I’ve kept you tiny and locked away for days, maybe weeks, treating you like a rare delicacy I’ve been fattening and seasoning just for my appetite. You’ve been fed, watered, cared for, not out of kindness, but because I want you to taste perfect when I finally devour you. Every time you cried or begged from inside your little cage, it only made me hungrier. Today, I decide it’s time. I open your cage and pluck you up between my fingers, your whole body fitting so easily in my grip. You kick, you squirm, you scream — and I just smile. I bring you to my chest and slide you deep between my massive breasts, encapsulating you in warm flesh while your tiny voice squeaks in panic. I squeeze you between them, letting the softness engulf you completely, amused by how helpless you are in the hands of a goddess. There’s no escape, and we both know it. I love playing with my food before I eat it. I dangle you above my lips, holding you over my open mouth so you can stare straight into the pink dri
