This choice: Hippolyta's Tiny Fruit Feeder • Go Back...Chapter #13Hippolyta's Tiny Fruit Feeder by: ejones312   “Now then, Timmy, for your first task,” Hippolyta said, guiding the little boy in her hands onto the nightstand, “I want you to feed me the fruit in that bowl.”
Hippolyta lowered the boy with cupped hands to the nightstand, tilting them to prompt Timmy to hop off and land on the surface of the small stand level to Hippolyta’s chest. The tiny boy watched as Hippolyta bent towards to be at eye level with her new charge, getting a better look at each other.
To Hippolyta, the tiny boy was so young, innocent, and adorable, but so helpless at his size. One more wrong step and he would become a stain on the bottom of an Amazon’s shoe. To Timmy, Hippolyta was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, admittedly even more beautiful than his mom. She had the face of a caring mother about her and a lovely voice that could only be viewed as both motherly and commanding.
“This task is quite simple,” Hippolyta explained. “You will bring forward a grape for me to eat only one at a time, but be sure to not drop them anywhere except for my mouth. Given your size, I do not wish for you to strain yourself bringing two or more grapes for me. When you have finished feeding me the last grape and not drop one on the ground, you will have succeeded in your task, understood?”
“Y-yes, your highness,” Timmy answered.
Without another word, Hippolyta slumped down in her bed in her fullest graceful splendor, her head inclined on the bed’s soft pillows. She placed her hands on her breasts, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.
Timmy took a quick moment to observe the titanic Amazonian queen lying down in her bed, the way she folded her hands over her breasts, the posture she chose... he couldn’t exactly describe the beauty behind it all. She looked like a true goddess, standing as tall as the stairs of said goddesses that Timmy noticed the statues of in the palace on the way. A goddess in need of an insignificant bug to serve on hand and foot.
“Well? I am waiting, my young charge,” Hippolyta said, snapping him out of his daze.
“Uh..! S-Sorry!” Timmy squeaked as he ran to the fruit bowl, picking out a grape, holding with both hands like a giant beach ball, and returning to the edge of the nightstand.
Timmy grabbed the grape so he could toss it into Hippolyta’s mouth. As he approached the edge, however, he found himself pausing before a curious, yet dangerous sight. He ended up staring directly into the open maw of Queen Hippolyta herself. The inside of her open mouth looked like a deep, fleshy pit, framed by her lips, her ivory teeth, and her wiggling tongue lined with moist, spongy texture. Timmy looked deeper inside the giantess’s maw and saw the back of her throat, the gateway to her esophagus, a dark squelching tunnel that led to the inside of her stomach, marked overhead by her bobbing uvula.
Timmy felt a shiver run through his body; he was old enough to know what happened when food was eaten and ends up in his stomach. Remembering his task, Timmy tossed down the first grape onto Hippolyta’s tongue. The instant the grape hit her taste buds, Hippolyta quickly sealed her lips shut, bringing the grape to her molars and compressing it with a crunch.
Timmy watched with fascination as the giantess’s jaws made quick work of the grape. He could hear every juicy crunch with each motion of her jaws, and her deep, nasally breathing to accompany the music of her mastication. After a few seconds, the giantess swallowed, her neck bobbing inward to send the crushed remains of the grape down to her stomach while her mouth opened for more.
For the next several grapes, Timmy repeated this routine, sending the fruit into Hippolyta’s mouth to be chewed, swallowed, and digested without ever dropping one by accident. With a few more grapes left in the bunch, Timmy plucked another one to feed the giantess.
What happens next?
1.) Timmy successfully completes the task.
2.) Timmy unsuccessfully completes the task.
3.) Timmy falls into her open mouth!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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