Author's note: Writing it using "You" instead of "I" started to give me a massive headache. At least It's finally first person like originally planned.

"I'm feeling peckish today", said the giantess as she walked towards me, towering over my cage like an absolute authority figure. I looked at her devious eyes, glanced at her sinister smirk and shuddered. It had been a horrible week for me. She stripped me of my freedom, dignity, pride; and only left me as a shallow husk of my former self.

"What's wrong? Not going to fight back today?" She questions, poking the iron bars. The anxiety gets the better of me as I looked away, glancing towards the ground. "Pitiful". She took the key and opened my cage. I instantly scattered towards the back to hide in whatever shadows could conceal me. Her giant hand comes after me like a predator hunting it's prey. I dodged out of her first strike, rolling to my side; and could see her be visibly irritated.

"Get over here, you little bastard!" She spurred, striking me with more prejudice. Running around the cage, I managed to dodge her advances. This continued until I could slowly feel myself wearing out, and soon I collapse; exhausted.

"Took you long enough." She grabbed me like a tv remote, holding me firmly in her palm. I looked up at her and see her for what she is. Light, brown curls, beige milk white skin; and hazel colored eyes. She looks at me intrigued, smirking, and licked her lips. I cringed, shaking in her hands; and she only giggled at my despair.

"Relax, I'm not going to eat you. At least not yet anyways." She raised me to the air, pumping her fist in the air with a thrust. I felt turbulence in the wind, and gravity working against me as I was suddenly placed in the air. The air in my lungs dissipated, and the blood rushed to my head; my heart beat increased bit by bit in shock. The giantess only smiled, watching me struggle. Holding me tightly, she walked over to a door; opened it using her key ring and stepped inside. I could see just barely others like me. Tiny, mice boys trapped in her dungeon. Each of them starved, tired; and desperate for release. Most weren't bound in chains but put together in overcrowded containers.

I looked up to see the giantess cat girl in thought. She looked up to the air, hand to her chin and glared into space. Her grip on me loosened, giving me just a bit room to breath. She sat me down on top of the container, and looked at me. It's the look that a child would give a broken toy. Bored and uncaring. Hmm, I heard the whisper of her voice and saw her look around. She put a hand to her heart, and then scratched her stomach.

Growl,- It was the noise of her belly that made all of us stiffen in terror. None of us dared to make a sound, fearing to draw attention to ourselves. She put her fingers on the tubby and typed them rhythmically. Tap, Tap, , Tap, , Tap, Tap. I felt my own body wince for every tap. With each tap, she looks at me; not with malice, but with curiosity. She had a thought process that really made her terrifying. She wanted to get under my skin, find out what scares me, and exploit that for all she could muster.

Growl, The whine of her stomach again made her alert, and she looked like an idea had just popped into her head.

"I got it," She said in her eureka moment. She walked over to the nearest tubby, and the mouse boys inside panicked. They scattered in fear, desperately trying not to be the one she picked. There was an array of squeaks, with mice running into each other. Opening the tubby, she grasped the nearest one she could find. He was an older one, black hair, small ears, a little muscle; but that wouldn't do him any good.

"Nooooo! It's not my time." He cried, "Let me go." This plea may have reached the giant girl if only she could understand him. The language barrier between catgirls and mouse boys was too dense. The mice could understand the cats, but it didn't work vice-versa.

"Looks like we have a lucky winner." She smiled at the terrified boy. He trembled in her hand, and I could only back further away from her. This was true fear, the powerlessness one would feel in the face of true danger. Compared to her, the mouse boy was battery sized. Tiny and insignificant. She pulled him closer to her, her pink lips kissed him; and she opened her mouth making the boy scream.

"NOO, why me." He cried, tears ran down his face. This was the fate of the mouse boys trapped with her, in this world. Destined to be entertainment, play things, or even food if she willed it. She dangled him over her open mouth; and the only thing the boy could see was pink walls, trails of saliva covering it like mucus, and a dark pink abyss past her uvula. She proceeded to lift him up a little, closing her mouth just a bit' and could see the boy calm down for a split second. The boy thought for a second, Just a second, that he might have been saved. His tears stopped flowing, and he started to smile. That was the last mistake he would ever make.

With lightning speed, she shoved him in her mouth feet first. Instantly, he screamed out to his fellow mouse boys who only looked at him with despair and relief that it was not them. He could feel himself be covered with saliva, how her tongue was covering every crevice of his body; tasting the saltiness of his skin.

"Yum," she savored the taste of him; and tossed him around in her mouth. Inside, he thrashed violently, desperately trying to crawl out but kept slipping because of his saliva covered hands. She swallowed a little, and he screamed. He felt his legs slip further and further down her esophagus; until only his upper body remained. He saw the faint light of the outside; and looked at his fellow captives one last time and glanced down at his doom below.

"I don't want to die."He muttered, as we both locked eyes, and all I could do is stare in disbelief. My blood ran cold at the sight of him. Looking at his eyes, I saw what fear truly meant. I wanted to scream, go out and rescue him from his torment; but I only stood there silent. There was absolutely nothing I could do. The cat girl's smile widened, as her body shook with a little dance.

"Somebody, help me, ple-" She swallowed, not even giving the victim a chance to finish. Everyone just stared at the large bulge faintly resembling one of their own going down her throat and cried silently. She let out a sigh of relief, opened her mouth, and gave everyone a look at her empty jaws.

"Man, that was tasty." She said, tracing the bulge down to her stomach, "UUURP". She let out a loud belch, and rubbed her stomach gently.

