Ease Your Woes and Swallow Me Whole

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Vice-Principal Luna, Equestria Girls, Porn, Fetish
Length: 5084

Some fetishes aren't realized. Or the reality is nothing to the fantasy. But Luna has the chance of her desire of swallowing another to be as she dreamed. Will offering her body to the inch-tall Lucky Star be enough of a good deal? Will she accept?

Some fetishes aren't realized. Or the reality is nothing to the fantasy. But Luna has the chance of her desire of swallowing another to be as she dreamed. Is offering her body to the inch-tall Lucky Star be enough of a good deal? Will she accept?

One way to find out, folks.

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Published 2020-01-09 04:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-09 04:30:01 UTC

Together Once More

Ease Your Woes and Swallow me Whole
B_25 & Alexshark

Luna scraped the chair against the floor, sweeping her legs into the air as they then crossed over the other, both feet collecting atop the other onto the desk. She leaned back as her bound chest jutted out. Arms intersecting against the back of her head, she sighed, wondering what to make of her current situation.

Both students, normal and tiny, had barged into her office. Simple report so a precedent could be set. The two seemed to resolve the matter by themselves. But it was the behaviour itself that caught Luna off guard.

Lucky Star had been swallowed by the other girl.

Vice Principal Luna had let them off with the warning to make up and not do it again. But even as they left her office—ideas of what happened played in her head. That tiny girl being held by fingertips over pressed lips. Both of them parting, opening, to reveal the upright, cavernous maw below.

Those fingers letting go and the tiny girl falling inside. Landing on the bedding of a tongue, sloshing around on spit, warmed by the dampness of the cave. Gazing out from inside the lips to the gigantic world beyond the mouth. Knowing it all soon to be gone.

And then a tilt of the head. Everything going upright as the slippery surface of slathered taste buds sliding Lucky's tiny body backward. The tongue raising vertical like a wave—its tip curving overhead. All while the back of the chamber loomed ever close behind her. Dimness becoming darkness.

Then the swallow.

No amount of fighting or wiggling or yelling or screaming could do anything to change the fate of the little one. Maybe only in appealing to the mercy of the giant—Lucky's destiny no longer her own—would save her from descending the tunnel into the depths of the giant girl.

The thrashing of her miniature body would be delicious. Beating back the broad tongue rising ever higher in the cave. Her body slowly rolling down it like a horrible slide leading her to the place of fears. Swinging arms would be nothing once tossed back there. The velvet walls of her throat clamping around her body, hugging it firmly, making sure they'd never let go regardless of what happened.

Luna had stuffed a hand down the front of her shirt, fingers digging beneath the brim of her cup, constricted palm rising over the swell of her breast. Clamping the peak of softness while tweaking her tit between two stroking and pumping fingers. She would have tended another hand, of course, had it not been set on her throat, tracing down the smooth skin, loving the fantasy of a pressure welling outward from the place.

How Lucky would wiggle and turn all to be stuck within the space, hugged all around, lathered in saliva, sent downward, all the outside of her moving prison pushed in by giant fingers. Passing through the throat and sinking behind the giant swells of the chest, the fingers crossing through the valley of her breasts until settling on her stomach.

And the feeling of something being spat out into her innermost chamber.

Luna rolled in her chair while her fat, warm tush rocked in the seat, unable to handle this new strain of pleasure. It wasn't something done by normal stimulation. Different means brought about different joys. And this one touched her in the strangest yet greatest way possible.

But imagination was never enough to do the trick. Her mouth and throat and belly would never feel so great and grand without one so tiny and weak compared against them. She'd only become big once something small was against her. Her imagination was clever but could only take her so far.

Most fantasies and fetishes weren't meant to come true in reality.

But this would be the once change where all three intervened.

Embodied in the body of the inch tall girl.

The only question being.

Would Luna go for it?

Lucky Star rode in the cupped palm of the woman, not quite sure either what to say or do. She'd come into her class after the bell had rung, asked to talk once all the other students were gone, and promised her following after-school classes could be missed without a report sent home.

