Detention in a Stomach

Detention in a Stomach
B_25 & AlexShark

Lucky's immunity to humiliation was due to her whole life being humiliating, so in undergoing its constant practices, her skin became resistant to it. Her desk parked on the corner of a far greater one. Polished wood swept into the distance as the world of the classroom then loomed to the distance.

Math sucked.

Lucky looked behind her seat to see the voluminous hand of whiteness hovering over the thin sea of paper. Her pencil thicker than a pillar as its heft was held easily by the fingers pinched into it. The scratching was deafening as the graphite plotted out the mathematical answers on the page.

Celestia's she's blowing through that.

Lucky stared from the hand to the arm as it trekked upward into its recess in the sky; a monolithic hoodie worn by the girl as her shades remained on. Vinyl had been a math wiz to none else knowing. That. Or Lucky was an idiot when it came to math.

More like I'm an idiot when it comes to most things. Like cheating. Because that's what I'm about to do!

She cracked an intense grin at thinking her name was about to come into use. Hard to know if someone was cheating if they're only an inch tall! Lucky continued looking back, the giant not minding, keeping with the task. This would be an easy crime indeed.

Lucky turned back to her desk and, with the gigantic numbers at the bottom of her vision now burnt in, copied them onto the page. None would assume she'd cheated in looking back. The world was an awfully large place to her. None could be certain where she was looking.

“Ah-hem.”

Except one teacher.

Aw shit. Knew I was an idiot.

Lucky scrunched her eyes in turning in her seat, looking over the edge of wood, how it curved down, a velvet skirt set as the backdrop. It was a dense fabric and the violet was powerful on the eye. It bound her to look up. Craning her neck to lofty highs to see the pissed off teacher in the sky.

“Miss Lucky?'

Lucky swallowed. “Yes your highness?”

“You already know cheating is a strict violation of the rules of this school.” Harshwhinny crossed her arms underneath the immense bust of her top, creamy brown forearms forced to lift mountains, the pair bunching in their heft in being levitated. “Taking advantage of a friend to ensure you academically learn nothing. This is a character flaw.”

Lucky nodded her head slowly. “You have a way of phrasing things that make me feel terrible about myself.”

“The power of that terribleness is the cue and energy to want to do better next time.” Harshwhinny's arms fell to her sides as the power of her mountains were set free. “That is the punishment you inflict on yourself; detention is what the school inflicts to ensure you wallow in that terribleness. Lacking that, detention, of course, provides you with another terribleness in the attempt to serve the same purpose.”

Lucky blinked a thousand times with a face taken more in confusion than anger. “Do you really love your teaching or is all this a side passion for you?”

Half of Harshwhinny's face was obscured by her girls. Her stoic face was all that remained above it. Professionally styled blond hair to add supersizing beatify to the older woman. She wasn't unattractive. That was for sure. “Enough of your jests. Stay at your seat after class. Detention will commence then.”

Even though it was her funeral, the tiny gave a salute, knowing it would cost her extra in that punishment. “Aye aye cap'm.”

Harshwhinny didn't bat an eye at that. Rather the titan kept forward in her approach down the lane between desks. Her side marched high and fell low to the thundering of a footstep below. It crashed and crashed with each seconds apart. Off marched the poised beast as she looked to the students that raised their heads.

Huh.

And that left her posterior exposed as well, plump and round and straining the fabric, never to an intense degree—but enough to be notable. There was a curve to her rump the violet fabric had to roll around. It jostled on a step, breaking across in light waves, the wobble of each cheek nearly audible.

It wasn't long before the other giants rose from their desks in a flood toward the door, the bell ringing, the giants nothing but blurs afar. It was there stomping that was an issue. Lucky held her desk and everything on it, enduring the trembles until the faded, looking to the door to see the remaining stranglers.

Vinyl was there and signed her a message.

“I'll pray at your funeral.”

Lucky nodded and smiled and gave the okay sign with her hand.

Harshwhinny sat at her desk with the usual annoyance following her through life. With a palm to support the side of her head, she was left to devour the pages on her desk, the aces squared away, the problem children remaining the same. Never could she break through to them.

Much like the last generation and the one before them.

