Belly Tease
There's little I love more than a nice, slow, belly tease. Preferably by a giant.
Sitting before a mountainous gut, each slow breath expanding it, moving it close enough to just brush past a little person's face before it drifts away again. But never too far away. Its girth is too vast and plump to ever be too far away. Sticking out before its tiny guest, waiting to have them join.
Maybe the giant is too full for one more bite. Rather it be from food or however many unfortunate souls it took to leave the swollen belly in such a state. Bubbles and groans rippling through layers of fat, sloshing around the inhabitants with stomach acid. The faint sound of screaming beneath it's fleshy surface nearly drowned out from it's gurgles. Regardless of what came to fill the great belly before, the lone observer knows they'll be next inside.
Maybe the behemoth's great gut is empty. The moist grumbles of hunger making the hefty middle tremble a bit. Ready to own all before it--no matter how small.