And now she brought her back to her office, all when everyone had gone home, entering her private quarters. Luna locked the door and drew the blinds. The room was already soundproofed to ensure private discussions kept that way. But now it seemed that use would serve a different purpose.

Darkness lifted. The creamy palm of smooth midnight swallowed the light of the world as the cupped hand above floated out of the way. Her grounding then lowered to the landscape that was the desk, setting her on the front of its sprawling edge—before the giant woman took a seat before her.

“Lucky Star... you came to me a few days before with the proof that you're able to be swallowed without much harm.” Lucky could barely take the size of the woman into her eyes. She spanned far too high and low, left and right for a fraction of any direction to be captured within her gaze. “Do you mean to tell the truth on the matter? Not that this is an official inquiry... but rather of personal interest.”

Lucky craned her head back to find no help with that at all. The fatness of Luna's breast protruded like mountains, broad and round and vast, impossibly full, nearly blocking gaze of her distant face. “Sunset believes in drinking water for breakfast. Didn't stay inside her long to seriously be harmed.” Her head sunk to the left. “It was oddly pleasant—in a strange way.”

And then she blinked. “Why do you ask, vice principal?”

“P-Please... call me Luna.” The poor giant woman tried to play herself off as cool. Her buttoned shirt undone halfway down her chest, allowing her breasts to jut out. They were mountains made of light blue butter that jiggled ever so slightly. “And in t-truth, I was... wondering if I could strike a deal with you.”

“Strike a deal, huh?” Lucky already knew where all of this was going with a grin. Gazing upward revealed the fattest mountains of boobs she ever hoped to be lost between. Below, the cavernous skirt floated up to reveal the white panties clinging to Luna's broad bottom. “Why do I have a feeling I know where this is going, bossy lady?”

Seemed like that struck some confidence striking up Luna's giant frame. “Guess there's no beating around the bush with this one, is there? Fine then.” She cleared her throat, uncrossed her legs and pushed her seat back with her feet. The view of inside her skirt grew as the slope of white cotton sloped to better meet the curve of her crotch. “One of my fantasies in this world is the playing and swallowing of a little one. Now I mean to bring you no harm in any of this. You'll be safe regardless of what happens between us—I'll make sure of that.”

“Protecting me with all your different kinds of softness, huh?” Lucky giggled but then licked her lips. She was staring at the wide field of cotton tucked so deeply within that colosseum of the surrounding fabric. Wanting no more than to be the tiniest bulge from inside that underwear. “But Sunset swallowed me out of mistake. You want to do it with intent. How do I know you won't let me out of your big bad belly once you're done?”

Luna smirked from above but, from the added size to her being now, it was easy to spot the twitches coursing in the holding of it. Mere bravado to cover not only how nervous she was even going about this—but how desperate she was to have it happen. It was adorable. Cute in a very sexy way.

“Because I am prepared to make it worth your while.” Lucky snickered as she was already okay with the request—but the giantess continued to struggle with her nervousness. “I already know your love of women. Do you not find me fine? Full in all the places you may crave to crawl around?”

Most certainly she was. Lucky was becoming jealous of the view underneath that skirt. Of those supple cheeks curved to perfection against the seat, lifting the mass of her body, all while looking deliciously warm and soft with the broad underwear tight around their scale.

Entering between them might have been a treat, indeed.

Lucky went to agree—only for the giant to speak first.

“If you agree to go with my silly request, since all of you will be at the command of my belly, it is only fair that my body obeys the full command of you until then.” Luna shifted in her seat and swiped an extended arm to collect the small girl—bringing her slowly, in a soft slap, against her belly. “But surely you must love being in a place? Being a part of the innermost part of a woman.”

Far far above, the hazy head of the woman rolled back, teased on by her own words. She seemed pleased with herself, though jittery because of it, looking unsure of how much of her desires were coming out. “None come out of a stomach of another without either being terrified or trembling to go back in. Don't I have the most delightfully-fit middle? It would be compact in there. You'd like to be inside there.”