Her stomach growled and that brought a roll of the eyes. Typical sandwich and sides to ensure her waistline remained the same size. Eating healthy and to the same meals allowed the world to become easier. But something in keeping to the usual, regardless of how right or good it was, made way for a lacklustre experience.

“Yo! Um, M-Miss Harsh?” The ink of the page had blurred into blackness from the lack of focus from her eyes. She returned to life with a few blinks. Her gaze lifted from the desk to the many afar—a tiny one atop a larger one revealing the shrunken girl. “Or is it Whinny because it's your last name? Dang. You don't luck out on either of those, do you?”

Harsh's eyes narrowed in needing to stomp out the jokes and keep the air serious for the proper punishment to be inflicted. But all of that was draining. Same thing over and over if things were to go her way. “Miss Harsh will suffice.”

“Better to be known for being harsh than being whiny huh?” Lucky blinked in her looseness costing her another point in the terribleness that was supposed to come. Sitting in a room for an hour and maybe forced to do work. How dull. “Anyway. It's detention time soon right? You'll have to carry me there—unless you don't mind waiting a long few for me to get there.”

That tickled her spine. Holding the miniature girl? Something about holding another who could barely stand tall in her palms had a delightful factor over it. Looming over from behind with the little one barely an inch to the covered-stomach behind it. How appealing.

“If that is what needs to be permitted.” Harshwhinny pushed back from the desk and stood, travelling across the class to before the tiny, resting the back of her hands on the wood. Lucky got up and walked toward them, a hop down from her little platform, striding toward the tips of her fingers—as though she was approaching the open maw of a predator.

Lucky put her hands on the underside of the nail and pushed on it, climbing onto it and climbing a bit too quickly, slamming into the plush wall of brown. There came another tickle. Being so massive as for a fingertip to be like a boulder for another. The little one climbed over it all the same, walking across the finger with arms out to persevere balance.

Sometimes these students never lose their childish ways.

The tiny reached the center of her palms and proceeded to sit down, turning around to pump a thumbs up to the teacher. Harshwhinny nodded and rose the tiny across the vertical landscape of her front—ceasing at another growl from her stomach. Intensely she had become hungry.

And the weight on her hands was feeling like a meal.

This one... isn't she able to survive being in a stomach? Swallowed by Sunset Shimmer and found to be immune to stomach acids. She lifted the tiny before her face, with narrowed eyes and wider cheek, an urge to poke a tongue across her lips. I retained that tidbit for a reason. I wonder why? Perhaps...

Lucky had thought herself fucked in rising to downpouring currents of wind, the air changing in being held before the giant, cupped in a prison before her lips. She crawled back on the plush and heated skin, while the face ahead started to lean in, a dome blocking light as its shadowy form was all that remained.

Skin transitioned to bone as the smoothness of a knuckle rose beneath her bottom. Behind rose the curve of the towering fingers, tightly pressed together, creating a wall that she would be pinned into. Harshwhinny's stoic face mixed with the sinister of a predator as it bound toward her.

“W-Wait wait whoa!”

The tongue barrelled from the lips as the wave of pink assaulted her. It jabbed at her front, covering her all, shoes and jeans and top, face and everything, covered, by the smooth appendage. Its tip focused on her face and the exposed skin of her shoulders; around every place where there was a taste.

“Woah woah! Is this even legal! C'mon Miss Harsh!” But those words were bloated underneath the tongue; moans roamed from the giant at a violent pitch. Lucky laid back as the pressure of the tongue was too much. She lifted her hands as the underside of the tongue hovered overhead. “Just what are you—“

The pink structure akin to a bridge dropped, longer and wider in its approach, everything darkening beneath it. Holding up her arms bore no hope as the tongue crashed down, within the natural force of gravity, lying lazily atop her.

Lucky huffed. Nothing but sleek magenta with periodic bumps in the flesh. It was warm. Heated to a degree with a lathering of wetness to ensure its smoothness. It rolled in place, the force ensuring the same to her, sliding from knuckle to knuckle as massive and passive eyes watched from above.

Forcing her hands into the flesh did no favours. Only that it sank in it. Heated wetness coated her hands on contact. No amount of pushing could lift the heft off from her. Groaning in defeat, the little one waited.

Then her opponent let her go free.

