Detention in a Stomach

~ IV ~

Crossover in a Tummy

Lucky sat at her tiny desk, leaning her head over her shoulder, scratching at her paper with a pencil. Doing nothing but writing her girlfriend's name with a dumb-smile. The nice thing about being small was how such paper could not be recovered at all. She could keep this sweet, sensitive side, all to herself.

Sunset had been late to school. They didn't get to meet in the morning like they usually did. It was funny to think that, in one missed session, the little one was already missing her. They would see each other at lunch.

And Lucky would keep writing her name until then.

Or until a stretch of shadow consumed the woodlands of the desk.

Lucky hardly turned in time to see the side of the glacier that was clothed hips, brushing into the side of the desk, the quake like thousands of beams of a bridge snapping. The shock wave blasted through the ground. It jumped her chair, and the little woman flew, crashing, with a smack, onto the surrounding desk.

She looked up the staggering impossibly to see, in the heaven that was now a hell, the glint eyes, the exposed teeth, and the snarl of a predator. Wide frame and towering stature as clouds formed around the titan's shoulders.

And then fingers shot to pinch on Lucky's sides and brought her to the sky.

That massive face hung in the beyond. Staring at her like a tiger would at a deer. No need for words as those eyes expressed it all. Lucky's arms fell over the fingers at her waist. Fighting to reach into her pocket. To call for Sunset.

But then she yelped as the sky-elevator hurdled through the currents of wind before slowing and then stopping at the next setting. Before her was the sprawl of the stomach. Covered by a vest as it stretched all around. Titanic fabric that was easy to get lost inside.

The fingers lurched forward and the tummy zoomed before the little one was pressed against it. Feeling the smoothness of the fabric with a tease of the skin on the other side. Pinned and struggling. Helpless kicks that wouldn't do much.

Those fingers pushed on her, extra tight, in pressing her into a stomach.

And then it came.

That growl. The thundering inside a dome that was hungry for her. That vast expanse wanting nothing but to consume little ol' her. How it rippled on the surface. She was forced to endure the waves, raising and dropping, as the fingers smothered her against the hungry belly.

Once the howl was done, the girl was pulled from the smoothness of fabric, lifted through the winds to the heavens, to see the head above the clouds. Harsh smiled as she was brought to the sprawl of her lips. The serpent of pink dolled out between the thicknesses, large and wide, with its tip like a cliff.

It lowered to the tiny and pulled up, the broadness, dousing her, in spit and love. The tongue then retracted and the little one went with it—finding herself in a kiss. Lucky's flight kicked in at feeling the fingers slip from her body. It was only the suction of the lips, now, keeping her locked to them.

And the massive eyes that were staring down.

That was until the lips plopped in their finale and released the little one into a fall. Winds crashed into Lucky's back as she looked up. Seeing that face, no matter how further it became, always being massive. How it always looked at her with that little smile.

And the cooled fire in those eyes.

"Did you, u-uh, n-n-need something?"

Harsh licked her lips. "Just coming by to grab my lunch."

Lucky screamed as the hand was brought in, and the mount in the distance opened, revealing the dark cavern. Out from it hurled a pink serpent, thicker than the desert and wider than a wave, the pink tidal crashing down on her.

The tongue licked Lucky absentmindedly. It held enough of her weight that, behind, the two hands cupped into tanned walls—light becoming blocked as only a slice passed down from above. The tongue launched forward, and so did Lucky, clinging to its tip.

Until she was slammed into a palm, recovering, groaning before moaning. She looked ahead and soon threw out a hand—before the tongue slapped down on her again, crushing her with its weight, as she became submerged into its underside.

Then the tongue pulled away into smiling lips.

Lucky had been plastered to the palms by saliva, and they hovered closer to that distant mount, sometimes accelerating at critical words. Nothing could be seen beyond the mouth—only the tease of cheeks on either side.

Those disappeared within seconds, as the lips started to speak.

"And it looks like I just found it."

Lucky waved her hands in front of the incoming mass. "Waiiit! I got stuff to do today! I promised mom that—"

"You promised her no such thing." Those lips were licked by the stride of the pink tongue. "Food cannot speak. It cannot do anything but struggle and be tasty. Does steak get to demand when it will be grilled? Or does pasta scream out when it is boiled? Food set in the microwave doesn't get to ask for how long."