Lucky was rubbed through the shirt and could feel the tautness of the belly on the other side. Being spread across the broad landscape was warming and soft and teasing of what was to come next. But there were other things she'd rather do.

“I could go about my day with you tucked so deeply inside of me,” Luna purred the words from the place of clouds, “inside my tight belly covered by my shirt. Even if I was to lay down on my bed naked—I wouldn't think twice about looking at my slender stomach. It wouldn't look different to me despite being a chamber to you.”

Luna rocked her mighty hips. “Don't you want to come wherever I go from the innermost part of me?”

“Luna!” Lucky screamed with a chorus of giggles following suit. “We already have a deal! I don't being a part of your body if it means I get to play with it first!” Despite the blurs caused by the distance between them—the rising hue of red spoke for itself. “But from here on out, your giant body is under my control! At least until I reach the parts of you that act by themselves.”

The giant woman seemed scared but nodded her head anyway, putting Lucky back on the desk. From there she tried to sit tall—bust handing out and panty-clad crotch exposed—though nervousness still wrecked her. “What is it you desire of me, little one?”

“You've made it a case to show off that wonderful rack of yours, right?” In truth, they were juices too. Both of those plump hills of creamy blue retrained barely by the domes of black fabric. How desperately she wanted those mountains to wobble freely and fully naked. “You're going to take that shirt off nice and slow. Then you're going to do the same with your bra and then toss it into the desk.”

Luna seemed to get cheeky with that one as if confirmation her body was put on a show for a good reason. She scooted closer as her titanic chest gave a giant wobble. Tons and tons of baking and tasty fatness jiggling—though retrained by the confines of the bra.

Something that wouldn't last for much longer.

Those narrow bridges made of fingers pushed on the buttons made vaults, each pushing through the towering slit, one by one, going ever downward, allowing the further release of the bound bust. That was until the bottom blew away and the mass of Luna's rack exploded into freedom.

With a smile, the giant pulled the fabric from her shoulders, yanking them down and throwing the article off. Only thing left was the structure of her bra. Densely stitched and thickly black. Warmed like a summer afternoon from the masses they struggled to contain.

Luna never broke eye contact with the tiny on the table, knowing the smaller girl was completely fixated on her breasts and, if she was addicted to all things related to her chest, then that wish would become fulfilled.

Her fingers unclasped the final clip to her bra—but held the strap back. Keeping pressure to keep from her puppies being free just yet. Slowly, her hands gripping the straps passed over her shoulders. The domes of black slipping from the peaks of her azure hills.

Bubblegum breasts stretched outward with a mixture of hardness bound in softness greater than any tower. They flicked, faintly, from so heavily impaling the interior of the cup. Those same cups now hanging in the air, blocking the light of the bulbs akin to the sun, their shadows consuming the tiny girl with ease.

“Have fun.”

Lucky gaze up at the twin moons as the bra fell onto her, their fabric rims clattering against the table, housing her in a sphere once composed of boob-flesh. Their rich scent of bath salts lingered in the air—as did the baking aroma rendering the place into a sauna.

It took a bit of wandering but, from the trembles shivering beneath the ground, and the loud thud coming afar and in-front, the tiny girl carried on within the dome. She reached its rim, not strong to hope to lift even a fraction of its side. So she lowered to the floor, crawling through the frilly edge, coming up to a sight that nearly devoured her eyes.

Both mountains of breasts laid on the table, the undersides of their mass flattening against the wood, everything spilling out in a pool of squish. They looked so round and warm and inviting. Everything she craved to see now set on display. Those breasts were so high that they would require a ride to them.

Luna seemed to have seen her request for, in the swiping of her hand over the little one, her fingers set Lucky on the swollen breast. She split her legs for the contact, riding the hardness as her body leaned down to hug it, her frame embracing it.

“Is that what you like? To ride upon the nipple of a giant woman?” Luna laughed as she sat back in her chair, feeling beyond powerful in something like her tit holding a tiny. It was exactly this she craved. “None would know if I put my bra back on. You'd be pressed against my tit as I went about my day. Endure their jiggles and wobbles and forced to hug my hardness harder.”