“Quite interesting indeed.” Relief flooded throughout Lucky's body as the weight lifted. She watched as light flashed across the open palm. Overhead were tips of the curled fingers. In the distance, though, loomed the passive face of the predator. “My apologies for the lick. I needed to taste all of your flavours before I proposed my offer.”

Lucky sat up on the palm and leaned back on an arm, using her other hand to gesture to the air, putting on a show for the goddess watching from afar. There was nothing else but Harshwhinny's face. It was only her here and nothing else. None to know if something went wrong. “W-Why does it feel like I know where this is going?”

Harshwhinny nodded. “Indeed if the rumours are true.”

Lucky's face scrunched into itself. “So you want to eat me then?”

“That would be correct.” The woman shifted onto a hip, throwing her other hand there, a loose stance of power still commanding; her tired eyes never stopped at looking at her meal. “You possess the ability to survive in one's stomach. Today's salad isn't doing it for me. To devour another, knowing one is alive, tiny and inside of me, has an attractive component to it.”

Lucky scratched the back of her head. “It seems like most at this school would agree with you on that.” So this giantess wanted to devour her as well? There was something scary about it now. All the previous girls had been kind or unmeaning of swallowing her.

There were shy ones teased about how it was like. Others who made offers if they did her this one thing. Some people just wanted to keep the tiny nice and safe inside their tummy. All of them were appealing for the girls already were in that right.

But Harshwhinny was different. Older and nearly a stranger without a sense of life beyond dead eyes. Yet she craved to eat her. Looked at her like she was nothing more than a snack to plop inside her maw and swallow and think nothing more of the matter.

This could be one of the times she was devoured, tucked away in a stomach forever, forced to captivity unable to be escaped. This woman seemed like the type to get off to it as well. To know a student was locked and caged within the immensity of her body.

Yet all of this continued to be a turn on for the tiny.

Yup. I'm an idiot. One hundred percent a fool.

“I'd rather not eat that salad as boring as it is,” Harshwhinny's lips unfurled the words as each rang with a kind of power before unexplored. It was like being in the hands of Celestia—but without the gentleness or kindness or loved tucked behind it all. “And you would rather not attend detention that feels without end.”

Lucky turned her head away but her eyes could never leave the giant. “Are you... trying to make a deal with me?”

“I toss you in my salad like the topping you are and you are free to skip detention.” In the distance came the tilt of the giant's head, seeing her eyes search the sky in contemplation. “Perhaps you'll still be having it from inside of my stomach. But you are free to do as you wish there. You enjoy being eaten by others—do you not?”

Lucky blinked with an open mouth. “I... feel like there's no winning in answering that.”

“That is the deal.” Harshwhinny's head leaned forward, blocking out light from around it, her face becoming the prime focus. The parting of her lips revealed the glare across the shiny white teeth. How they lifted to show the inner-darkness of the maw. “Will you take it and come inside me?”

Will I be an idiot to the end?

Gazing down the titan of a woman confirmed it so. Below were the stacked mountains one wouldn't normally consider but, in seeing their shape and swell, suiting her figure well, there was a pleasure in wondering how the twins looked undressed. The woman had aged fine for one reaching somewhere in their thirties.

“That detention surely is made worse when your parents find out about your cheating—daughter of the principal found out for such will not bring Celestia a good image.” Anyone else would have grinned here. Lucky had been expecting it, having crawled to the front of the palm to look down the woman's body. Yet the same expression awaited as she looked up from the edge. “Or you could become my food to the mutual forgetting about this event.”

Lucky tucked her upper-lip into her mouth and bit. There was no getting out of this. This was a matter of losing less. Here she was, taken by a stranger wanting to eat her of all things... and she was about to say yes. To go inside of another, trapped in a maw and then swallowed, sent to their deepest part none else knew about.

To give that power; to endure that humiliation. Rocked around in a tummy as the giantess went about her business. She would be in the domain of the aged woman. None else would know she was there. Eaten and kept inside her stomach.

“Guess when you put it that way,” Lucky said as she fell back on the palm, “then I would love to be your food.”

There seemed to be a lightening of those eyes as the light wrinkles around them faded. Light and few there were. Ones often found on a MILF and such. Guess it's best to try all types. Soon the ground rocked and the girl stumbled around, in the distance, the giantess turning, walking and without remorse for the one in her palm.