Lucky could barely breathe, due to being feet away from the lips, which curved out from her view. They were too close, too thick, that she could only see their innermost area. "You're... crazy, aren't you? You really do see me as nothing more than a snack."

There was no point in yelling as her head was brought to those lips, although a scream did come out. It was muffled as both lips, despite their immense size, enveloped the head of the student. Her cry was muffled between them, barely echoing across the flesh.

Then the pair rubbed back and forth, feeling her shape, testing her texture, a lick to catch the flavour of her hair.

There was a hum in the air, and the giantess was satisfied, enough for a pair of fingers to pluck Lucky from her lip. She was brought back in a dangle, forced to see the mouth opening again, of the tongue sliding over large white teeth. Then they bit forward, slicing the air, as the chomp rang out in sound.

Lucky then looked down out of fear—only to see a sprawling finger slide into the top of her teacher's top, coming to pull it out, and exposing the dim realm within.

"I told you last time that it would come to this," Harsh spoke without interest as her eyes were settled elsewhere. She lowered the girl down her top. "You are not a student to me. You're not even human. You're food. Something to be tasted, eaten, and devoured. You serve no greater purpose than to be consumed and forgotten."

Lucky saw the inside of the top. It was dark, but a warm wind rushed upward, smelling of body odour. Lucky glanced over her shoulder to see the teases of caramel in the dark. Twin hills able to be licked for their sweetness as she collided between them.

They hardly bounced due to the restraint of her bra as the little one zipped into their divot. Snugged a few feet in as the mounds of softness wound on her already. One lightly pushing into the other, a hugging squeeze, that caused Lucky happiness.

It took a few seconds for the ripples to cease on the boobs and for Lucky to regain herself. She was lying on her back, still looking up, through the darken crack from inside the cleavage. In the darkness above, the collar of the woman appeared, leading to the butterscotch lighthouse of her throat.

To the right was the curve of the tight top, strained in being pulled by the finger, something so small that held back a sea of fabric. Outside of the collar, high above where there was light, where the sky was replaced by a face.

Harshwhinny's downward glance.

Before the finger pulled out, and the top snapped back into place, the darkness returning, and the walking returning. Lucky could do nothing about the bounce of the twins as each leapt to smack into her. Each jostle sent her lower. Devoured more and more by the cleavage.

Eaten by the predator's body.

Harshwhinny closed the break room with her rump and locked the door to be safe. Glancing around revealed an empty area. She strolled to the table, took a seat, set her bag on the table, and opened it up to take out the plastic container.

She held it before her eyes and peered in like looking for little lizards in their glass cage. Nothing but pasta and salad and slices of tomato composed her view. Shaking it, rattling it, rocked its contents.

But did not expose the little one.

Harsh smiled.

She preferred it this way. Her little snack was in there.

And it wouldn't be able to hide for long.

She popped the lid and set it all on the table. She then fished a hand down her top, between her girls, her fingers, fishing, until swiping on something nice. She pinched the pebble of a girl to pull her out from her chest.

Harsh didn't bother with an answer or taking things slow. Instead her dead expression started on undressing the girl as though unrolling candy from its wrapper. The tiny fought. Throwing arms as the fingernails fighting to pull her shirt.

But it didn't matter as no force was needed to slip it off. Much less her pants. And underwear after that. With the articles strewn onto her index, Harsh shoved it deep into her cleavage, swirling, wiping it off on the slope of her girls.

Lucky coughed and shivered a little in being in the nude.

The fingertips smothered into her sides were warm, the skin smooth, enough to cast a little love onto her. Still didn't help when the giantess swept in with the might of her face stealing all view. Or how it peered at her nakedness. Lucky wanted to cover herself—but was already being dashed away.

She looked down her dangling body to see the wooden lands transition into an apartment of Tupperware. Decent feet above it as the fingers at her waist started to slip. Lucky looked up as she fell. Arms going up and seeing the distant titan watch on with amusement.

