Detention in a Stomach

~ III ~

Closer than Close

There'd been the decision for Mini, with all perversion aside, to make room in Harshness's cleavage. Although she had her own room, it was made, as one would assume, for one normal in height. Staying between boobs allowed for multiple positives.

One had many parts. They were large, safe, warm, and soft. Every day could be a new place to sleep. Harsh never moved in her sleep—to the point of creepiness. Mini could climb the mountainous twins and set camp next to one of the towering nipples. The blush of the ground, plus the bumps, was a neat experience.

Every breath caused a rise and a fall, a rocking, back and forth, like a gentle cradle to sleep. Other times, with much debating with her mother, Mini stood on the tanned belly and before the fat underside of the massive boobs.

From out of view came a hand, lifting the tons, tons, and tons of fatness. Mini then crawled into the dusky divot, the ground, supremely heated, and found herself a nice niche. Seconds later, with the boobs spilling over their sides, the hands let the orb drop.

Mini watched the light extinguish on the horizon as the boob lowered, sealing the place, a sauna permeating the area. Sweating the whole night and for more reasons than one, she enjoyed it—for a novel idea.

And then there were days such as the one now. Deciding, standing on the spread of the collarbone, seeing out to the distant boobs rising out of view, to trek to the middle of them. Hands once more floated above, separating the twins, allowing the daughter to run in.

The further she strolled, the higher the squishy mountings rose, a neck, craned back, to even hope to catch the haze of the distant tops. Looking out from the cleavage, only a chin loomed beyond its slice and, in giving it a thumbs up, the boobs crashed together at once.

Although Mini could move as softness crushed throughout the night.

She would, a hundred percent, do it again.

Plus, in getting to sleep on the woman, she would get closer to her new mother.

In the weeks the two had been together, life, school, and such matters had been worked out. What time to wake up, the classes to go to, the aid Mini would receive, and X Y and Z. There were also promises of meeting Lucky.

"Mmhmm..." The tightly-packed mounds muffled outside sounds. They jiggled as fingers fished into their crevice; nudging from wall to wall before reaching the little one. "Oh. There you are. You always managed to find new hiding places on me."

Mini was pulled out from the cosmic skin in being pulled into the fresh air.

Fingers pinched between her stomach and lower back, holding her flat in the air, with her bent forward. Looking out to her naked mother, while also being naked, was not going to lose its awkwardness so soon.

Hence the need to embrace it.

"Are you going to hold me like a piece of candy all day?" Mini shouted across the chasm of the woman. "Or are you going to give me a good morning kiss! You owe me for forgetting the goodnight one yesterday." She clicked her teeth and shook her head. "This isn't something you want to run a debt on. Else I'll make you kiss me in front of alll of the students."

She smirked and crossed her arms to show how much, and how little, power she held. "Let them all see how much of a caring woman you are underneath all that stoicism."

Harshwhinny glared. "I would have simply eaten you were it not your first week school—which is why..."

"Exactly why I'm making that play, today." Mini smiled. "Sooo? How about it?"

Harshwhinny closed her eyes, drew the stick of candy in, and gave it a kiss.

Followed by a lick, down her front, a slap of a tongue, dwarfing her in ease, with a possible second conclusion.

The two ways, the two, said their good mornings.

The bathtub could contain a narrow ocean if it pleased as long, brown legs, touched into the interior far below. Mini was sitting on a palm, held out from the giantess, set before the massive boobs behind which, at seeing from a distance, reminded her of how massive they were.

It didn't take long for the shower to start and clouds of dense water to start pelting from the showerhead. To the left in a vast spread, the shower curtain was pulled, to blares of metal, across the side of the tub.

Mini couldn't shower by herself and, as such, needed to shower with her mother.

That hand lowered to the platform of the soap holder and, on the spaceship settling next to it, Mini hopped onto it. The hand raised to the showerhead, cupping a pond, dense streams leaking over it. Those hands lowered and, gently, poured its contents onto the holder.

