Kourtney: A Fictional Narrative

Kourtney grinned when she spotted the tiny man in the corner of her room.
“Another tiny? That’s the 3rd one this week,” she laughed, “you’d think they would stop coming in here after what happened to the last guys.”
The tiny bolted for the safety of a crack in the wall a couple inches away, but it may as well have been a quarter mile. The giant girl’s finger shot out and blocked the poor guy’s escape route. The wind from her hand knocked him flat on his tiny butt.
The tiny’s gaze passed beyond the humongous finger, up the arm that had to be at least 300 feet long, to the enormous lips that were spread into a smile that chilled the little man to the core. Even her smallest tooth was the size of a huge boulder in comparison to him. The sun glinted off the shiny metal braces that stretched across

If he had been scared before, now he was absolutely terrified.
Another rumble emanated from the blackness of the throat as the empty stomach again reminded Kourtney that it was time for dinner.
“Well little guy, it’s been fun,” she said with a smile as she gathered a pool of saliva in the middle of her tongue in preparation to swallow.
The little guy was splashed on all sides and landed in a puddle of slime that was higher than his head. He saw her lips close for the final time as he was plunged into the pitch black of her mouth. He could feel the pull of her throat that was ready to receive him. In one quick motion, he was thrown into the air as her tongue slammed him against the roof of her mouth. He stayed there only a moment as it was quickly followed by a decisive “gulp.” He tried to hold on, but he was so completely covered by her slime that he couldn’t grip anything. Her body took over and swept him away down the back of her throat where he was pulled deep inside the giant girl’s