Gobble Her Up

The reporter wiggled as the giant hand brought her up. his close, Lois got a better look at the huge woman. Dark horns, each as big as a car, jutted out from a broad brow and curled over her head. Her body was lean muscle, the red tone from the bright red of a cherry tomato to the sharper, darker red of a ripe strawberry; all save for her breasts, which lightened to a fine shade of pink at the nipples. The eyes, shadowed in deep sockets, were pure white without pupil or iris...and as big as manhole covers.

Vaguely, Lois caught a sense of the gigantic chamber she was in...and weirdly enough, it looked like a normal apartment, if sized for someone that was at least sixty feet tall. The ceiling of the room soared up to a dizzying height, at least ten stories tall.

YOU KNOW, the giant said. YOU LOOK ALMOST GOOD ENOUGH TO EAT.

Great Caesar's ghost! The reporter thought as she squirmed harder in the red grip, her feet kicking uselessly. I'm fee-fie-fo fucked!

"You don't have to!" Lois squeaked out. "I'm...I'm human! I taste bad! I'll give you high cholesterol!"

If the giant heard her, she gave no sign. Instead, the giant red hand shifted its grip on the reporter...and Lois Lane's head and breast sank into the massive palm. Her legs kicked as her bottom was exposed, and then something touched Lois down there which made the reporter scream.

It was the giant's tongue. It could be nothing else. It felt as if a massive, warm slug ran itself between the reporter's legs, too big to differentiate between cunt or ass, it simply ran roughshod over Lois Lane's whole crotch...and the reporter's scream died in her throat, and her legs ceased to kick, as she realized that, at least for the moment, the giant demon or whatever she was wasn't going to literally swallow her whole or bite her head off.

At least, not yet.