Luna's hand claimed her other mountain, kneading the collection of buttery dough that spilled between her fingers, moaning louder with an element of rawness. The woman hadn't been pleased in quite some time. Much less like this. “But you don't have much of an issue with that, do you? Maybe you're the naughty student that likes to be bossed around by a big sexy woman.”

Lucky was lost in her world, rocking her hips up and down the shaft of the tit, feeling it beat into the crotch of her pants, quivering through the fabric of her panties, pressing against her pussy with the mass that she craved. Her hands stroked across the surface, every bump pleasant to the skin, the heat radiant beneath the skin, always warming her palms to perfection.

“I must admit that you look rather cute down there.” Lucky gave a long thrust across the nipple, hips out, front leaning back, gazing back to the sight above. The monolithic face of the vice-principal gazed down at her, a speck on her chest, clearly amused with the view. “But surely you want more than just my breast?”

Lucky nearly couldn't hear her through the haze of her pleasure. Pulling back her hips showed only the wetness stained to the crotch of her jeans. She was soaking now. Pleasing herself freely. Craving more of it. Nodding before the fingers could claim her once more.

The plushness of the fingertips pressed on her waist, a lift lasting only a second before she hovered before the giant's face. They didn't spend a long time looking at each other. Only enough for Lucky to be drawn for a quick kiss—before the puckered lips pushed her away.

Lucky knew her destination before the fall. Both breasts jutted far out as the giant pushed her chest the same, grinning, knowing her own intent. Delicious to know her boobs would be the one to catch and break the small girl's fall. Her pelting, against her right breast, a tingly delight.

The tiny girl slammed into the broad peak of the hill, sinking into the softness only for it to rebound, throwing her into the air as she landed again, a sexy kind of trampoline. Her impact was at its starting in-ward curve. Lucky flipped onto her stomach on the slope, crawling upward while gravity tugged down on her ankles. The giant lady laughed at her attempts. Her massive swells jiggled out of response, a heavy bounce smacking the poor girl into their depths.

Lucky turned in the air with a cry as the pond of darkness loomed below. The two curved walls tucking together, forming a tight crevice. Her little body sunk into the lake and slipped into the pre-heated crack, the boobs around her ever so softly wobbling from the impact—settling only when she was devoured.

Luna sat back in her seat with utter satisfaction plastered to her face. She sat back and crossed a leg over the other, staring into her cleavage. Two tiny legs spouted from the divot, kicking, little bottom swinging around. So adorable to look at. Filling out those jeans ever so slightly.

Maybe a crush was forming on her student after all. Raising a finger to the bottom of the girl, Luna felt the minuscule squish fill out against her tip, the padding of the jeans supplement coarseness to the perfect. Satisfied, her finger impaled inward, deeply sinking the girls into her depths.

“Mmhmmm... I-I must say... t-there are plenty who risk a glance at my chest...” Luna brought both hands to her exposed summits, clamping and kneading their sensitivity, every moan a milking of their pleasure. “N-None would see you. I wouldn't think twice when seeing my chest filling out my shirt. Even now, I can hardly see you at all.”

Then her heads spread the mass of her orbs apart, freeing the pebble in-between to fall across the natural slope of her frame—until Luna let go. Both breasts swung through the air and clapped in the middle, slapping the tiny in-between them, trapping her within their depths.

“And now I can't see you at all! So deep within my bosom that it wouldn't be enough to send fingers after you.” Luna stood with a wobble to her midnight globes, feeling their rubbing utterly rolling the little one within. “Have to spread my chest wide and take the pressure of their sides off you. Can hardly move in there, can you? Maybe even with my body under your command—there's still too much for you to handle.”

From inside the chest that jiggled with every step, the tiny girl was wedged within the slit between the two massive orbs, leaning with its natural curve. Due to the softness of the walls, her body impressed into either one slightly, creating a pocket she could wiggle and breathe within.

But there wasn't anything else she could do after that. Only that the wobbles of the wall would slide her up and down, that if one did more so than the other, than she'd endure the full force of boob rising and dropping against her. It wasn't so bad and the heat was optimal at best.