Below were the scopes of rolling landscapes blurring away in seconds at a time as the beast marched toward her desk. It remained in focus though its details were lost in the distance. The giantess took to the chair, the immensity of the bottom crashing over the seat, the amount of plushness and size covering it all the only equating that Lucky craved.

She picked up her stuff and to the break room they went.

It'd been dark and quiet inside the closed clasped hands of the giantess. One palm below and the other overhead, creating a ceiling, fingers joined into gaps of the others. Light shone through the slits in the space that remained. In their narrowed view was the break room barren of others.

Soon the ceiling pulled away and light shone in.

Lucky narrowed her eyes in response to the light in seeing the great hand arch in the distance, locking the door to be safe, without breaking stride toward the table. The woman sat before it and slid the handbag from her shoulder. She reached in and pulled out the building-sized plastic container.

“Whoah!” Lucky gasped in being hurled down, forced to wrap herself around a finger for support. In the distance was the lifting of the transparent blue lid. Like a sky being removed, it pulled back, high and vastly away, until falling back behind the block. “H-Hey wait! Break break! Clothes for me are hard to make! Lemme get these off real quick.”

Harshwhinny's disinterested gaze passed onto her with all the passive commanding force it asserted. She seemed displeased without a difference in her expression. The power of an annoyed predator wanting to eat its prey. “Very well. Be quick. Or else I'll toss you in without second thought.”

The boom of that voice. It commanded without needing to be commanding. Quickly did the little one lift her shirt and wiggle out of her pants, a clip to have an undone bra, the sliding down of panties to be free of clothing. One of the brown fingers touched her, collecting the pile, the hand arching back to the fuzzy sky.

Harshwhinny undid the vaults to her top, its buttons pushed through, the slits towering as the stretches of fabric loosened into freedom from her body. That brown pillar dove into the hidden cleavage, swells packed in the article jostling, shifting across the fabric, until the pair returned in place.

There wasn't hesitation in the down-swooping fingers born from heaven in reaching and pinching on Lucky's waist. The soft bunch lifted her over the jungle below. Towering greens of thickness interspersed with boulders otherwise known as tomatoes.

The fingers released.

Lucky fell to a rising of a yelp. Winds slashed into her as the rim of the container rose around her. Blurs transitioned to transparent walls from afar. Below loomed the vastness of a leaf, one smacked into, it bending inward from the contact. The sound of wood cracking and breaking as a tree fell suited the scene as the little woman laid forward on the platform, feeling it fall forward, many beneath it slowing it, severing as padding for the eventual crash.

“W-Whoa! You don't mess around!” Lucky's hands tore through the surface of the leaf as it tilted forward, its edge teasing a downward view, the density of emerald spines and other foliage composing the scope. “Crud! Crud crud crud!”

Her hands tore patches of the salad, without meaning, the force of gravity a greater pull. Smoothness caressed her skin with a slickness building into her skin. Thin sauces, previously squirted over the meal, rich in flavour, now building into her.

“Whoa!” Lucky flew over the edge of the leaf and plummeted into the depths of the jungle, a crossing of her arms before her face, pelting into the shape of a grape. It impressed from her weight, bending before discharging it back, causing her to go flying. “H-Harsh! Little help here! Your meal is getting owned by the terrain.”

But nothing came from the sky. Rather the looming face of the giantess far beyond the brim didn't notice the hell the little one went through. Metal clattered in the distance, heavily, like forks and spoons being stacked together.

Lucky broke from leaf to leaf, it bending underneath her weight, each impact a splash of sauces. There'd been a clump of green that served a thick enough pile to crash into. Its contents splattered outward as she fell back into it. Resting as though it were a bean bag, the girl caught her breath, looking beyond the landscape.

Hardly anything could be seen. Beneath her feet was the plastic barely seen through—or seen at all. Mesh green like a strange grass coated the ground with a kind of sludge deemed as healthy. Afar was the jungle. Round spheres of red sitting next to leaves reaching to blinding heights.

Casting a hand over her face to block out the intense light, the little one looked up, in the gaps between monolithic leaves and other such things, to the faint view of the world above. The rim could hardly be seen. Whatever was beyond it stricken of detail. For all she knew, she fell into a new world, one contained within the container of lunch.

