Jodi the Giantess

Part Two

I manage to squirm my way out of her boob, falling to the underside of it. The world around me vibrates as Jodi walks, and I hear the echoes of her pouring a bowl of cereal. I keep squirming until I make it out of her bra and start sliding down her shirt. 

To my horror, I don't land in her lap or anywhere else, I land in the center of the danger: her bowl of breakfast. As she walks, the milk sloshes around, creating tidal waves of milk and cereal boulders. I swallow mouthfuls of milk, nearly drowning, before she finally sets down the bowl, and the raging sea of milk calms down. 

"Jodi!" I yell, "Please look down! I'm right here!" 

Jodi doesn't hear me. Instead, I see a giant spoon come crashing down in front of me, scooping up a mountain of fruit loops and scarfing them into her mouth. I don't even have a second to process anything before it comes down again, and she gobbles down another bite. If I don't get out of here, she's going to devour me. 

I swim the opposite direction of where the spoon just landed, but I'm thrown back with a wave of milk as it crashes down right in front of me, bringing a pile of milk and cereal to her mouth that I would have been on had it been a moment later. I look up to see her jaw working as she chews it up, before a small lump goes down her throat as she swallows. She looks down with a boredom glazed expression before sending the spoon right at me. 

I gasp as I see a metal outline through the giant fruit loops around me. I'm part of her bite. 

I'm brought up to her soft, giant lips which part to reveal her perfectly white teeth. The scene before me is a horrorscape. Her tongue is coated in slimy, colorful residue with chunks of ground up fruit loops littered across it and stuck in her giant molars. Her throat is shrouded by shadows, with only a glimmer of light highlighting it. A stringy tendril of saliva stretches from her tongue to her upper palette, only to grow thinner and then snap apart. Right as I'm about to be ruthlessly devoured by my best friend, her phone rings. 

Talk about being saved by the bell. 

She brings the spoon I'm on away from her space, and it hovers in the air as she accepts the call. 

"Hi, Mom," her voice booms, "Nat? Yeah, she spent the night." 

Oh thank goodness, she has to notice I'm gone, right? 

"Jodi! Yes! I did! And I'm right here! Just look down!" 

"Mhm. I think she went home," she continues. 

"What? No!" I shout, "Jodi! I didn't go home, I'm still here! Please!"

"Yeah. I'm just having breakfast right now," she says, dully looking at me.

"Yes, Jodi, yes! I'm here!"

"Um, just some fruit loops."

I'm not just some fruit loops. I refuse to be remembered as just some fruit loops. Shit, I can't even remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. My death won't even register as significant to her, just another meal!

"Yeah he's coming over later... Yeah, she doesn't really like him. That's probably why she left." 

She's probably talking about Zach. As much as I hate him, there's no way in hell I'm letting him replace me, and he might if I don't get the hell out of here. 

"Yeah, I will. Okay, bye Mom." 

Shit, I'm out of time. She sets down the spoon and her dull gaze turns back to me, or rather, her fruit loops. Her eyes follow me and her lips part once more, allowing her hot, fruity breath to wash over me. This is probably the closest to a kiss I've ever gotten from her, and I'm going to die because of it. 

"Jodi! Please!" I scream one last time as the spoon enters her cavernous mouth. My last resort fails and I'm plunged into darkness as her lips seal me in. 

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