Alt-right for dinner

Tonight was a good night; Trump had just won the presidency and the amount of butthurt being generated was biblical. You could hardly believe it yourself when the announcement suddenly hit, but you couldn't be more excited. Honestly Trump or the election never interested you that much, you just loved shitposting and pissing off self-righteous idiots and he was the perfect candidate to do so. Jumping on Twitter, your platform of choice for trolling SJW idiots, you immediately see a torrent of people crying about the results. You were spoiled for choice with who you could mock and taunt over this and after some time spent scrolling you finally settle on a target, one of those famous feminist youtubers. Relentlessly you let loose a barrage of insults and your finest Pepe images into the dumb bitch's inbox, letting her know how hilarious it is that she's crying about this stuff. Just as you're about to go for another round you start to feel a little dizzy. The feeling quickly grows and without warning you suddenly pass out in your chair.

As you begin to regain consciousness you feel a strong pressure pushing against your midsection from both sides. Whatever it is it has you pinned tight and no amount of struggling could make it budge even slightly. Your hazy vision starts to gradually come back and when you can finally focus what you see makes your heart leap into your throat. Staring right at you was the colossal face of a giant woman! And not just any woman; you instantly recognize her as the owner of the Twitter account you were just taunting. Looking at the computer monitor beside her confirmed it, and what really made you nervous was that your comments were perfectly visible right in the center of the screen. Held tightly between just her massive fingers all you can do is stare at her in silence and wait for her to say something.

The giant girl was grinning from ear to ear, a lipstick-covered smile so wide you had to turn your head slightly to take it all in. Despite her smile there was defnitely a powerful aura of anger emitting from her expression, occasionally revealing itself with an evil sneer or from a look of pure disgust in her eyes almost hidden behind her glasses.

"You stupid little shit." She spits at you, quite literally as tiny droplets pelt your shrunken body. "Did you really think you could get away with saying shit like that, to ME?" She shakes you back and forth between her fingers, causing your tiny body to be helplessly thrown around like a ragdoll in her vice-like grip. Dazed and rattled you barely take notice as her tongue slips out and snakes across her upper lip, wetting it in anticipation.

"I am so fucking pissed off right now!" She continues, raising her voice. Your ears rang slightly from the volume and how close you were being held to her mouth. "First America loses to fucking fascism then I have to deal with disgusting freaks like you taunting me about it. But don't worry, I'm gonna fix things, one delicious little shitlord at a time." Even at your shrunken size she was able to notice your terrified expression over what she just implied. "That's right, you pathetic little morsel. I'm gonna eat every single one of you and you just happened to be lucky number one!"

"Please!" You beg her. "I'm sorry for what I did. I'll do anything you say, just don't eat me!"

"Ooh begging, I like that!" She replies. "Maybe I will keep a few of you pathetic virgins as tiny slaves, after all the idea of a woman being in-charge seems to terrify you all so much. Not you though! You're going on a one-way trip to tummy town!"

With tears welling up in your eyes you continue to plead with the giant woman, apologizing over and over while repeating that you've learned your lesson and won't do anything like it again.

"Aww sweetie are those tears I see? Is the widdle alt-righter scared of the big mean feminist?" She asks you with mock concern in her voice. You open your mouth to continue begging, but are cut off when her grip suddenly tightens around you, putting intense pressure on your ribs and making it difficult to breathe. "Okay, your pathetic whining was fun for a while, but now I'm bored of you. Guess what that means!"

Without bothering to wait for any response she lifts you high up into the air, stretching her arm out fully in order to drag out the process for as long as possible. Like a fairground ride once you reach the highest point you almost immediately begin your descent back towards her face. With all hope of escape shattered all you can do is dangle there limply between her fingers as she slowly lowers you until you're just a few inches above her mouth, taunting and mocking you the entire time.

"You deserve this, you know? After all you didn't give a shit about the lives of millions of women, people of color and members of the LGBT community when you put that facist in office, so why should I give a shit about you? You and every other member of that fucking alt-right hate group are less than human; much, much less right now in fact! Don't worry though. Soon you will be human, or at least part of one!"

Slowly and with an overdramatic "Aaahh!" sound her lips part and her maw opens as wide as she can get it, revealing several thick pillars of saliva that she allowed to accumulate. Then without warning you are suddenly released and sent into freefall. The fall barely lasts a second, however, and almost immediately after being let go you hit her fleshy pink tongue with a wet splat. Before you have a chance to get your bearings your world suddenly begins to shift as she casually tilts her head back, letting gravity take over the job of pushing you to the back of her throat. Satisfied with how much she got to play with you outside of her mouth and not wishing to drag things on any further, the giant woman snaps her mouth shut and unceremoniously swallows.

Her powerful throat muscles effortlessly overpower your tiny body as they autonomously do their job and squeeze you down further and further into the giantess's body. Finally they release you and after another brief fall you land with a splash in the damp, pulsating cave that was her stomach. Overcome with desperation you frantically begin to pound on the fleshy walls and continue begging with her, pleading to be let out of this noxious cavern. Either in response to your banging or by complete coincidence the stomach wall shakes with an immense drumming that sends you flying back onto your ass, like thunder to you as a tiny person trapped inside her, it was simply the giant giving her belly a few gentle pats in satisfaction. It was barely audible above the deafening gurgling sounds of her inner body working, but you just manage to make out her saying something.

"Ahhh! One down, only a few hundred thousand to go."