Lucky pushed into the pile as her hands sunk into it, the cool thickness lathering across her arms, coating her naked body in whatever topping it was. Standing and walking forward, contents dripped from her. Coming underneath some shade from a green rising highly up, something dripped on her head, dousing her scalp, streams leaking down separately across her face.

She looked out to the emerald wilderness, it like a forest to her, a proper one, like what normal-sized people experienced. Towering trees with a ceiling of leaves, sunlight peeking through branches, streams running through the area, fresh grass to walk across. Would there be animals here? Natural life and critters?

Only predators.

Lucky held a hand to her mouth and stepped back in feeling the shadow before metal prongs dipped into the distance. Strong and long and stabbing into the boulder of red. Juices splashed from the objects—crashing into the naked one and dousing her further in flavour. A cool stream touched her crotch, drawing a rubbing from her thighs, the immensity of this playing field like no other.

“Hey hey! C'mon now! Scaring me a bit here!” Running out from the shade of the leaf to the blinding and warmth of the powerful light above. Seconds until her eyes adjusted to the view above the forested. Of the stoic goddess, cosmic in her greatness, a fraction of her face, blurred in a haze, set over the place. “No foreplay or powerplay or anything? Someone's always tryna assert something or another before they devour me.” Her arms dropped to the side as she stood a victim to multiple sauces and flavours. “Aren't you trying to get off to something? Shouldn't you toy with me more?”

The power of her shouting barely whispered into the ears of the unconcerned one.

“You fail to understand us not being partners or lovers or anything to such.” That distant face leaned into a hand, its mouth opening to accept the offering, the whole of a boulder, mashed into flatness, exploding in a splash, made to nothing, quickly, to the silencing of the one next. “Don't even count yourself as a student anymore. Not even a person. You are food. My food. Something to be picked up, tucked into my maw, swallowed and then forgotten about.”

Lucky swallowed herself in stepping back from the greatness of the scene. Once more the predator dove from heaven in an immense crash to the density of lettuce in the distance. Pile raising to half of the towering wall. Prongs sliced through it all, carrying the great weight though there was nothing, exposing the wall behind it, the snack lifted to the awaiting mouth above.

Few chews as the food swished from side to side, different aspects of its flavour tasted, before the woman tilted back her head, eyes closing in swallowing, fingers after the bulge in the throat, following it down. Until it could be seen no more.

“That is all you are set to become to me. Not a student or a human or anything at all. You are my food. Eaten and swallowed and locked away forever in my stomach. Quickly I will forget about you. For you are nothing after devouring.”

Lucky walked back until her foot slipped on a broken leaf gleamed in green, a sauce with blotches of brown, the slide putting the woman on her ass. The older titan carried on with the meal. Her hand reaching for a book, one spread open and held over the cover, the jungle entering at night, the shadow of the book enough to cast the place in darkness.

Food. That's all Lucky was. Nothing but a meal, little something with the sprawling biome around her. On the other side of the forest, metal came, long and dense pillars, stabbing the setting into a clump and lifting it away. Crunches run from above. Amused chewing and the accentuated gulp of a tease to something more. It wouldn't be long until she was devoured like the rest.

And that undoubtedly turned her own.

About to get swallowed by an older woman that couldn't care less... trapped forever in her stomach... unable to escape it. Knew I would be an idiot to the end. Might as well enjoy this while I can.

Rolling from side to side to the sounds of splashing. Sauce and contents lathering over the nude body of the tiny. Little remains of leaves clinging to her tits, draping over them, their hardness poking through. Wetness lined from her crotch to her butt as the whole of her was doused in the stuff. She was a sweet release of everything.

And ready to approach her fate.

Getting up revealed the pierced leafs set afar, all rolling in the size of a rink, diminished light, filtered through the walls of the plastic, illuminating the scene. Forced in circles by the fork to collect in extra tastes. Lucky sprinted toward it, reaching their edge and throwing herself atop it, sliding with ease, on her front, as the metal prongs lifted out.

She watched the object cast in heavenly light dive beneath the leaf, a choice made, instead of just lifting them—the extra grounding providing security. Lucky gazed up to see the broadness of the book still in place.

