Detention in a Stomach

by B_25

II | New Size! New Life! New... Mother-Figure?

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~ II ~

New Size! New Life! New... Mother-Figure?

Mini returned to consciousness, slowly, in feeling an immense weight at her sides—soft, heavy, and plush. She was slotted in-between two massiveness and, rolling between them, caused them to shake... even if a little.

And the heat was pervading.

Trying to fall back asleep wasn't easy; something gnawed at the back of the head. Danger. There'd been danger. Threat and change and possible demise. Little explosives to wake her up to ensure her safety.

But how could she be in danger when everything was so pleasant?

Then her eyes snapped open.

There had been that woman, utterly titanic, like a tower in a parking lot. She'd reached down and plucked Mini with a pair of fingers and, without words, tossed into her mouth—and swallowed. Long slide, tight passage, flesh, undulating, until being spat into the cavernous stomach.

And now Mini was here.

She laid on her back and was naked. Her body was snug into some cleft, banked by two mounds, ones that rolled to the sky. Mini wiggled from side to side, shaking the twins, though only by a little.

Reaching a hand forward and pressing it on the flesh, it was warm, dense in its skin, and she pushed on it. She sunk into it until finding a purchase. Even then, with the twisting of her legs, the squishy mountains were too tight on her sides.

Mini dropped onto her back again and sighed. She rolled to see the skin that composed the ground—with hints of bone below. Looking across the landscape, off in the distance, a tube of skin built upward.

Fear compounded in Mini in seeing it lead to the slumbering face of the giantess. That mammoth, propped on a pillow, eyes closed, mouth open, washing breaths across the landscape. Every few seconds, the gust, struck, warm, and wet touch: like air in an amazon.

The slumbering woman who had ate her.

Mini looked back to the towering twins to realize that they were breasts. Dense and full as the woman had been stacked. There was no wiggling out as her body had been firmly tucked into the cleavage. While their pressure was always constant—it was still pleasant.

Mini grabbed the tops of flesh and, kneading them, pulled herself in a bit more. The twins were too tight to escape from, but maybe, she could hide inside them before the woman woke up. Wiggling and pulling, she squeezed, inch by inch, into the cleavage.

Being devoured by a bosom was better than being eaten by a woman.

And then a groan quaked. Shifting beneath the ground as it tilted from one side to the other. Mini croaked in feeling one boob smack into the other, the pressure, doubling, as she was stuck. Soon the yawning behind was at an end.

And a finger had come, overhead, not to pinch at her waist, but instead, to pat her head.

"Morning." Harshwhinny wiped her lips with that same hand and, with a twist of the head, came to see the predicament. She fished down fingers and plucked the little one out from the cleavage, and let her lay in front of them. "Forgive me for that. You were still cold coming up, and that was the warmest, safest, and most certain place I could keep you."

Mini blinked profusely on sitting on the woman's collar bone, seeing from the boobs on one side, the face on the other, too confused to select a set emotion to be right now. "It's, um, okay. I swing all the ways."

"Is that so? Interesting."

"More interesting is why I'm not dead right now." Mini attempted to look over the side of the bust but would have to crawl far, far away to be able to do that. Instead, she looked into the cleavage, to where it parted more above. "Or trapped deeper and further down inside of you."

She then shivered in looking to the fleshy canyon. "You're not, uh, just waiting to eat me again, are you?"

That shake of the head, even though devoid of emotion, was comforting. "Not for the moment."

There was silence for a moment, in which an explanation was still owed. Harsh didn't seem fussed to speak in cracking her neck. Mini, thought to be dead, now caught with a stranger, and having slept in her boobs... was so unsure of what to do.

"Um... what's your name again."

"Harshwhinny."

"So Harsh!" The giant glared at that. "Think you, uh, could tell me what's going on... y'know... about everything.

"Of course." The glare lifted, and the giantess rose; the ground started to climb, and Mini, unable to catch her balance, slid down the skin. The boobs ceased to be spread as they fell and bounced down, a heavy smack into each other. "But nothing gets done until I've had my coffee. Here. Miss, All Ways."

Mini slid on her ass to the view of the mammies below, finding a dusky divide between them, her destination. Her body shot into the breasts before they closed. To her left and over the rolling mound, a distant, creamy arm loomed, which wrapped underneath the bust.

"You should have no qualms in keeping here."

Mini blushed furiously in the shadow of a finger and, in the next second, having incredible force bury her body deeper into the cleavage. Soon only her boobs were above the cleft, as were her arms, each resting on the inward curve of the massive mounds.

