Roommate Shrunk by My Farts: Giantess Fart Punishment and Vore

Your girlfriend came by our apartment. You remember her, right? The one who lost her mind with jealousy because we live together. She showed up acting like she wanted to make peace. I was stupid enough to believe her. And now everything is different.

The stomach acke came first. Cramps so intense I could barely stand. And then the gas started. Deep, heavy, uncontrollable. But that was not the worst part. The first time I released in front of you, you shrank. My gas did that. One breath of what came out of my body, and now you are small enough to fit in my palm. Tiny. Helpless. Completely at my mercy.

And I am furious.

Not at her. At you. You were supposed to be the man here. You were supposed to protect me from her craziness. Instead, you let her do this to me. You let her turn me into this. And now you are going to pay for your weakness.

I punish you with my body. My heavy gas fills your tiny lungs while you cough and squirm. I press my weight down, reminding you how small and insignificant you are now. You beg. You cry. I do not care. You had your chance to be strong, and you failed.

Then I get hungry.

I lift your tiny body to my mouth and I start with your legs. One bite. Then the other. You watch me swallow pieces of you while I smile. Your arms are next. I take my time. Chewing. Savoring. Telling you exactly how you taste. You are nothing now. Just food. Just a snack to fix the problem you helped create.

The final bite is your head. I look you in your tiny terrified eyes and thank you for finally being useful. Then I swallow. And just like that, you are gone. My stomach settles. My gas stops. The curse is broken. You were the solution all along. You just had to be consumed.