Does she know I'm on this one? B-But I didn't see her look!

The answer didn't matter as the ride lifted upward at a slow speed. Tops of the trees and vines, long lines of pink with other such things, fading, as the jungle was left below. Air of freshness transitioned into the conditioning expected of a room. The new world, now no more, or set to exist somewhere else.

In the distance of incalculable miles loomed the towering torso of the beat. Velvet stretching outward in slenderness regardless of its monolithic proportions. It loomed. Always there. The most personal of prisons. How it filled even now in the contents of the jungle.

Everything whisked upward.

Lucky had spread wide over the leaf, looking across and then over it, the cliff of a chin, on the horizon, now zooming toward her. Coated lips of caramel opening to the dusk of sprawling pink. Large surface of a tongue to glints on the surrounding teeth. It all prepped for her.

Her stomach churned in being trusted forward, the face looming above, so utterly massive, invested tiredly in the contents of the open pages. Not even a glance as the little one flew into the gap between her lips. Warm steam exhaled from above as the little one was thrust inside the maw.

Those supple lips like gates beyond the corners of her vision zoomed above and below, the little one zoomed through, a settling of dimness within the place, everything damp with sounds echoing. Her ride settled on the tongue as the beast flicked up at the contact. Lying on her front, the little one coughed in the tightness. Looking back over the swell of her butt, the tip of the tongue and the back of the teeth—those lips, parted for a few seconds longer, shut, a subtle clap, one accentuated in the echo of the place.

“She did it.” Lucky blinked in looking forward again, everything still, beyond the periodic shifting of the ground. The tongue shifted lightly, tilting to leak streams of the sauces, a dead moan in the explosion of flavour; its power ripped around the zone and caused Lucky to cling more to the food. “Oh crud this may really be it.”

The tidal wave struck. Tip of the tongue, darkened like the sea, rising before the series of teeth. The rest of the broadness followed as it turned right. Lucky's face exploded into shock in scampering off the leaf and up, as quickly as she could, grabbing flesh, holding taste buds, fighting to rise harder.

She looked below while hanging from the wall of the tongue. It swayed back and forth in the enjoyment of her flavour. Every smack into her, bunching and flattering her boobs, thick buds catching between her legs, tasting the tiny's everything. It left it hard for her to look at the parks of leaves falling onto the teeth, draped over the pillars, awaiting their faint.

The chompers came.

Inside the cavern loosely rumbled the feminine groan as the beast outside of it all enjoyed its meal. Rows of teeth engaged in relaxed chewing in the jungle ground into collections of mesh. Up and down, into the other, those caught between, flattened into paste.

“N-Nngh!” Lucky turned back to the wall and looked across it. One side laid darker than dark with a tease of a shape through the blackness. Back of the throat loomed there. Where the growls originated from. It being a place of power in where the little one was nothing. It symbolized something more. Being nothing but a piece to be claimed by the throat of another, forced down it, travelling into the tummy of the beast.

The other side told a different style; backs of supple lips together. Through the slit in-between shone the golden slice of light. Peek to the whiteness of a page, monolithic letters of black, the contents of the book the goddess read as she ate. Still uncaring and unknowing of the little one within her.

Truly Lucky was nothing but food. Her arms let go at the through and she slid on her front, down and backward, the slope of the tongue shooting her, through the air, onto the rows of teeth. They went slow on their way up. Lucky breathed. It smelled the freshness of the container but contained in a different landscape.

Above was the polished white of the underside of teeth. Fragments clung to them. Juices squirted across the shape, from which they dripped, a constant pelting, a little downpour, coming from above. It rained on the tiny.

The teeth flew back down, enough of a shock for the little one to roll off, from the smoothness and the little rise of the edge, over and into the gums below. Mesh broke her fall. Clump of chewed food waiting to be swallowed. Lying on her back to catch her breath, looking above showed, a raining of something more, another heap of salad pouring on her.

It fell with a sound of a slap as the mesh crashed into the collection. Caught in the middle of the pile had been the tiny. She waded through it, breaking the surface with a breath, feeling lifted and rowed, the jaws encompassing her keeping in their chewing. Everything was alive and tinged with the feeling of desiring her dead.

