I pick up this early Kaiiamas gift sitting on my table, confused because I have no idea who sent it or why it showed up so early. The box is small, cute, wrapped perfectly, and when I shake it, it feels light and delicate… but what throws me off is the strange sound inside. It’s not the rattling of an ornament or jewelry—it almost sounds like faint little squeaks, tiny noises that make no sense at all. I furrow my brows and lift the lid, expecting something simple, but instead I gasp as I look down into the box. There are tiny people inside. Actual tinies, no bigger than my fingertip, scrambling around and staring up at me. I blink a few times, trying to figure out who in the world would send me something like this, but then something else hits me. A scent. Warm, rich, mouthwatering. I lean down and sniff the box again, closer this time, and my eyes widen when I realize the smell is coming from them. The tinies. They smell incredible—sweet, savory, like the best snack I’ve ever encountered. I feel my stomach growl, and before I can even act to be polite, instinct takes over. I pick one up between my fingers and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply as the scent gets stronger. My mouth waters immediately. I can’t help myself. I open wide and drop the tiny inside, feeling the crunch and the burst of flavor as I swallow. One by one, I eat them—crunchy, tasty, absolutely irresistible—each one filling my belly in the most satisfying way. And when I lift you last, dangling over my mouth, you get a full view straight down my throat before I drop you in, swallow you whole, let out a soft burp, and begin digesting you deep inside my warm giantess stomach.