Though everything was heard. Thundering of distant footsteps bolted like electricity up the titanic frame, the vast voltage quivering through her quarters. Hammerings of the heart surged through one of the walls, when her ear was pressed firmly against the orb, hearing her heartbeat like it was echoing from the end of a hall.

Gravity shifted. Lucky yelped as rolling walls fell in a wobble away from her. Her body pelted the harder surface of the pale sternum, seeing the broadest bottom of the breasts sink to the side. The valley was narrow—but at least she could stand.

“It would appear the little one has survived the trip from my massive chest,” Luna's voice echoed from behind and, when Lucky dared to gaze over her shoulder, she spotted the massive face of the woman in the distance. She was lying back—desk cleared off. “But surely a girl promising to spend a night in my stomach wants more than a little boob time?”

Luna's hands raised into the clouds as they soared through the air, the descent of their fingers coming beneath the brim of her skirt, pulling at a zipper before tugging everything down. Once it reached her hazy feet, they kicked the article to the side, the crashing of fabric nearly sounding like a storm.

And then those same hands slapped down onto the landscape of the indigo belly. Stroke after stroke, up and down, left and right, the last few done in a circle. She was teasing her stomach for the treat that would be arriving. Getting the skin warm and sensitive for the little feet pelting across its field of blue.

“You're small and cute, my little Lucky Star.” Luna laughed that gave rise to her chest, the tautness of her belly flexing out, the subtle muscles of her abdomen appearing across the lands. Her fingers swept in over them, nestling beneath the brim of her cotton underwear. “But don't think that makes you good enough to get my panties off just yet. But... surely someone of your size shouldn't have any issue crawling in!”

Lucky Star was already walking out of the valley as the words rumbled beneath her feet. The bottom swells of both breasts faded in the corners of her eyes as she escaped the spacious chest with her life. The expanse of the belly spanned vastly to the sides, out of her sight. Those thighs spanning into hazes and blurs as the long legs thinned into the horizon.

What was clear—a little too clear, perhaps—were the fingers pulling up against the brim. Holding them out and up, more than they had to... but done without a doubt for effect. Luna must have been grinning behind her as both girls stared into the deepness of her underwear.

“You can do whatever you please once you get inside of there—maybe even find your way to the backside if that's your thing.” Luna laughed while gales of her breath blew over the lands of her belly. “But you better get in there quick. I'm not sure how long my fingers can hold up such heavy underwear! It looks just as big to me... when I see you standing before it.”

Lucky Star couldn't say anything as she was beckoned toward the natural landmark of woman, gazing across its curved veiling of cotton, the white stitching a wonder to behold. How dense the padding felt on the eye. She came below the brim as it spanned a parking lot. Her feet sunk into the grounding of the belly—rumbles teasing her as to where she'd be going.

Entering the underwear struck two new things to the sense. Heat and smell. The temperature wasn't boiling but enough to make sunlight jealous. There was a taste to the air and its name was musk. Bittersweet to the tongue and bloating the lungs with a strange womanly freshness.

The first trek pulled her across the thatch of darkened blue fuzz. Conditioned into softness as the highest vines were silky to her exploring hands. Planting her palms on a few while she walked by—feeling lost in a jungle; strands of hairs now trees to her.

“Enjoy yourself in there!” By the time Lucky's head snapped over her shoulder, the wide brim came crashing from the sky, the elastic snapping to the waist, rumbling throughout the land. She latched onto a thick strand of pubic fuzz, inhaling its fragrance: rich musk embedded within hairs. “I'm sure you'll find what you're looking for... T-TIA!?”

What? Lucky struggled from foot to foot, unable to hand the rocking of the grounding. She hugged the bunch of hairs even though they reeked of sex, watching the groin raise into the air—as a distant tower did the same. Why was Luna sitting up now that Lucky was inside her underwear?

“Now if this isn't a sight! One of my administrations found abusing her office for a use other than work.” That voice wasn't Luna—but someone equally as familiar. Lucky stared up beyond the tips of towering hairs to the sloped ceiling of white panties. Nothing could be made out through the thick stitching. “Calls for you to be punished. But... I suppose I do owe you for a wonderful job done last time.”

