A symphony of squelches and crunches fills the air as our giantess delights in her muffin massacre. Her ballerina flats, once pristine, are now caked with the remnants of her sweet victims. She grinds her heels into the soft, yielding surfaces, feeling the muffin's tender insides give way to her every step. As she dances, she revels in the power, the control, the sheer, sticky satisfaction of reducing these baked goods to a sticky, crumby pulp.