"He was delish." She said as she stretched, pulling her arms out, lifting her shirt. Her shirt rose up, bit by bit, until I could see the inner navel of her vanilla Latte colored belly. I had a look of anguish, but also attentiveness . An arousal at the thought of what was going on inside her belly. What could that poor soul be feeling right now? Now, His fate was entirely up to her. She looked at me staring at her and smiled smugly.

"What's the matter? Are you jealous?" She egged me on, "Did you want to be the one inside me? I have room for more you know." She teased me, making a circle around her belly. I look at her unsure of what to do, and she moves into action.

"Ok fine," She said with sass. She grabbed me, and I tensed. She walked towards the door, opened it; leaving the fellow captives imprisoned. I took one last look at the hundreds of horrified eyes staring back at me, and pray as she closes the door behind her. Walking through her house, she goes upstairs. The creak of the stairs made the fear inside me stir. She opened a door on the lower hall, and I'm greeted with the sight of pink. Her walls covered in pink, white curtains, and a napoleon layered bed. The smell of cotton candy entrails my nostrils. She tosses me nonchalantly on the bed, and I hit the soft mattress below. Then, she proceeds to take off her shirt. I instantly shield my eyes, fearing she'll attack me for looking.

"Don't worry, I'm not naked or anything," she said behind me. I uncover my eyes just a little and find her wearing a gray tank top. She plops on the bed, her massive size creating a sinkhole where I just were. She swipes me off my feet and lays on her back. Head on pillow, she toys with me. Pulling my arms, blowing on me, breathing in my face. I'm nothing more than an object. Practically a McDonald's happy meal toy for her amusement.

Gurgle, I hear the rumbling of her stomach; and look over to see her face redden a bit. She looked embarrassed but then looks at me in agitation.

"What?" She questions, looking at me with a scowl, "That little guy was a pretty sizable serving." I look at her hazel eyes and then look down at her stomach. It was a little distended, kinda bloated from the mouse boy earlier. It was majestic. As she breaths, it kept getting bigger and smaller. Every time, she breathes out; I locked the sight of her big stomach in my memory.

"Hmph, I know what you want, you pervert" She speaks confidently. Raising up her shirt, she plops me down on her stomach; and my body is met with a soft, warm feeling of skin and fat. It wrapped around me like a hot cloud, and I can hear the inner workings of her body. Putting an ear to her stomach, I can hear the loud splash of her digestion going at work. The squeals and gurgling of her stomach put me in a sort of hypnotic state. All the food that she previously ate turning into a liquid mush. The thump of her heart, Thump, Thump, Thump puts me at ease. My own heart calmed, and it finally feels like I'm at peace. Faintly, just faintly, however; nothing more than a mere murmur are the cries of the mouse boy inside. His cries, and screaming from being digested pull me out of my trance and back into reality. A cold chill goes down my spine.

Looking up at her, I could her eyes closed. She looked so peaceful asleep and snored gently. I get up, careful not to trip and fall off her as her belly goes up and down like a bounce house. I tip toe up her body from her belly and soon find myself crossing her chest. Carefully, I cross over her small but petite breasts. My feet are practically absorbed by her growing chest, and I quickly make it to her neck. Grabbing lightly on her chin. I pull myself up and see her mouth wide open.

Her soft, luscious lips greet me. Behind them are a sharp row of teeth that I dare not touch. One wrong move and my hand is gone. I look in amazement at the pink walls of flesh that are covered in saliva. How each part of her mouth worked together. Her fat, rough tongue rested in the back, like a guard dog. I pull my upper body just a tiny bit deeper, just enough to see her tiny uvula dangling in the back; and the pink, dark, cavern that lay below it. My curiosity gets the better of me, as I accidently slip in her mouth; falling on her tongue, and waking her.

"Hmmm?", she groans groggily, using her tongue to get a taste of me, "Ah, Nao Bwad". She pulls out me out by the legs and sucks on me like a lollipop. My body proceeds to get drenched by her tongue and her saliva coats me like chocolate. With each like, she pushes me deeper and deeper into her mouth. Too far, and I'd suffer the same fate as the one before me.

"Delightful." She mutters, and pulls me out of her mouth; a trail of saliva follows me as I'm held upside down.

"Having a little fun are we?" She questions me, but I could only stay silent. She places me gently on the bed, raises her shirt, and pats her stomach.

"You want me to eat you, don't you?" She asks, smiling devilishly; "You want to be inside me, how cute!" Her smile grows as she knows how much power she has over me. I prance back and forth, unsure of what I would say even if she could understand me.

"I could swallow you right now. You'd be pushed down my throat, digest in my stomach, and my body would absorb you like the pitiful thing you are. You could be extra fat on my ass, or added to my tits. Either one is fine by me." Her entire being seemed to mock my very existence. " You'd like that, wouldn't you." Her smug smile reached full capacity. She has me in the palm in her hands, like a puppet. I only stare at her eyes and solemnly nod my head. She looks even more aroused.

"You're so pathetic." She mocked me, "I'd thought you'd at least put up a fight." Her smile disappears and her bored look returns. As her boredom returns, so does my despair. She picked me up, walking throughout her house, and soon I see my captivity; my cell in view. She opened the door and throws me in there like a baseball. I hit the hard bars at the end, body pulsating with pain and she slammed the door.

"You're so disgusting." She said, her eyes disinterested, but her smile peaked with curiosity and hysteria. She looks at me one last time, swaying her hips back and forth and mutters one last thing.

"Maybe, she'll find you." The girl said, "Your guardian has been practically sick looking for you." She said, "I've seen her around the school, and boy does she look haggard. If only you could tell her where you were." The girl giggled one last time and leaves the room leaving me to wallow in my own wretchedness.