Gingerbread Man Down
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 16
by
copier
· original author:
lifesaver
"Well...okay! I'll eat it now!" your mom exclaimed with a level of innocent glee that would have put a smile on anyone's face. Well, anyone besides yours at this moment. You were living in perpetual panic, struggling to no avail to free yourself from your frosting prison. Your mom wasn't lying when she said that you two have had a good number of times like this happen before. Sadly you knew quite well the torture that was coming for you if your mom wasn't stopped before eating you. While it was true that you wouldn't die or be totally digested by her giant stomach, it was still a miserably hot, claustrophobic, and to be honest slightly boring experience to live through until you were freed. The first few times that it happened she immediately ran to the bathroom to throw you up out of fear for your life. But unfortunately for you, being eaten by her happened with such alarming regularity that you both started to discover that it wasn't really all that dangerous for you. Something about your special body kept you alive even passing through her... entire digestive system. You whimpered thinking about the horrifying and downright embarrassing few times that you had gone through the entire process, being forced to call out to your own mother from inside the toilet bowl that she was currently sitting on. It was traumatic and humiliating to say the least, and now thanks to Tara it seemed entirely likely that you would have to go through it again.
Barely able to contain a bout of evil laughter, Tara decided to truly seal your fate by saying, "Hey sis I bet you can't eat the entire thing in one bite like you used to!"
"Oh you think I can't!? Watch this!" Your mom happily responded before opening her mouth as wide as she could. You couldn't see anything due to the layer of frosting, but when you felt your surroundings shift from cool outside air to humid, hot breath you could already tell you were beyond saving. She had to crumple up your legs to fit your entire cookie form in her mouth at the same time, but by some miracle of effort on her part she did it. Immediately her powerful teeth slammed down on your body, sending waves of pain throughout your entire self through the simple act of chewing. A few rounds of catastrophic chomping passed by, completely mashing your body, the cookie, and the frosting together into some unrecognizable blob. Then suddenly your mom spoke with her mouth still full,
"Hmm this is really chewy... just like I like my gingerbread cookies!" As she finished her sentence her mouth closed back up and she swallowed the entire mouthful effortlessly down her gullet. "Man that was so good! Eat one Tara before I eat them all!"
Tara sat there with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. Her plan was a rousing success and she felt like she was on top of the world. It was just so damn easy to mess with your helpless, tiny self, and she was loving every second of it. Not only that, but now that you were soundly on your way into her sister's stomach, she could focus on the nice sisterly bonding time that she wanted all along. A true win-win for her. Finally she responded to your mom, saying "Can do!" before the two giantesses immediately began shoving cookie after cookie down their throats. Nearly 15 minutes passed by and somehow the two Bigg sisters had consumed every cookie on the tray.
"I gotta tell you, Tara. Those were all amazing but the first one you frosted was a masterpiece. It was extra soft and delicious compared to the rest! Did you do anything special to it?" Your mom lauded Tara's work incessantly, not knowing that the special addition was her tiny, squishy son.
Tara debated for the briefest second suggesting that you might have been mixed in with the cookie to give it its extra softness, but decided against it. She figured that just because your mom could be tricked into torturing you without knowing it didn't mean that she would be on board with doing any of this stuff to you willingly. To Tara's dismay she could tell your mom genuinely loved you, and would never intentionally mess with you the way Tara would want her to. Resigning these pranks to be a one-sided affair, Tara simply smiled and said, "No clue, sis, that one might have been furthest away from the flame in the oven or something so it ended up cooked less!"
Immediately buying her sister's excuse without a second thought, your mom's eyes shot open as she looked down at the empty cookie tray before her. "Oh shoot we didn't save a single one for Jake! Oh man I feel terrible I was so caught up in the cookies I forgot all about him!"
Tara furrowed her eyebrows slightly. She had hoped in the back of her mind that her sister would forget entirely about her miniature son at least for the night, but sadly she was mistaken. Figuring she had to pretend to like you in front of her sister to keep the charade up, she thought for a second then spoke.
"Wait!" Tara exclaimed before reaching one hand into her enormously deep cleavage. Snaking her fingers between her breasts she found what she was looking for and pulled out a crumb of gingerbread that must have dropped off of one of the dozen or so cookies that she had just consumed. It was roughly the size of a quarter and even had some frosting left on it. "Here! Give this to him!"
Your mom looked at Tara for a moment before bursting into laughter, "Are you serious, Tara?! You think I don't remember how sweaty your cleavage normally is? The only place sweatier than between your boobs is in your butt crack ya nasty girl. I don't think Jake will like the taste of that soaked crumb at all!" Your mom barely got her jokes out between bouts of uproarious laughter, even causing a smile in Tara amidst all the light-hearted quips.
"Okay you got me there, sis. But don't act like you're any better! You're just as bad if not worse than me!" Tara came back at your mom, now both women uncontrollably giggling.