Harshwhinny turned and got out of bed, coming to stand with a stretch, the boobs shaking before thinning back. Pressure tightened on Mini's waist during the stretch. They filled out afterward. Shaking, jostling, to every crack of a footstep below.

It felt like watching the world from a ship as Mini was tucked back in the rack. Looking over the mounds as they curved out from view to the rest of the room before her. Even though it all seemed so large, so intense, being attached to a giantess caused it to feel less scary.

Miles: covered in a step.

Door to a new world: opened and pulled by a hand alone.


It didn't take long for the coffee to be set, for the little one to be set on the table and, after that, for a towering cup to be set before her. Harsh had offered to let her swim in the cup to warm up—but Mini politely declined.

"So... answers now?" Mini sat cross-legged next to the handle of the cup, used to how the immensity could so easily be lifted, sipped from, and set back in place with a boom. Vibrations tickled her ass—though she was getting used to being small. "Or do you need more caffeine? Sugar? Energy drink?"

Harsh glared at her from above, burning eyes, each like a sun, over the rim of the cup. "Careful, girl, or you'll be swimming in that sugar bowl with a lid closed over it."

"I take it you weren't popular back in high school?"

"Quite the reverse." Harsh had this way of speaking where her tone did not change. Always deadpan, a little scary, but, so far, always honest. "I could not ditch anyone. Cheerleaders or stocks. I disliked the lot of them. Yet, for whatever reason, they always wanted to be my friend."

Mini pushed her lips to the side. "You do have that charm about you. Y'know. When you're not eating people.” Her eyes squinted. "You... going to be able to talk your way around that one? Because I doubt I weigh enough to hit the pads on the phone."

Harshwhinny looked as though she wanted to toss Mini into the coffee and resume drinking.

"I prefer to talk straight instead of circles." Harsh took another sip before putting the cup on the table. It zoomed into view and, on settling down, was thunderous in sound. "Less effort, confusion, and chance for misunderstanding. Currently. You are in a town called Canterlot—with a school named after it."

Harsh nodded. "I am a teacher there. Leaving for the day, I found you outside, cold and small and, while I can explain the coldness—I cannot the smallness."

Mini chuckled. "Well gee! You're a smart cookie."

"You're about to become a cookie in a second, dear."

About that.” Mini coughed into the inside of her elbow. "So what was the rationale for eating me? This just something you do?"

"I was hungry."

"THAT'S NO EXCUSE FOR EATING SOMEONE!"

Voice.

Mini twitched.

"Please do not get the wrong impression of me." Harsh touched the side with a finger and, leaning forward, laid her boobs on the table. Their warmed underside stole copious amounts of wooden land as they washed toward the little one. "Everything I do, mostly, is purely logical. You were cold, without protection, and out of your wits."

"So eating me would help all of that?" Mini couldn't hide the sarcasm but, at the very least, she didn't raise her voice. "I could have died! I should have died! How..."

"There is another student at this school, the same size as you, although a little bigger." Harsh's hand floated overhead and came like a wall behind Mini, pushing on her, bringing the little one to her boobs. Close enough to enter the radius of their heat. "She is used to being eaten as well. No harm, danger, or mental frailty comes from this. I assumed you to be close to this."

"Wait!" Mini exclaimed and, putting out her hands like before a fire, warmed herself to the resting bust. "So there's someone else like me? Did this just happen to them as well? Have they found a way back?"

Harsh shook her head. "From birth until now has been their size." She sighed. "That may be hard to hear—but it is the truth. At the very least, it may help to have another to be there and help you through this. Returning to our previous subject, however."

Mini listened and digested the current information.

"You were cold and tired and there were not many places I could put you on the ride home and be certain of your safety." Harsh pulled her hand and allowed her boobs to keep that way. "Placing you underneath my breasts—the warmest place on the woman's body—could have been suffocating. Same with inside underwear: either side."

Mini blinked.

"Eating you would not only quell my hunger but keep you safe, warm, and certain you could not escape." Harsh nodded at this. "You would have the warmth of my belly as well as all my clothing to keep out the winds. In truth, it was the perfect place for you. It fits every problem at the moment."

Mini sighed and bounced her head. "Yeah... but... alright. Yeah okay. But couldn't you have done it, y'know, a bit nicer?

Harsh scrunched her lips. "I did a kind act, allowed you to invade my privacy and, for the foreseeable future: may have to take care of you." She nodded. "I think I am allowed a touch of enjoyment for all the future troubles it will bring. I also decided that convincing you to be swallowed and eaten, until it has happened, to be impossible."

