Fuck it, people are meant to be food for you now. Why let anyone go until you absolutely can't eat anymore?
Your shadow falls over an escaping group of scared adults, some of whom had seen you gobble up those other guys a moment ago. You bend down and trap about 20 of them in your huge fist. Giggling, you see their terrified faces as your clenched hand hangs over your wide open mouth. Then, with a quick release, the mass of shrunken people is dropped from the confines of your palm deep into your maw. You shut it tight and chew, loving the taste of it all. After a minute or so, you get ready to swallow the big mound of masticated tinies and the few still left alive.
*GULP*
A noticeable lump travels down your throat, and vanishes beyond your collarbone. Then, you feel a satisfying filling sensation as your stomach expands to fit the latest meal. In total, about 30-40 tiny people, digested, chewed up, or otherwise, are cramped within your belly. Your bloated tummy gurgles fiercely, starting to digest the new food. You proudly let out an earth-rattling burp while patting your noisy stomach. The tiny people still left below you look up at the sound of that belch to find a giant 9 year old with a round, pale distended belly echoing with rumbles.
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