Warning this story contains a fairly detailed description of digestion and the terrible real consequences of being eaten by a women over a hundred times your size. (Not a happy ending)
I was inspired to write this based on the idea I had about a busy office woman whom is more than a little bit clumsy. A dangerous thing to be the size of an insect around for sure.
💀 Death
🔬Micro
👄Vore
😐Unaware
Melony hadn’t the time in the morning for this. Rivulets of orange juice dripped down the worktop of her small kitchen as she hurriedly scrubbed the surface with a miserable looking frayed cloth. Behind one ear she had a mobile phone pressed against her shoulder and under one arm a very full looking handbag.
“Yeah sorry I’ll be in very soon just getting in the car!”
She said quickly before throwing the now orange cloth in the sink. She spun around and knocked over a pot containing a little cactus with her handbag before plonking her behind down on a chair.
Meanwhile, what might at first