Soon the edges of the contained passed overhead and the slickness of pasta picked in sound. Her body crashed into a heap of a swirl of noodles. Deep into their middle—like being at the center of a coiled snake. Everything was yellow, dim, and the tremendous sounds of the outside came muffled.

The slick sounds returned as a fork dived into the pits, somewhere, as the whirlpool of food started to turn. Turn and turning and the inside of the heap did the same. Lucky kicked to keep afloat, the circling pasta, below, attempting to suck her deeper. She found a lifeline of a thicker strand to grasp to, holding on as it went around, finding herself breaking through blotches of red sauce.

And then the fork pulled away, and everything slowed, stopping, as all came to a rest. Lucky laid on top of the noodle, dressed in red and covered in cream, hair a mess and the rest of her much the same. She looked no better than the meal now. Everything about her licked into deliriousness.

Nothing but a treat. A delight to be savoured. She wasn't human or a being. Thought and feelings no longer existed for her. Rather she was a snack. A thing to stand at the top of the pile, naked and dressed in sauces, spreading as much of herself in waiting for the spoon to dip from the world beyond.

That was her only purpose now.

To be eaten.

To be caught with the rest of the heap and carried out from the container. To see that large face in the distance with eyes not even looking at her. Just that mouth so far away, closed and slowly opening, revealing the spread of teeth, the moist cavern behind them, the field of tongue stealing the space.

To be brought inside of that mouth and sucked off by lips rolling across the metal. Nothing to be seen on the spoon as it's pulled out. Knowing that the woman was watching something as she ate. Not even paying an idle mind to the things inside her maw.

There Lucky would be. Riding the undulations of the tongue. How it licked and flicked across her naked body. Tasting whatever she had to offer till it was gone. Then she would be swept to the back. Swallowed like nothing. Fulfilling her purpose of being subtle nourishment for this woman.

Pulled down that long passage of her throat and trapped into the chamber of her tummy. Spat out into waters, a splash from her back, as she laid there, waiting to be buried in chewed food. Not caring what happened next or even beyond her prison.

Stuck in the deepest part of a woman.

"You must be Lucky!"

Lucky broke from her trance from inside the temple of paste, looking around for the voice, unsure if it was in her head. Light shone from above inside the swirl. She glanced up to see a part of the ceiling, now lifted, with another head peering it. "Oh, uh, yo?"

The shy girl laughed in fitting her legs through the opening and slipping through. The ceiling closed in after her fall. She crashed next to Lucky, into a thicker swirl of pasta, splashing a little bit of a red coating all around. She laughed as she laid back in her new seat. "I'm Mini!"

"Mini! That's, er, quite the original name you've got there."

"Just like Lucky despite your luck?"

"Got me there." Lucky rolled from her noodle and over the tiny, landing next to her, the two, naked, and reclining, lazily, in pasta. It was like being inside the center of a scoop of ice cream. "Something tells me we're bound to be friends. We have a lot in common."

"Like being tiny, naked, and inside food?"

"I was hoping to see if we were born in the same month or not—but yeah!" Lucky chuckled as her hands plopped into severed leaves from the salad. "Seriously though. Kinda wasn't expecting to find anyone else here. Or anyone, ever, to be my size.”

"Same here! I don't even know how I got this way! Harsh found me cold on the road one day and decided to gobble me up then and there!"

Lucky's face scrunched. "Really? I know she's more aggressive than the rest, but I would never expect her to—"

"No no no! Nothing like that! It was just the best way of keeping me warm... among various other reasons. Good ones. Bad ones. Selfish ones. Not such selfish ones. Yadda." Mini coughed and looked to the golden ceiling. "We decided to stick it together for the time being. Even agreed to be my mom for a bit! You'd never expect that from a lady like her."

Lucky's mouth was open and her eyes were blinking in trying to figure out the one a touch crazier than her. "I'm sorry. But you asked the woman that ate you—to be your mother?"

"Aren't you dating the girl that bullied and swallowed you?"

"Sheet."

"Ahahaa!"

"So Harsh is your mom then? Then what are you doing here?"

"Trying not to get eaten!"

"Your mom eats you!?"

