When you regain control of your senses you find yourself in an alien landscape, the ground below you is pliable and flesh like in colour with a familiar scent you can't quite place. Your surroundings still look like the dingy interior of an ogre mound, but it's clear you are no longer on the floor of this grand cavern. Well, at least you wouldn't be getting intimate with another ogre's feet anytime soon. Still, from your elevated position within the room you may be more noticeable to the large inhabitants within, and you doubt that would be advantageous; there's no telling what an ogre would do with a human smaller than one of his toes. You therefore decide that escaping this mysterious wasteland would be for the best and that finding somewhere a little less open will only increase your already low chances of survival.
Just as you start to enact your plan, the dreaded quaking sounds you heard earlier return to your senses, threatening to smash your ear drums into a thousand pieces. On the horizon, a slow moving continent of fat and muscle fills your entire view and only gets larger as it set its sights on you. This beast seems different from the other ogre you encountered however, the last ogre was large by all means (after all, it nearly obliterated you underfoot without even noticing) but this one looks as if it struggles to stay contained within the walls of this mound. It was not merely just large in frame either, the behemoth carries a belly that looks large enough to contain every man, woman and child of Stormwind within and still have enough space for dessert afterwards. Every fiber of your being, every bone in your body, every cell in your brain is telling you to run and to not stop running but your legs refuse to move an inch, preferring instead to stand in the presence of this titan.
Eventually, the mountainous ogre lumbers over to your makeshift abode, with every step threatening to make you cry out in fear. It was at this point you notice the large plateau of carved wood between you and the giant - a table you reside on, level to the immense gut that now obscures everything else in the room from view. A single hand, dwarfed by the blubbery mountain but still enormous compared to your insignificant size makes contact with the mammoth gut before you. Each rub of that belly seems like an assertion of dominance from the ogre. You are nothing to him. Just a speck of dust in the presence of a giant. As if to further that point, the hands of the colossus reach underneath the towering bulge and raise it high, showing you the tattered loincloth of the giant and the previously obscured underhang of this hand crafted masterpiece. Just as quickly as it was raised, the hands release their load and allow the stomach to spill forth like a tsunami, creating massive tremors when it makes contact with the table, sending you tumbling onto your backside. The belly is now almost in contact with you, achieving the impossible and somehow looking even bigger this close. At this range, it's very tempting to walk up to it and touch it - to feel merely a fraction of the power this god had, but what's left of your fractured senses decide against it.
You eventually manage to avert your gaze upwards towards the face of the being who had taken you captive. You lock gazes with the beast before you, his stare piercing your very soul with an uncaring grimace. His mouth opens wide to reveal a cavern lined with marble and release a long, crimson monster that licked along his pebbly lips. The more you look at the ogre, the more you realise that he has an intense look of...disinterest in you. If you didn't know any better, you would think that he was looking straight through you. Is what you are standing on really more important? Then it hit you. That smell... it's the smell of cooked meat. This whole time you had been standing on a slab of meat. The ogre hadn't seen you, he'd seen the delicacy underneath you. Just as you made that realisation, the behemoth reaches forward with one of his pudgy hands and starts lifting the meal skyward towards that dark cavern.
It's too late to run.
The maw of the ogre approaches ever closer. Your situation is dire, but if you think this through you could still escape relatively intact. You could try shouting up at the ogre; you don't know if it can hear you at your disturbingly small size and even if it could, whether it would be willing to help you but anything is better than the stomach of a hungry ogre. Another option would be to head towards the hand of the ravenous giant, it's quite some distance but the fact that he's eating barehanded makes this much easier. Again, risky but it might be necessary.
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