Something moved. Large and heavy and filling the space. Looking out from the pule came a curve in the sky, the head of the serpent, turning to her, an entity into itself, a predator searching for prey. It sensed her. Tip of flesh hovering across the bottom row of teeth, entering a lower dive into the narrow valley. It reached the clump of food, digging underneath it, pulling the weight onto itself.

Before pulling back to the center of the maw.

Harshwhinny chewed her food without regard to this act being special. Rather a topping had been inserted and that was it. Another human. Little person. The attractive girl set to become hers. She'd felt the added weight in rolling for more sauces. That pelt of utter deliciousness on the largeness of her tongue.

Her eyes rolled at the flavour and the little one bouncing on her teeth. It wasn't her intent to protect her. Teasing though, however, was fair game. Chewing slower in feeling the contact to the struggles of the little one attempting to escape the chasm of her teeth.

How pleasing it was to know that none of this was anything to her. None who entered the room would see, in that cheek of brown, beyond it, another struggled for her life. Fighting in rising tides and crashing teeth, attempting to get free of the battlefield. How the inside of her maw became a world to the one inside it. Everything feeling colossal due to someone microscopic set within it.

But her teasing was nearly completed in wanting to bury the tiny in more food. Sending the tip of her tongue to the sides of her teeth, it sunk into the heap, brushing into soft though solid, the little one caught in the mesh. With a grin she lifted it back, to the back of her mouth, feeling the need to part her lips, if by a little, to offer a final show to the little one.

Before closing them again to swallow.

Lucky fought to swim out from the pile, its volume beyond sludge, all the power in her muscles unable to wade out from the stuff. Light shone in to its blinding degree. Eyes narrowed in protection, she looked, the expanse of the tongue exposed, teeth of the predator afar, the world beyond the lips unable to be seen.

The final tease before they shut again.

Everything lifted. Ceiling of flesh going back as all lifted. The pile slid into the throat, its bottom caught first, the rest becoming claimed. Lucky swam forward and broke through the heft, reaching out a hand, out to the distant lips.

To anything that could help.

The throat claimed her at once. Quick yank to pull her in. Separated from the food, a meal on her own, arms reaching out to the back of the tongue. Sprawling and sprawling muscles glimmered in the darkness in twisting and clamping and claiming her. Sucked into the tightness of the tunnel, she went under, through the vale, into a descent there was no fighting.

Lubrication glossed across her skin as the slickness of the throat clung to her. It was tight. Slow and without remorse like a clinging hug never-ending. Wrapped around her infinitely, this throat of a woman, each squeeze sliding her deeper, feet at a time, pushing her through the closeness of the route ahead.

She could feel it, too, the fingers on the other side. Here she was trapped inside the throat of another woman, who had tilted her head back, fingers tracing the bulge, pushing on it, slowing and teasing and humiliating the ones within. Bound deeply within flesh to not even a section of a gigantic other.

There'd be no escape.

Soon the tightness reached its apex in pressure as the tunnel of flesh curved up at the end. Flesh opening to reveal the valve, coming to be squeezed through, it binding her arms in entering the vast chamber.

Loud mumbles and moans echoed from around and above as the little one fell. In the darkness teased the undulation throughout the scene. Lucky crashed into a pile of mesh, sinking into it, able to lie back for real.

The place lived. Though it was dark and hard to see, there was a movement through it, little growls rocking the zone, everything knowing it was owned. There was a feeling of not belonging here. In the dimness meant for storing food alone. People were not meant to know this place existed. Yet here she was. Trapped in it.

Narrowing her eyes allowed some of the place to be seen; light waters covering the ground of the place. Walls spawned in a curve all around. Their slope upward, loose but quick, a pulsation to the ceiling above. Chewing could be heard. Faintly and like at the end of the cave. Then a swallow booming in the place.

Something was coming and Lucky didn't know what. Valve opening and clump appealing before plopping into the chasm with everything else. Meshes of food coming together. This was the place for them. It wasn't meant for her. It hadn't been often Lucky was swallowed with food.

Much like truly treated like it.

Harshwhinny was licking her lips and rocking in her chair and doing her best to not express too much emotion. But it was hard. Harder than hard when that flavour greatness battered her tongue in a tease to claim it. Those softness of her body, the natural flavour of her skin, a temptation to pin the little one beneath her tongue and dominate her effortlessly—all it bore its appeals.