"Gobbles me right up in the middle of asking for help on a math question! Just slams her face into the desk and takes me whole! Nothing like kicking your legs outside of your mother's lips as she swallows you like a shark!"

"And you're okay with it?"

"More fun than a usual mom, don't ya think?"

Lucky took a long moment to think about this. "You're like me—except you don't have to hide yourself as much."

Mini's eyebrow skyrocketed. "You crazy? We're hiding from her right now!' She laughed in then standing and crawling the curve of the dome, a decent way, until she could find some space between stacked noodles. Her head plopped through—and Lucky's next to her.

Both of them, sticking out from their safe haven, to see the rest of the apartment of food. Looking up to the opening where there was no lid—but the gigantic face of Harsh still blocked the way. Her fork dove before them, stabbing into miles of string, turning and turning, collecting it around the prongs of her fork.

Before the mass rose to the giantess.

"Hey mom!" Mini called out to the greatness that wanted nothing more to shovel the specks inside her mouth and trap them in her belly. Lucky panicked. Covering her hands over the other's mouth. Yet Mini went on. "Wanna tell Lucky about that one time you found and ate me?"

Harsh's response was to drive the fork into her mouth, taking off the food, looking out and beyond, like she usually did on her lunch. Mini laughed before wiggling back into the dome. Lucky was right behind her as they both fell inside.

"Looks like she was making good on her promise after all!"

"Which is?"

"When Harsh decides to see me as nothing but food, she won't break from that, no matter what." Mini giggled. "There is nothing you and I can hope to dooo to escape her now! She'll get both of us and swallow us whole—whether we want to or not!"

Lucky sighed. "No choice but being trapped inside her stomach?"

"Yup! We're nothing more than food now," Mini danced over and hugged Lucky tightly, "you and I!"

Lucky blushed in never being like this with another woman. Feeling her chest press into another's as their tits rubbed from the hug. Her arms wrapped around the other, able to feel a body, a frame the same size as her.

And then her hands went down to that ass, able to fit it in her palms, giving it a squeeze—which caused the other glee. Mini reached for her much in the same way, thinking of it as a lovely gesture. The dome became hotter for multiple reasons.

Sunset would kill me right now. Or maybe... she'd get off to it? Seeing two little nudes trying to finish before she sweeps them onto a spoon and devours them? Much less keeping the act inside her stomach—or other places.

"Hmm..." the boom of a hum wobbled from the heavens beyond their world. "Touch too cold. Will need to warm it up." Suddenly everything lifted as the two slipped into the slits in the ground, descending even deeper. They clung to each other, the surrounding, collapsing, and forcing them to be tighter. "Few seconds in the microwave should do it."

Lucky wobbled in place to feel the mountain of pasta crushing into her back. She was pinned into the other tiny, their noses touching, eyes glowing, and cheeks blushing. It'd be so easy for a kiss. Locked in this little ball within the heap of food. Currently unable to escape any of it.

"She's... she's going to microwave us." Lucky breathed and felt the same from her friend. "You sure your mom's not gonna kill us? She kinda just plucked me out of the blue and tossed me in here."

"Only because of your previous experience together." Mini rose to kiss Lucky on the cheek. She laughed in feeling how warm it was. "And she would never do things to outright harm us. It's just for show—or to enhance the experience."

Lucky did her best to accept that as plastic slid across the plate inside the microwave. It was an empty warehouse. One with glass and a dimmed door that barely saw to the outside world. Then came the clicks. Thundering beeps. The low and rising hum as the world started to turn.

And everything became hot.

Noodles heated around them and distant crinkling of fires echoed out. Feeling of a world turning to the overhead buzzing of a dome. Soon there was a ring as the greatest bell was being chimed. Soon a click rang out, and their world jostled in the monstrous hand that held it.

Taking it back to the desk where it then settled.

And the giantess returned to eating.

Lucky had been staring into the face of the other tiny in the depths of the noodles that, without knowing it, she had been pushed back. Seconds later, metal prongs stabbed into the space, beams of steel that started to swirl. Mini waved as a current started in a sloshing sound.