Mini dropped her head. “Guess you're right.”

She then looked above the mammaries to the head above. "So, what now?"

"You have a choice." Harsh looked from the table to the door of the house. "You can ask me to bring you to any place, and, after that, you are on your own." She looked back down at her. "Or you can stay with me, and I will care for you, as well look for answers to your problem."

Harsh struck up a finger. "However you will be attending school and living by my rules. They will not be as strict as you will find me in school—so long as you keep to decency, we should be alright."

Mini laughed in hooking a hand in her hand, pulling down, fighting to comb through a minefield of knots. "Don't think that's much of a choice. But I guess even a cold lamb will stay in a cave with a warm lion."

She then coughed and looked up, fingers locked in curled strands, looking up at the giantess. "Does that make you a mom then? Like... my mom? Or just a temporary mom?"

The giantess thought of this from her lofty height. "Hmm." Her finger dropped from the heavens down to Mini who, in taking away her hand, allowed the nail into her hair. She was ready to cry and yell at brute force undoing her knots—but with acute precision, the nail brushed the hair into straightness. "If calling me mom or your mother helps you to be more comfortable, then, I suppose... I see no issue with it."

"Hey, hey!" Mini laughed as the finger left, with a pat on her head, with hair returned to normal. "Hot stuff, new mom! Not sure if I would have taken you to be my first pick—but you don't seem too shabby, lady!"

Harsh huffed and pulled her rack back. "And I am unsure I would have taken you to be my first daughter. Nonetheless! That is what you will be if that is what you wish of me. I will treat you as such to the fullest extent." She cleared her throat. "Now is your chance to stop this."

"Nah. I totally dig you as a mother."

"And I... can see you as an... entertainingdaughter."

"Oooh... love you too!"

"Love you... as well?" Harsh then smacked a fist onto her palm. "Also! Another matter."

"This a secret clause?"

"Because you have decided to stay with me, and because you are so much like our other student, you may be my daughter now, but at other times, I will only see you as food."

Mini slumped. "What now?"

"You are perfectly safe and tasty in being devoured." Something changed about the giantess, a glint to the eyes, a touch of a flare to the voice, a prominence in stroking her belly beneath the table. The sounds of such, echoed throughout. "At any time, when I am hungry, no matter what you are doing, regardless of where you are, I might just come, pluck you away, and dangle you above my mouth."

Mini coughed. "Y-You mean you're going to eat me wherever the heck you want?!"

"As much as I am a lion and you are my cub, sometimes, I am the predator, and you are my prey." Harsh leaned back in her seat to expose her bare stomach, that stadium of toned skin, rubbed over, like a prison soon to take her. "I will take you. Play with you. And eat you. You could be taking a bath, and I will come beneath the current, taking you into my maw like a whale—and that is that."

"So I... won't know when it's coming." Mini should have been mad, horrified, and scared. Yet a stroke of something warm and wet came between her legs to a shivering spine. Breaking that lust, though, was a serious question. "But what if I come to you, crying? Will you just eat me to get me out of the way."

Harsh stopped stroking her belly, the life in her, dying, to her normal state of being. "Not at all. You are my daughter before you are my snack. But in the times you no longer require a mother—beware of the chase."

Mini couldn't help but laugh. "Crazy woman."

"Crazy girl." Harsh shot back. "There is still a chance to reject all this. Most would not accept such terms."

Mini took a long breath in deciding this... before cracking a smile. "Guess this craziness runs in the family." There was enjoyment in talking about this, in thinking of all the places it could go. It teased her in a starting plea for release. "So hang on. What if I have some math questions? I come to you needing an answer but, because you're hungry—"

"My mouth would come over the place you are standing, show the ceiling your kicking legs, and swallow you as though I were a dinosaur." Harsh didn't do anything but slap her belly, rubbing it again. Almost wanting to stroke lower than there. "You would be ignored, eaten, and forced to work out the problem in a new, damp place, stuck inside of me."

She thought about it. "Though I looked over your sheet afterward, and thought it to be too hard for you, I would whisper the answer."

"Would you swallow my desk for me?"

"Perhaps I could swallow a room for you."

"Joking! Just... joking."

"Is that all then?" Harsh was still stroking her stomach, legs now wide, a new smell entering the air. The giantess was naked and her odour was in the air. Soft and healthy and with a scent of musk. This wouldn't be the usual family dynamic. "Have all your questions, drummed up inside my cleavage, been answered?"

"I think so!"