"Oh man you're right you're right. But still I'll just have to make another batch for him soon. Speaking of him I'm going to go check on how he's doing!" Your mom said before happily walking out of the kitchen. She wasn't sure where you were but she wanted the three of you to spend some quality time together!
Tara panicked slightly as she figured that when your mom inevitably didn't find you that she would freak out and worry about you until you came back. It would totally ruin the whole night in Tara's mind. She quickly follows her sister out of the room in hopes to distract her once more, or at the very least convince her not to worry about you for the time being.
What happens next?
Barely able to contain a bout of evil laughter, Tara decided to truly seal your fate by saying, "Hey sis I bet you can't eat the entire thing in one bite like you used to!"
"Oh you think I can't!? Watch this!" Your mom happily responded before opening her mouth as wide as she could. You couldn't see anything due to the layer of frosting, but when you felt your surroundings shift from cool outside air to humid, hot breath you could already tell you were beyond saving. She had to crumple up your legs to fit your entire cookie form in her mouth at the same time, but by some miracle of effort on her part she did it. Immediately her powerful teeth slammed down on your body, sending waves of pain throughout your entire self through the simple act of chewing. A few rounds of catastrophic chomping passed by, completely mashing your body, the cookie, and the frosting together into some unrecognizable blob. Then suddenly your mom spoke with her mouth still full,
"Hmm this is really chewy... just like I like my gingerbread cookies!" As she finished her sentence her mouth closed back up and she swallowed the entire mouthful effortlessly down her gullet. "Man that was so good! Eat one Tara before I eat them all!"
Tara sat there with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. Her plan was a rousing success and she felt like she was on top of the world. It was just so damn easy to mess with your helpless, tiny self, and she was loving every second of it. Not only that, but now that you were soundly on your way into her sister's stomach, she could focus on the nice sisterly bonding time that she wanted all along. A true win-win for her. Finally she responded to your mom, saying "Can do!" before the two giantesses immediately began shoving cookie after cookie down their throats. Nearly 15 minutes passed by and somehow the two Bigg sisters had consumed every cookie on the tray.
"I gotta tell you, Tara. Those were all amazing but the first one you frosted was a masterpiece. It was extra soft and delicious compared to the rest! Did you do anything special to it?" Your mom lauded Tara's work incessantly, not knowing that the special addition was her tiny, squishy son.
Tara debated for the briefest second suggesting that you might have been mixed in with the cookie to give it its extra softness, but decided against it. She figured that just because your mom could be tricked into torturing you without knowing it didn't mean that she would be on board with doing any of this stuff to you willingly. To Tara's dismay she could tell your mom genuinely loved you, and would never intentionally mess with you the way Tara would want her to. Resigning these pranks to be a one-sided affair, Tara simply smiled and said, "No clue, sis, that one might have been furthest away from the flame in the oven or something so it ended up cooked less!"
Immediately buying her sister's excuse without a second thought, your mom's eyes shot open as she looked down at the empty cookie tray before her. "Oh shoot we didn't save a single one for Jake! Oh man I feel terrible I was so caught up in the cookies I forgot all about him!"
Tara furrowed her eyebrows slightly. She had hoped in the back of her mind that her sister would forget entirely about her miniature son at least for the night, but sadly she was mistaken. Figuring she had to pretend to like you in front of her sister to keep the charade up, she thought for a second then spoke.
"Wait!" Tara exclaimed before reaching one hand into her enormously deep cleavage. Snaking her fingers between her breasts she found what she was looking for and pulled out a crumb of gingerbread that must have dropped off of one of the dozen or so cookies that she had just consumed. It was roughly the size of a quarter and even had some frosting left on it. "Here! Give this to him!"
Your mom looked at Tara for a moment before bursting into laughter, "Are you serious, Tara?! You think I don't remember how sweaty your cleavage normally is? The only place sweatier than between your boobs is in your butt crack ya nasty girl. I don't think Jake will like the taste of that soaked crumb at all!" Your mom barely got her jokes out between bouts of uproarious laughter, even causing a smile in Tara amidst all the light-hearted quips.
"Okay you got me there, sis. But don't act like you're any better! You're just as bad if not worse than me!" Tara came back at your mom, now both women uncontrollably giggling.
"Oh man you're right you're right. But still I'll just have to make another batch for him soon. Speaking of him I'm going to go check on how he's doing!" Your mom said before happily walking out of the kitchen. She wasn't sure where you were but she wanted the three of you to spend some quality time together!
Tara panicked slightly as she figured that when your mom inevitably didn't find you that she would freak out and worry about you until you came back. It would totally ruin the whole night in Tara's mind. She quickly follows her sister out of the room in hopes to distract her once more, or at the very least convince her not to worry about you for the time being.
What happens next?
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March 28, 2025
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