Both girls were caught in a whirlpool as the gigantic fork had spun the dish to disperse the heat. Due to the heat trapped at the bottom, each lost in their sections and were forced to climb up. Lucky did as such. Feeling pockets of steam rise at her feet. She crawled, through the crinkling of pasta, breaching the surface with a breath.

Only to see the following sight.

It was a batch of pasta swirled around the fork and, within the mane vines of orange, was a little body caught by them. Bound halfway in the wrap and unable to escape it, twisting and turning, kicking for the fun of it.

Mini promptly collapsed with glee as the roller coaster took to the sky above the plastic rim. She caught view of Lucky. She started waving, able to shout, across the wondrous and greatening distance between them. "See ya in the stomach!"

Her words had hardly been finished before the fork dove into the colossal mouth of the uncaring station. So dwarfed by the lips appearing around her as to only be a dot in their comparison. The fork flew in, only the underside of the face able to be seen, the rest simply too big to enter view.

The lips closed on the fork and pulled back on it. Nothing but steel glazed with spit as it floated in the clouds. That might jaw chewed in its rolls back and forth. No different from any other bite. Ever so slowly, it lifted, swallowing, a lazy hand touching the bulge in the throat.

It was like a space-elevator in the plumpness that travelled down it. So large and like a hill, thinning as it went. Then there was nothing. Even the gulp was gone from the air. Lucky watched from the throat to the collar to the chest to the tremendous stomach in the background.

It killed her to think that Mini was inside that monstrosity. That stomach in the distance. Wider than her vision and deeper than her perception could handle. That there was another world that existed within that woman. So deeply tucked inside, carried around, and unknown about by her herself.

You couldn't know what was going on in there. The foot being spat and strewn across. How it must have looked inside. No amount of looking would reveal Mini inside there. Walking around that stadium and unable to break through those walls. Even as the giantess walked, Mini was inside, able to sit and run, or lie and sleep.

The two could be independent despite being together.

Lucky looked up to see another scoop of pasta that flew into the titan's maw. Taking it, chewing it, and eating it. Head tilted back and another swallow. Another caresses if the bulge there. There was nothing special about each bite. To the predator—it all was the same.

She fell back into the thought of this. In a bathtub of noodles in a defeated state. She hardly noticed the glint of metal passing overhead. Or how the ground was suddenly lifting. Lucky's head shook in realizing that she was sliding down a noddle.

Lucky hugged the noodle and looked down. The plastic world's interior shrunk below, a jungle left behind, but, as she looked up, she saw her strand hanging from the prongs of the fork. A density of them was wrapped about it. Her rope suspended from the side.

Smoothness rubbed between her thighs as her body slid down the rope. Panicking, she grabbed the sides of the noodle, clawing up, as the mass of it tore to the heavens. Before this was the rising of a wall. The distant border of a purple top to the neck able to keep the titan up.

Lucky looked up to the underside of the fork as it became straight. It flew between the lips above, and she was rocked with it, the noodle jostled onto the cliff of a chin. Tanned and creamy and smooth. It banged against it a few times, smearing the place with sauce—which might be licked.

But that would not be her fate. Lucky held onto the rope, now pressed into the chin, seeing afar, the ship of the spoon retreating into the sky. She looked up to the bottom swell of the lips to see the noodle draped from it. She clung tighter to it, scared, not knowing what to do.

Thankfully the answer proved to be nothing. There was the loud sound of a slurp as well as sudden acceleration. Lucky had already been holding tight as the noodle shot across the chin, between the lips, and slurped, with a fired cannon's worth of suction.

Everything was dim and moist and echoed with the sounds of waves and wetness that crinkled. Slices of light loomed behind, silver and bright, but slim in its illumination here. Lucky soared for a moment before clattering onto the tongue. She slid to a slick sound. Turned to face the back of the lips.

She was able to see over the tongue, to the mouth now closed where, in its slit, the light shone it. At her sides, the teeth were dropping, grinding, mincing the food into mush. Lucky couldn't do anything in lying here. Smiling. Tracing a finger over the swell of a taste bud.

Inside the mouth of a tiger.

It did not care that she was in here. She would not make any difference to it. It continued to eat, to go on as normal, these functions not anything special. Even though a town could fit inside this mouth—it did not matter to it. Banks of mush formed at the sides, rising, that she could so easily become locked into the center of.

