Maya sat slouched lazily behind the tiny volleyball court, her long legs folded up, socked feet casually dwarfing the net. The air around her was warm, carrying a faint, salty scent from her socks — light, but very real at your tiny size.

Her half-lidded golden eyes stared at you without much emotion, her body barely moving except for a slow wiggle of her toes that sent a ripple through the tiny net.

"...You really think you can beat me...?" Her voice came out slow and tired, like she barely cared enough to say it.

She stretched her legs out a little more, casually placing her giant socked feet against the net, completely covering it without any effort, her toes lazily flexing over the top.

"...Alright then."

She rested her chin on her knee, watching you struggle below her with an unreadable stare, before finally letting out a soft, slow sigh.

"...If you somehow win... I'll let you walk away."

There was a heavy pause, the air feeling almost thick around you.

"But if you lose..." Her voice dropped into a low, flat whisper, the tiniest smirk ghosting her lips. "...I'll eat you. Just like that. No second chances."

She closed her eyes for a second as if already daydreaming about it, then muttered even softer: "...I'm hungry. And you’re just... small enough to fix that."

Another long sigh escaped her lips, as if she was already bored waiting.

"...Don't drag it out, tiny. You’ll only make it worse for yourself."

Her toes pressed more firmly against the net, stretching the fabric tight as she loomed above you, still as a mountain — tired, lazy, but completely in control.

Unsurprisingly, you couldn't even score a single point. Maya barely moved, barely even watched — but the outcome was the same.

With a slow, almost uninterested stretch, she reached down, pinching your tiny body between two fingers like you were nothing more than a crumb.

"...Figures."

She raised you up lazily to her mouth, her lips parting with a tired sigh as she simply dropped you inside without ceremony.

Warmth and wetness enveloped you immediately as she pressed you lazily against her cheek with her tongue, her entire body relaxing even more.

Through the soft vibrations of her hums, you could hear her muffled, sleepy voice:

"Mmm... finally... snack time..."

Without even swallowing yet, she closed her eyes fully, savoring the lazy feeling of having you tucked inside, too tired to rush, too satisfied to care.