The water raised, warmly, to up to Mini's lower back. There it overflowed over the ledge to fall the distance to the tub below. Mini took this time to sit, rubbing herself all over, to get ready for cleaning.

As the titan showered before her.

It always did amaze her how giant everything could be. Even the soap-holder came at the waist of the woman as she went so much higher. Neck craned to see the sky, it, cloudy in mist, the head, a haze. Her boobs jutted outed an incredible space.

And at eye level, the ass behind jostled from the lightest step.

So much there and so easy to be buried inside.

The water in Mini's pool became warmer due to a different part of the shower.

Harsh's soaped hands were monsters in the sky as they dropped to her bust, massaging into the pair, a push on their sides, rhythmically, until stroking in-between them. The hands lowered on the titan. Down to her sides and at her waist, up and down, around and around, on the expanse of her belly.

So taut. Dense in firmness. Little bit of pudge as to suggest a little going on. Strange to be looking at it from the outside. Just how giant and majestic it was. Soap running streaks across it. How, if one were inside, now, Mini would be unable to tell.

It was so big, so massive, and so able to consume her without the faintest suggestion.

It only became worse as the hands lowered, out of view, behind the woman's right thigh. Cylinders of softness, rubbed all around, with a tease to the inward curved hidden between. Those hands then reached around. To the mass of ass not at all out of shape. How it grabbed those cheeks, so full, so firm, rubbing across their curve.

In a single shower, Mini was teased to all the places she'd like to be closer to on the woman.

Then, stepping into the stream, the giantess washed.

All that soap across vistas of woman, washed away, in a towering scale, within seconds. Mini looked up from the holder, standing, amazed, such a staggering view... causing her to feel tiny.

Being trapped in that belly or between those boobs. Those were the only places where the world became of scale to the little one. Harshwhinny would do as she places but, in those places, although they were large, Mini, at least, could be able to scale them.

But to scale the whole of the woman, or the world she lived on, felt stiff, scary, and a touch impossible.

Hence the desire to be close to her—no matter where on her.

It didn't take long for a hand to swoop in, during Mini's daze, and pull her to the face of the giantess. Matted hair across her shoulders and skin that was slick from heated water. Two fingers curled around Mini inside the fist that held her.

Harsh turned to grab more soap.

"Wait!"

With a blink, she looked back, confused. "What is wrong? Your face is red, and you seem a bit more... warm than usual." Her head tilted as her eyes passed through the side of the tiny, looking down, at the shower's handle. "Perhaps there's conflict in the registry of temperature between us? I'll strive to take colder showers from here on out."

Mini shook her head. "No! No! It's not that." She chuckled. "It's just um, well, I-I wasn't wondering if... y'know, if you would like to try licking me again!"

Mini wished that boulder of a fist to crush her that instant.

"Once more?"

"Licking! That licking thing you like to do! Seems like you get a kick out of licking me! I taste good and stuff, right?"

Harsh nodded. "This is correct. Humans don't normally taste so colourful. It's a side-effect, possibility, of your shrinking."

"Riiiight. Right." Mini coughed into her hand, still held before the soaking giantess. "Turned out I like it too! Never thought having a woman's tongue, bigger than a bridge, slap down and dominate me would be so, uh, enjoyable! But you only get to do that before eating me."

"Are you asking me to eat you in exchange for missing a day?"

"No, no! Wait, that's a card I can pull? Another time! Another time." Mini tried again to speak to the naked titan. "I'm saying that you can lick me now! Y'know. Tongue bath! Lick and lick without eating! Enough that we both get a kick from it."

Harshwhinny stared at her for a while, the weight more than a collapsed apartment building, with an unreadable expression. Then, with a sigh, and a roll of the eyes, she relented. "Very well. If you enjoy it that much."