"Good." Harsh licked her lips from her lofty heights as her arm snaked underneath her bust, bunching it, all to reveal more of her torso. "Because I think it's about time we experienced some practice on that second clause to our relationship."

"Riiight. You eating me?" Mini blinked, however, in hearing no chuckle. "W-Wait! You're going to eat me already!?"

Nothing could be done as the woman's monstrosity was like a tower of flesh erected on the chair. Mini turned to run, dashing across the wood, the infinite distance of it. No sooner had fingers dropped and whisked her at the waist.

Winds sliced around the naked girl as she pressed on the bed of thumb buried into her stomach. Lifting into the sky as the extent of the woman lowered before her. Soon she was cast over, looking down at that face.

Although it was without expression.

There was a glint in those dead eyes.

Harsh's lips were opening as the little once, pinched in fingers, were lowered beyond the pair. Warmth and moisture. Darkness and wetness. It blanketed the girl deposited onto the tongue. She dropped and, with a splash, was lying on taste buds.

The ground undulated to distant echoes of wet smacks. Buds twisting from one side to the other to slide Mini left and right. Light shone behind, dimly, a glance over the shoulder revealing the world, captured in a halo, by the sprawling lips.

And then they sealed shut to boom chuckles.

Mini could do nothing as the tongue suddenly bent itself onward, a long, pink, narrowing slide into darkness. Her ass rode over bump over bump, summing a moan and a blush, before the tip of the beast: flicked.

It capitulated her across the darkness and into the back of the sealed lips. Moans hummed from inside the maw of the beat. Mini was plastered, an expert swipe of a tongue, taking her, onto its tip.

From there, it was savage. Shooting into the cavern's walls. Their bend, testing their flex, immensity on Mini's back, pressing harder, as she strained the walled. By the time the tongue had retracted onto lying straight, Mini had rolled to its center, wet, warmed, and owned.

She couldn't even rise as her naked body laid forward. Barely pushing up her chin to rest on a bump as she looked ahead. Light sliced into the moist cave. Golden and blinding for mere seconds. Then the view cleared to the mirror outside.

One that Harshwhinny's face consumed. Nothing could be seen beyond or around it. And there. At its center. In the dimness of her open mouth. Requiring a squint to see.

Was Mini.

She reached out in time to feel an intense suction on her back, a slurp and a slip to the end of the throat, a blurring view in being speedily dragged across the tongue. At once, her body shot over a fleshy ledge and into a downward passage.

Looking up showed the golden slices of light as well as the upward passing of warm air; those chuckles were raw, borne inside the swells of flesh, the muscles clamping on over the little one. Plushness forced Mini's arms to her sides, as a strong pull stole her downward, wet undulating echoing throughout.


Harshwhinny looked at the little thing laying forward on her tongue, the edges of her lips, stretching into a smile, before knocking her head back for a swallow. Her throat became filled at once, claiming the meal and pulling it in. Unconscious domination with bodily functions alone.

She put two fingers to the lump as soon as it appeared, on its underside, slowing its journey. Her head rocked from side to side, the other hand at her belly, rubbing it, faster in faster, the sound, the friction, building to the enjoyment of the new guest.

And soon it came as the swell that so filled that place, suddenly, started to thin. Smaller until disappearing before Harsh's collarbone. Her fingers chased after it, knowing the jouncy, through the canyon between her breasts, to the sacred place before her stomach.

Harshwhinny could always feel it. The kicking of feet and the wiggling of legs. How slowly it took for prey to be spat into her innermost prison. How that valve was slow, slick, and suckling on the bigger foods that passed through it.

She looked at her belly through the mirror in closing her eyes in feeling the drop. Minuscule smacks and bounces as the little one rolled inside. Trapped behind all the flesh, unable to be seen, no hint, no bulge, no anything.

None would be the wiser, as the woman rotated her hips, to the troubles inflicted inside. Feeling the tapping of feet, dancing in a circle, fighting to regain balance. Moving her hips was no problem. But inside of her belly—it rocked the entire world inside.

Harshwhinny raised a hand to a breast and lightly kneaded at the fatness; another drove between her legs, at her exposed clit, and traced idle circles upon it. No finishing here. But every devouring was always most potent at this point.

Deciding not to, Harsh then patted her stomach, a message that, from now on, everything would be alright. She strolled from the mirror, intent on getting dressed, ready as, inside, one would rest easy. Protected from the world, forced to roll onto her stomach's wall as she bent over on putting on a shirt—to endure all the little things she did with her body.

And neither of them, it seemed, would mind that fact.

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