If the deepest scent of a woman hadn't been thickly inflated into Lucky's lungs, the inch-tall woman might have feared for her life. Getting caught in the underwear of another woman wasn't how she hoped to be found nor reported afterward. Letting go of the strand, she fell, falling for a few inches —her back slamming into the bottom curve of the underwear.

“Lie down and allow your big sister to handle the rest.”

It wasn't a request, but rather, a command given. Something larger than the giant came crashing against her, edging her body back to the desk and, as a result, causing her panties to become tight around her bottom once more. The cotton cot Lucky laid back in suddenly flexed and lifted—pinning her between the towering folds of the monolithic pussy.

She wiggled between the folds, both of then slick with slime and lathering over her body, each suckling on her frame. They rubbed, one after the other, swallowing her slowly onto their depths. The poor girl turned around from inside the slit, the broad wall of cotton showing another horror.

The feeling of a face hovering on the other side.

It was true for the wall of cotton, vast and thick and strong in stitching, easily pressed inward from the mass on the other side. No doubt Celestia with her face buried into her sister's crotch, sinking into the fabric, eating her out despite the barrier in-between.

Lucky yelped as the game plan changed. With her body tucked between the folds, she shimmied to the side, sliding past the lips of the folds. They consumed her with glee as she passed through their thickest barrier—the door closing together, locking her within.

And maybe she would have been safe... had the fingers not entered. Two long pillars of alabaster parting the might lips, pushing into the depths, unintentionally catching the tiny girl underneath their tips. Celestia didn't seem to notice as she pumped the already clenched pussy with growing speeds, crushing the girls against the closing walls, rubbing her at speeds to blurring the confines to her eyes.

Luna gave a cry from around and beyond as her walls clenched together, hugging the tiny girl within their epicentre as the finger bid a fast retreat. Juices welled as the dam finally burst. In the following release came the torrents of milky-honey, swirling together and gushing outward, set for the agape lips and the distant barrier of underwear.

Hope was useless for Lucky as the pussy spat and splashed her out, her body catching to the slope of the panties, directly onto the crotch—the target for the pouring juices. They crashed like a waterfall, soaking her to the bone. It'd take weeks of showering to not smell like Luna's pussy.

“You keep panting in here for a while,” the voice of the other woman pulled away, followed by the distant thuds of footsteps. Creaking of a door following. Giggles now roaring laughter to the little one. “And have those panties off by the time I come back. Still a few toys I left in the drawer.”

The other giant faded away.

Lucky wasn't aware of the fingers wrapping around her body until she was lifted out from the underwear. Her limp body soared over the large hills nestled below the giant woman. Luna had set on the desk, panting with her tongue out, eyes lost to the world, their glint the only thing present.

Luna gazed at her like a hungry predator.

Before opening her maw wide and tossing the little one in like a snack. Her lips closed at once, and she brought the tip of her tongue pinned the little one behind the bath of her bottom teeth. It found itself nestled between her legs, pushing and flicking, enough to make the small one scream, cumming in her pants and panties.

And while she sat panting in the giant cave of a mouth, put in much the same state as the one that encompassed her—a voice rumbled all around her. “Seems like there's a new reason to swallow you now. Can't have Celestia finding out we did this. But you'll be nice and hidden in my tummy—won't you?”

The tip of the tongue slithered beneath her bottom, tossing the tiny girl across the length of the maw. Luna tilted her head back at the same time—swallowing. The back of the cavernous throat caught the tiny girl, sending her down the long, velvet tunnel—all while fingers followed her descent.

Until she was spat out into the chamber of the slender belly.

Luna giggled like she was drunk. She slapped the spot, rousing the one inside to sputter around, tucked and trapped in her innermost portion of her body. None would see a bulge and, even if Celestia kissed around her tightness like she usually did—she wouldn't think a small girl was trapped inches behind the places she was kissing.

Which would only make all that would come next all the more naughty.