Backyard Bug (+alt) (Patreon)

Danny stepped out her backdoor, her bare feet slapping against the hot pavement beneath her. She didn’t particularly enjoy being in the sun, but she came out for a specific reason. To look for a bug.

Not just any kind of bug, mind you. She was looking for a diminished person, or mant. She knew a few of them were ‘camping’ in her backlot, but had yet to confront them. But today was a lazy day, and her feet ached. That was enough to convince her she deserved some pampering.

Spotted in the corner of her lot, attempting to escape under the fence door, were three mants. Looking closer, Danny could see there were two males, and one female. Bingo!

“Hey lil dudes,” she said with a chuckle, approaching them with a massive confidence. “What’re you up to?”

She bent down, plucking the two men up in one hand, and the woman in the other.

Without speaking a further word, she released her dripping tongue from her mouth and shoved the two men inside. They were barely able to scream before she gulped.

Within seconds, the woman’s only companions in a world much bigger than her vanished down the throat of a giant.

The woman tried to plead for her life, but the only sound that came out were incoherent shrieks and sobs. What a terrifying thing to realize; that you’re going to die in the stomach of a person much bigger than you.

“God,” Danny muttered, “Stop screaming, you’re ruining my vibe.”

The giant sat down on a bench and placed the tiny woman beside her. She propped her legs up, making sure the hot and moist surface of her feet were mere centimeters away from the mant.

The woman peered up, her mouth agape. The sweaty foot flesh blocked out the light of the sun, cornering her. A feeling of dread and claustrophobia coursed through the woman’s brain. She was going to have to—

“Lick,” Danny commanded with a yawn. “Really get in there.”

The mant did nothing. She was curled into the fetal position, quietly sobbing to herself. What was the point? She might as well just get herself killed. It would be more merciful than becoming a giant’s pet.

“Jeez, did you hear me? Lick!” Danny commanded again, this time leaning forward. “You deaf?”

Again, the woman did nothing.

Danny rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine, whatever.”

The giant snatched the tiny woman up in her palm. Though she tried to struggle out of instinct, she could do nothing against the giant fingers that now pinched around her head and neck. What was the giant doing?

Danny placed her lips on the mant’s head, poking her tongue out just enough to pry open her tiny mouth. Once her tongue firmly held open the woman’s maw, she began to delicately ooz spit from her throat. The woman began to choke on the saliva, but Danny held her down firm.

More and more Danny spat, filling not just the woman’s mouth up with her saliva, but also her throat… and soon, her stomach.

Alarmingly, the woman could not breathe. It felt as if she was trapped under a liquid much thicker than water, impossible to emerge from. It quickly became apparent what the giant was doing…

“Ungh,” the woman spazzed and struggled, but all she could do was move her legs.

Danny’s spit overflowed from the mant’s mouth, spilling out and dripping down her tiny face. As it covered her upper body, the woman's struggles became weaker and weaker, until…

She had stopped moving. Danny let go of the lifeless corpse’s head as it dropped harshly back to her palm. Saliva completely covered her face and continued to drip out of her nose and mouth. The woman had drowned.

“Stupid fucking bug,” Danny shook her head, “What a waste.”

She tilted her head back, placing her wrist to her lips. The woman’s body slid gracefully down the palm and into the giant’s mouth. Danny didn’t bother to suck on her or savor the taste; she simply swallowed her whole.

Danny shrugged and went back inside to the cool air-conditioned house. And that was that.