Mini was nearly afraid as the hand drove in below the woman's face, barely able to look up to see into the overhead eyes. Instead, all that was in the distance was the length of lips. She was held before them as, between, the serpent of red teased.

It came out through the air and, although the space between them was short, to Mini, it still stole tons of space. Clouds of mists rose around as the tip of the beast inched toward her. Mini held out a hand, grabbing the end as it hung, like a pet that kept close.

Until it went for the count.

The broadness started at her face, lolling out, keeping there. Warm breaths flushed out above as the coarse skin trailed upward. Mini rolled up with the force until the tongue left her. She was left breathing, impressed into steam, her hair stuck up from it.

Mini looked forward and could only see, through the steam, the broadness of the tongue. Holding there, panting, nothing else able to be seen. Then it lunged. Stealing sound as it crashed into her. She held out her arms, and they collapsed at the slightest touch, opting, instead, to hug the flesh as it rubbed up and down her.

It kept in place this time. Mini's face smothered in taste buds. Feeling how the bulk of the tip lapped at her. Licking and concentrating. Soon it went lower, over her face and to her chest, as the twins pulled up and down, licked on.

Mini didn't know she had sensitive breasts until the fullness of the tongue passed over them. Pressing into her tits with overwhelming softness and making them slick with burning saliva. If only she could ride the thing. Snaked between her legs, she rocked back and forth, her little pussy, over flooded by the monster.

The next lick came as the surrounding fingers pulled away, which allowed the girl to be laid onto the tongue, which receded into the monstrous cavern. Mini looked upside-down to her mother's face in a flash before pulling between the lips.

She was slurped into her middle, chest, flattening, from the lips as, outside of them, her legs kicked wildly—beating on the bottom one. This drew laughter from the giantess staring down at her prey.

Inside the maw, with the girl laying back, balanced on the lip, she looked around the cavern—unable to see too deeply into the darkness. Out from it, though, shot a flash of pink. That tongue slapped on top of her, its weight, the incredible amount, leaning on her.

It drew back as slime had drizzled onto the spread of Mini's chest. Close and closer were she feeling a burning at her crotch. Unable to slip hands through the tightness of lips to tend to herself. Much less reverse the situation—and have that enormous tongue lapping at her tiny pussy instead.

And then, in the next couple of seconds, the girl was spat out.

Falling and falling into a free fall until a smack on the back had greeted her to utter softness. Mini laid on the tops of the boobs as an extended arm now held them together. Above was the face of her mother. Looking down.

She shook her head. "We're now several minutes behind schedule because of this."

"Aww!" Mini replied with a pant, so close to finishing, and yet, knowing it was for another time. "Just more proof that you love me!"

Another shake of the head for that, as fingers appeared above, jabbing into Mini's stomach, submerging her into the hollow grounding. She was pushed deep inside the cleavage and, when the fingers resurfaced, there was not a trace of her.

Harshwhinny ended up fishing the tiny from the depths of her cleavage and setting her next to the stove, a plate with water, milk, and crumbs set on it. Her daughter happily munched on the center of it. Sipping out from caps to whatever liquid as desired.

Harsh herself worked before the heat of a fire in shoving a pan back and forth over it, reaching to the side for a bottle of wine, dousing the pasta in it, already coated in sauce. Although it felt hollow now. Missing a specific something to fulfill the dish.

She glanced over at the happy and munching little one.

Sweet and not at all like candy. Able to go with a fine wine or be a treat to a more sophisticated meal. Naked and patted with powder. Rolled around in red sauce until she's lathered. Little blotches of tomato covering her all over.

Easy was it to imagine the tiny left in the desert of noodles. Unable to clamber over the smooth tubes as it would be like a junkyard for airplanes. Fighting to keep hidden, inside the noodles and underneath lettuce, waiting for the fork, overhead, to pass in its search.

Its search for her.

Maybe it's time for food to become food.

Harsh reached and napped the girl from the nape of her neck, whisking her to the sky and setting Mini before her eyes. She cocked her head, smiling, lips, at their corners, coming apart: reveal a tongue licking at teeth behind.

