted with glee.
Her friends looked on in horror. They couldn't understand what they were seeing. Did her mind finally snap? Did the near-drowning cause her to become mentally impaired? No, it was nothing like that. This honey-like liquid was a careful mixture, designed to make anything dipped inside it want nothing more than to be devoured alive. To the honey-covered witch, her only remaining goal in life, the one thing that would make her happier than anything else, the one thing that would complete her existence... was to be devoured by this Giant.
She playfully kicked and flailed in the Giant's fingers, begging harder than she had ever begged for anything in her entire life for this Giant to eat her. The Giant responded by opening her mouth wide and moving the little girl close to her lips. Her anticipation grew even more, and it was clear that she was practically on the verge of orgasm from the sheer excitement of being eaten.
The Giant pulled her closer, and dipped her legs into her mouth. The little girl's eyes rolled back in her head as her butt slipped down past the Giant's lips. She collapsed onto the Giant's tongue and tried to crawl her way down her throat. But she was denied that perfect pleasure, as the Giant stuck her tongue out.
"No! I need to be eaten!" cried the little girl, as she tried to crawl back into the Giant's mouth, but the Giant plucked her back out between her fingers and held her out at arm's length, placing her above the cage where the other three little witches were imprisoned. The honey dripped down into the cage from her sticky, golden body. They cried and screamed and begged the Giant to release them, to release their friend from her spell, but she completely ignored them.
Then the honey-covered witch said the last thing she would ever say, as she waved happily at her friends.
"See you in the Giant's tummy, everyone!", with a happy giggle.
And with that, the giant tilted her head back, raised the little girl over her mouth, and dropped her down her throat whole.
The giant took a deep swallow, and without skipping a beat, grabbed the next little girl, stripped her nude and dipped her into the honey mixture, with the same results. Another blissfully happy girl who wanted nothing more in the world than to be eaten.
And then after she finished her second snack, the Giant moved onto the third, with the same results as before. But when she went to pick up the fourth, she noticed her cowering in the corner of the cage, trembling. She poked at her with her long finger, only for the little girl to fall over backwards. Her hands and face were covered with the honey that had dripped into the cage from before. Her face was one of pure terror and shock, and was muttering under her breath - "I need to be eaten. I need to be eaten.". She had only tasted a few droplets of the honey, and a full dip of several seconds was needed to get the full effects. She had intended to force it upon herself, a last decision, if you will, before she was turned into a gleeful meal, but it left her in a halfway-brainwashed state, full of internal conflict and confusion.
The little witch rolled around on the cage floor, muttering her desires to be the Giant's next meal, but yet still fighting with herself. She tore off her own clothes and continued to roll around in a panic. The Giant almost felt sorry for her, at this point. She scooped up the naked little witch in her palm and held her at mouth level. She stuck out her tongue, forming a bridge between her hand and her lips.
For a few moments, the little girl shivered in panic, but then slowly began to crawl across her moist tongue. As she got closer and closer to the inside of the Giant's mouth, her face turned to one more of glee, and her crawling became faster, until finally she reached a point that she could no longer hold on, and slid down the long tube of the Giant's throat, giggling with glee.
