VIDEOS

Watch what happens when devious Giantess Ceara finds a tiny little man. Like a cat to a mouse, she plays with her prey before the . Teasing him with big licks and exposing her giant white teeth. After a few "innocent" tastes she just can't help herself and picks him up and drops him into her mouth. He screams as she chews him up but dies quickly. She moans in delight as she swallows and feels him sliding down her throat and into her stomach where he digests and will eventually be waste. Must have for gts/vore fans. Lots of close ups of the mouth, tongue, teeth and throat.

Custom Clip: "We are at a holiday party at our house. You (my sitter) are dressy wearing a dress and pantyhose. Your uncrossing and crossing your legs giving a slight peak up your skirt unintentionally and notice me sitting across from you staring at you legs. You think it's weird but can't believe I'd be staring at you like that. You slightly open your legs giving another slight peak up your skirt and you definitely catch me staring this time. You get up and not to bring attention to yourself you politely ask if you can talk to me in your room. Once we get to your room you start laying into me. Humiliating me for looking at my own sitter and even in front of people. After a while you soften up and start to feel bad for me. You tell me that you didn't by me a Christmas present and how you just thought of something better than anything you could buy. "This will be the best present you ever got....I'm going to let you jerk your cock in front of me. That's right. Aren't I the best sister ever?" You lift up your skirt showing satin fullback panties underneath your pantyhose. You give me jerk off instructions like asking if I like my sitter's panties. After some ass teasing you take off your pantyhose and tease me some more with your panties. After a while I cum with the help of your instruction and you are amazed how much comes out say something like OMG you must have really enjoyed this. You tell me that if I ever want to get a present like this again from you that I'm going to need to spend a LOT of money on your presents this year."

It's time to treat your addiction. Get on your knees. There's a good boy. Now, understand this; your addiction will never be cured, only treated. Now suck on my heels and worship me. Mmmm, you like that don't you? Yes this is quite a "treat." Your mind is simply consumed by me at all times, you just can't help yourself.

Custom clip: "I play a loser with Social Anxiety disorder. You take on the role of a kind of "mock-therapist", although really this translates to be something more like a mocking humiliatrix rather than any kind of therapy. Verbal humiliation, with lovely face closeup, with your wearing your infamously perfect lipstick and lovely makeup. Hairstyle maybe in pigtails or something similar. Basic idea is extreme humiliation, humiliating me, mocking me, and laughing at me for having social anxiety disorder. You might start off by telling me how ridiculous it is that I have social anxiety disorder….mocking me saying things like "Are you s-s-s-s-scared of people?!"..(doing a mock stutter)….or something like "OMG…here's a group of people… I'm SHAKING I'M SHAKING…help me"…..(laughing and pretending that your wrists are shaking)……or saying things like "Can you even c-c-c-c-c-c-construct a sentence?"….Loads of room for verbal humiliation improvisation, using mocking keywords like SCARED, and FFFRIGHTENED OF PPPPEOPLE etc etc. You might suddenly stop what you're saying and pretend to go red in the face, and then mockingly say "OMG what's this…I"M GOING RED IN THE FACE…OH NO.. OH NO …THERE MUST BE PEOPLE ABOUT…" (laughing). After mocking me for sometime, you tell me how it really it is: How you imagine me sitting alone in a small room with my therapist, me telling her how much of a loser I am, and all my freakish secrets, while she pretends to listen and acts all serious, while trying not to burst out into fits of laughter on how much of a scared pussy I am. You tell me that when she gets home she probably laughs out loud with her friends and maybe you tell me you feel sorry for her. ….Because the truth is: I'm just a PUSSY. A pathetic SCARED LITTLE MAN. SCARED OF LIFE. SCARED OF GIRLS. SCARED OF PEOPLE. SCARED OF EVERYTHING. You tell me that there IS NO SUCH THING AS SOCIAL ANXIETY DISORDER - it's just a word they made up to make me feel better. ….and EVERYONE knows it. My therapist knows it. You know it. You continue to lay it down thick and fast with extreme humiliation, and at the end maybe you lay down some seriously extreme therapy tips of your own. Perhaps something like: Scared of people? Then STAY HOME, LOCK YOUR LITTLE DOOR NICE AND SHUT AND TIGHT AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM SOCIETY. SCARED OF WOMEN? GREAT! DON"T BOTHER US AND WE WON"T BOTHER YOU. etc etc Maybe a few more stuttering keywords like FFFFFREAK and PPPUUSSY at the end, before you smile and fade out with middle finger."