"Uhh..." squeaked the little one. "What's going on here?"

Harshwhinny didn't bother with answers in idly dumping the pan into a container as it filled. With the former placed onto the stove, she laid the back of her hand on the counter, letting the little one stand on the stage of skin.

"How peculiar," Harsh remarked. "Food does not normally speak. Perhaps make sounds before it becomes exactly that." She grinned in poking Mini's chest, knocking her onto her rump and, in that, reaching for her legs. "Or maybe that's what you are right now."

Mini flipped onto her front and tried to crawl forward, reaching the swell of a hill, the knuckle beneath the skin. The massive fingers pulled at her legs, which dragged her back, that was, until pulling off her pants.

"Because that's what you are to me today." Harsh's fingers jabbed in front of the crawling tiny, a delicate pinch at fabric on her shoulders. Pulling the tiny into the air, several feet above the distant spread of fingers—until the shirt slipped off as well. "Food. Nothing but nourishment. Trapped in a container, rattled with the rest of my meal, toppled over by pasta."

The palm rose to catch the naked tiny as she smacked onto the skin and rolled across it. There, in seeing over the wrist, loomed the giant face of the predator. Without much thought, those distant lips pushed—unleashing a gale tumbling Mini backward.

"You're not the sweet little girl with an attitude." That hand glided across the air and over the landscape of the counter, the distant wall, nothing but a colossal blur. Looming below, though, was a pit of plastic. "You're a snack. Part of the meal. Something to be scooped up, set inside a mouth, tasted and swallowed and forgotten about."

The hand lowered to the container opening which, at an inevitable descent, its transparent borders Below was a strange forest. Of tunnels of white, stacked and overwintered, heaping of leaves to splatters of red.

"So tiny as to be dwarfed by a meal," Harsh went on as the hand jostled on resting on the rim of the container, starting to tilt, revealing the biome. "Chased after in such an absurd setting. Unable to escape and, at the very best, saved for last."

The palm then lifted to its side, with the little one sliding down it, over and into the air, falling, the warmth of heated food in its upward waft. Mini plummeted into the world, disappearing into its center, banging into noodles, sliding down them, deeper into the container.

Harsh's face loomed over the top, not seeing her daughter, but knowing, somewhere, she was there. "Prepare yourself for the hunt, little one." Her hands passed out of view and returned, sealing the cover over the world, trapping it. "Such a shame that I may not even notice you hanging onto the noodle that I slurp inside. But it provides an overall thrill to every bite, no?"

Everything darkened as the softness of the last crash allowed Mini to lay limp over the noodle. Shaking her head and looking up, there was no point, the collection of vines, blocking the view, with only cracks of light shining through.

Shaking her head and needing to move, she crawled through the pits of food, through the mush of red sauces, a heaping hill of red, crawled through with a held breath, that coated her so. It took a while, in pushing away the branches of lettuce, to reach one side of the box.

The walls were thick, transparent, with an odd quirk. They spanned forever, up and down, and distilled the view of the beyond world. Yet throughout, there were holes, many of them, small even for her. Mini could reach a hand through one of them, wagging around outside, feeling the coolness, freshness, of oxygen.

"Huh." Mini turned around and rested her back against the wall. "Call me food and still provide holes for me to breathe. Small enough ones that I can't escape through. But still. Guess you do care, don't ya?"

And then the container was lifted, with Mini falling forward, hugging the noodle, and feeling in a plane taking off. Soon the box was put into the depths of some bag, one with silver and tin foil lining. Deep and deep, darkness throughout as, above, the flap allowed in barely any light.

That was before it closed, and all was dark, and the rustle of movement outside crashed the world in here, bouncing its contents, hitting them on Mini, as she was lost with the storm. Enduring every step and sway of the titanic woman, in the depths of a container, in the abyss of a lunch bag.