Who's defiling my feet? (Patreon)

"You're the cause of my discomfort?!!" Y'shtola dares to say, even though she's the one who put poor Lyse in her sweaty foot. This is just the beginning for our tiny woman, she's not finished with the bad smells and slimy walls of flesh. There's no escaping it, being so small. How can the moment when she tries to run away be so brief, when the moment when she's wagged on all sides by the giantess's tongue is so long?

How will she stand the time once she's landed in the stomach?