She took a moment to collapse back in her seat, sunk into it a tad, loose into herself. Looking down over her bust, she looked at her tummy, knowing another was there, caught with the rest of her meal—unable to do a thing.

Lightly came a burp and quickly came the pat of her belly. Little smack to jostle everything around. She felt it. Tickles of footsteps stumbling inside her tummy. Proof another was there, inside of her, lost in her stomach, forced to go through whatever else the giantess could swallow.

Such a shame such a spice belongs to one alone.

Packing for her next class had been easy though the feeling had been different now. Everything inside of Harshwhinny's belly had a sensation. Clumps of salad that sloshed on every step, swiping the little one, who fought to keep standing in the area.

Had it become a warzone for Lucky in there? That evoked amusement. Walking through the hallway as the food inside was breaking down to stomach acids. It was a felt process now, due to the one caught in it all, rocked to the jostle of the giantess steps.

Harshwhinny looked at the students walking past and none would ever assume of the world going on with her stomach. How every stride of her leg caused a rise and a shift and a drop and a jostle to the cavern within. The little one, stumbling around, through food and acids, fighting to keep from being pinned inside the place.

The giantess stopped for a second to test something. Turning to ensure no students saw, she poked a finger into her stomach, through the fabric of her top, pushing into the softness of flesh. Seconds passed before a response. Something tiny, inside, pushing on the force intruding in her cave.

Harsh would have grinned if able as she slapped her belly next, not hard but enough for a smack, a rocking to the place, tumbles to the one caught inside. Coming to duck out of the hall to where none could see her, the older woman lifted her arms, rocking her torso from side to side, hips caught in a dance, creating a swirl within her.

How the one trapped in the deepest part of her body was played around, the usually still sac caught in never-ending movement. What was it like for her? To be so trapped inside of it all? Everything moving and echoing as her hostess seemed to be swirling everywhere? Everything so large and titanic using its scale to mesh with her.

Lucky splashing around in stomach acids, safe of course, unlike the rest of her food. What if she had been like her meal? Digested and becoming nothing more than fat on her boobs. How appealing that would be. The thought of degrading someone so much for them to become nothing more than extra tush to a bottom or rack.

Done with her fun, though the older woman resumed her role.

Time had passed in the darkness of the stomach as the woman laid back at the center of it all, nothing beyond the walls of her world now, rather her center of everything existed in this stomach. Rumbles and muffled echoes penetrated the hull of the beast. No real words to be understood.

There was a light pelting in the water as the waves of stomach acids sloshed around to the walking of the woman. Lucky floated on her back, warmed by the waters, moved by the waves from time to time. After the teasing, the place had become a hot-tub in some regards. The acids burned everything that clung to her—ironically cleaning her.

There came times where all would be still. Rubbing from outside the chamber as a monstrous hand rubbed across planes of fabric to the sprawling belly tucked behind it all. It comforted her to know the woman still cared. Cared, of course, in her strange way.

And it was after all the classes the girl was brought out from the chamber and into freedom. Up the throat and thrown onto the tongue. Light shone from the entrance of the cave as arching fingers, softly brown, fished and claimed her.

Lucky was pulled out into the blinding light, seeing those plush lips zooming behind, body turned, all to face her, the stoic giantess owning her. They didn't share a word as the little one was dropped toward a sink, held as fingers washed her, dried afterward with a napkin, a collection of clothes awaiting her on the counter.

She dressed as the width of sprawling hips composed the horizon in the distance, nothing but velvet violet forever reaching up, the dare to make eye-contact a scary one. Rather Lucky dressed and joked. “H-Hope I made your lunch better.”

“Indeed.” Harshwhinny crossed her arms over the swell of her mountains. “My usual lunch was far more enjoyable thanks to you.” But then everything lowered as vines of blond rested on the counter. Her breath swept the area. “You may be out not, but no matter where you are or where you go, you will always be my food. Just pluck you from a desk and dangle you over my lips and devour you like a cheery. You are nothing more to me than that.”

The giantess rose to her staggering height and turned, but not before stopping a step, turning to offer a final word. “Oh. Please tell your mother that I say hello.”

Lucky nodded with a massive blush.