Kamala Khan Giantess/Size/Vore Alternate Lunch Scene

>"Oh? What's this?" Kamala gasps, feigning shock, "I didn't realize that little people were on the menu at my school!"
>She prods you gently with her fork, and you take a step back, slipping on a slick patch of spuds and landing in her mashed potatoes
>"Well," she says, giggling, "I suppose I could use the extra protein. You look pretty tasty, too- my compliments to the chef!"
>She lifts her fork, pressing its prongs into your body gently before lifting it away, "I suppose I should save you for last- you're clearly what's for dessert, and the rest of my food might get jealous if I have you first."
>She scoops up a huge chunk of mashed potatoes- more than she should be able to fit in her mouth, let alone swallow- and shoves it into her maw, engulfing it entirely
>It's barely in her mouth for a few seconds before she swallows it, the potatoes making an almost comically huge bulge as it travels down her gullet towards her waiting stomach
>Her body even jiggles slightly when it lands inside, though you're sure she didn't notice, and you swear you can even hear it plop into the pool of digestive fluids, milk, and saliva at the bottom of her belly
>She lets out a sigh, patting her tummy appreciatively, then leans in towards you, opening her mouth wide with a deep blush on her face
>There's not a trace of the potatoes left in her mouth, and as her hot breath washes over your body you start to get a hard on at the sight
>Winking, she points to the back of her throat, towards her swaying uvula, before shutting her mouth and bringing her fork back to the potatoes
>"See that?" she asks, beginning to scoop up her next bite of potatoes, "you'll go down even easier! I'd be surprised if you even made a bulge!"
>She lifts her fork up, then adds, "I bet you'll go down nice and smooth; no kicking or screaming or anything like that... because you WANT to be eaten."
>Kamala sticks her tongue out, wrapping her tongue around the head of the fork, scooping the potatoes into her mouth; the movements of her tongue are almost hypnotic, like a cobra dancing to a snake charmer's tune as she brings the mashed spuds deeper into her mouth
>With a heavy gulp they, too, disappear, bulging her throat out briefly before disappearing behind her chest
>With a contented sigh, Kamala looks down at you, eying you coolly as if to say 'your turn'
>"And I want to eat you," she almost purrs, licking her lips and brandishing her fork with mock menace
>She scoops you up, eying you hungrily as she brings you closer to her humid mouth
>"Time for dessert~!"
>She tosses you in, catapulting you into her mouth; you slide across her tongue towards the dark pit in the back of her mouth
>Before you fall in, she smushes you against the roof of her mouth, pressing your body into her tongue, your back against her palette
>She moans lightly, greatly enjoying your taste as she starts to slosh you around her mouth, quickly coating you in her thick, warm saliva
>The close contact with her warm, wet mouth and her earlier teasing has you hard as a rock, and you suppress a moan of your own as you enjoy her ministrations on your body