(Originally written by: LGV)
Marla couldn't help but wonder if the changes were being tailored to the group's fetishes, if not their general personalities. It was true, the sandy blonde had been nursing a giantess fetish since her early teens. Dreams of smashing boys and swallowing rivals had made up the most of her sexual fantasies. It had become a bit of an obsession to the point that she couldn't get off unless she imagined some sort of giantess scenario.
Looking at the tiny figures around her, Marla's eyes focused in on Cindy. Though they were certainly friends, Marla had come to resent the tiny Asian girl. Her last boyfriend, Tom, had broken up with her in attempt to bag Cindy. Her friend refused, due to loyalty and her hidden lesbian tendencies, but Marla still blamed her. And with her size at her disposal, it was time to get even.
The giant plucked the wafer-thin girl from her beanbag chair, locking her between two fingers. She struggled valiantly but the giantess's overwhelming strength was too much to break. Marla could feel just how weak Cindy was. She was like a tiny cockroach, wriggling and useless. If she had wanted to, she could have easily crushed her into nothing. But she relented, instead bringing her up to her face.
"Ah, you're crushing me, Marla! Put me down," the girl whined.
"Seriously, you're gonna kill her, she's not a toy!" Kaley interjected. The rest of the group started on in silence. Jennifer, tasting the pain and fear radiating from Cindy, did her best to hide her enjoyment.
"Don't worry," the game said, "while people occasionally die, the winner will have full reign over the players conditions. Whoever wins can bring their friends back to life and changed as they wish."
For Marla, that revelation was all she needed. Without so much as a warning, she opened her maw wide and tossed poor Cindy into the gaping hole. She landed in the wet, moist dungeon just below the tongue. The saliva-coated appendage playfully beat the screaming girl around her mouth, utterly drenching her with the sticky fluid.
To Marla's dismay, Cindy tasted pretty bad; mostly like wet cloth. Still the experience itself was thrilling, especially when she sent her meal packing. With a final gulp she brought Cindy down her gullet, the girl disappearing down the tube as a slight bulge to the others. An warm, sticky fluid leaked from Marla's lower half and onto the crushed chair as Jacky interjected.
"What did you do?!" the normally mild manner girl screamed. "You killed her! This is so unlike you, Marla!"
"She ain't dead yet, judging by her kicking," Marla joked, lowering a hand to her toned stomach. It was true, Cindy was fighting like mad.
"Now, now, as I said, don't worry too much, girls, she can come back. Besides, once the lack of air and digestive process gets going, there will be less players to compete against!"
The game had triggered yet another dark thought in Marla's mind. She didn't have anything against the other girls, but if she were to eat them or otherwise get rid of them, she could instantly win the game. Did she do it?
