“You’re right, I do.” The giantess patted the tiny affectionately on the head. “Just go take some pepto bismal.” The tiny said. “I must be having some trouble digesting that sandwich I had earlier. “Hmm, you’re right…” The giantess held a hand to her face. “It sounds like you’ve got an upset stomach, Miss.” The tiny said. After hearing a louder rumbling, he pulled back and winced. He pressed his head against her stomach and listened intently for a few moments.
There was a low rumbling and she grimaced. She groaned and leaned forward a bit as pain shot through her insides. She then strode forward carefully, sighing in content as her little man hugged her.Īs she walked… something felt off. The tiny happily climbed aboard and hugged her thumb as she rose to her full height.Īs the giantess made her way through her living room, she held the little guy snugly against her belly. She stepped forward and crouched down to offer her palm to the tiny. “Thanks, little guy.” The giantess smirked. And then… she began to sing.Īs the song came to an end, the giantess put the microphone down and bowed her head. The giantess swung her hips to the catchy beat of the radio, and pointed at the tiny with a smile. She brushed her long red hair out of her eyes and fluttered them playfully as she grasped her microphone in her gloved hands. He swung his little legs and watched eagerly as the giantess appeared on stage. The tiny sat on the edge of the arm-rest of the chair. (Warning: This story contains digestion and scat.
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