Soon everything tilted back as the lips appeared overhead. Lucky didn't fight the gravity in sliding back over the soft bridge of moist flesh. Enjoying the passing bumps and the increasing speed. Food gathered on the tongue, sliding around as well, letting her know what was to join her.

This creature had no clue what it looked like in here. How her swallow must have looked. It was some mindless thing, driven by primal desires, without further regard to it all. How it so claimed and consumed the little one. The back of the throat, the tease of the abyss, already nabbing at her feet.

Lucky was pulled over the edge of the tongue and sucked into the passage of the throat, unlike her friend who, in being compacted into the mush of food, was at the center of the bulge. This tiny fell, arms up, the convulsing walls, with popping sounds, squeezing at her legs, releasing at her arms, in its taking her down.

The gulp was loudest. How it echoed and deafened her. Rubbing against her, always, as it washed her in softness. Soon there was an opening at her feet and the opening of a zone. Lucky fell for but a second. Crashing, landing with a splash. Already she could feel the presence of another.

"Come here often?"

Lucky laid on her front and gazed from there to upward. There was a hand before her face, being held, with the naked friend behind it. Both of them smiled as the former took it. She wiped herself down. "Only once. As for stomachs as a whole? Well... you could call them my second home."

"Being tiny is awesome—isn't it? You get so many homes! Being in a bra has a few of them." Mini nodded with a smile as, around them, the stomach's distant walls, clenching, started to contract. "There's also panties! Back and front! Plus, the retreat between her other lips! Don't think I can count the number of places I have on Harsh on all two of my hands!"

Lucky chuckled with a shake of her head. She laid her hands on her hips. "Think I see you there. Sunset finds a way to spice up wherever she keeps me. Plus Luna... found a few more ways to keep me on... and in her."

She then scratched the side of her head. "You ever think it's the whole act of being shrunk that causes us to be like this?"

Above them, broad and dense, a stalactite of spittle broke from the ceiling, falling, and crashing between them. It exploded on contact and lathered the two. It was lush and slimy. The beating ground, the pulsating cave, it all rang to the distant beating of a thunderous heart.

Both girls were inside a living thing.

"You kidding? Think of all the unique opportunities you'd miss out at this size!"

Lucky covered a hand over her laugh. Around her. The prison tightened. Distant heaps of bitten noodles and various remains of leaves marked the zone. They were burning away, chipping, as warm waters were at the girls' heels.

Both of them, safe in the zone, as the body did as it usually did.

Harshwhinny couldn't help but release a little burp after her meal, no doubt shrinking the space inside her stomach, which was now home to the two tinies. She patted it, thankful for the heft in her meal. She felt full. Kind of filling not known for a long time. Each slap on her stomach rocked the dome within.

She knew that, for them, it would be a terrific banging on their cage. Reminder of where they were—inside of her. Trapped and unable to get out. Forced to be deep inside. Endure all that came. She wasn't conscious of what went on there... despite composing all of it.

With the meal done and everything packed, Harshwhinny stood from the desk, stretching her back, flexing her stomach, no doubt, for a moment, bunching the two into each other—as well as slamming them into a pile of food. There shouldn't be too much of it left by now. And soon the space would grow back.

She walked to the fridge to return her sack for the day before touching the coffee pot. Taking it over the mug left there, she poured it, no steam, but the liquid retained a low burn. She returned the pot once done. Then, in returning her seat, she decided to enjoy herself.

Harsh rubbed her stomach, moaning, before taking a sip of coffee.

Mini already felt the fear of being alone at this site, removed, in where she laid now. In one corner of the stomach, the smallest pile of pasta remained, still unburned. The two laid on it, together, locked in each other's arms. Enjoying the contact, the embrace, and all that came in being in this place.

They watched the walls and how it would wrinkle. Breathing to a heartbeat as everything contracted before expanding. The space was growing and soon it would return to a proper chamber. There was also the distant heartbeat, above and beyond, powerful, comforting, and a reminder of the might of the one they were inside.

The sounds outside the chamber were of a hand brushing across the stomach's terrain. It's touching a sea of fabric like the lull of an ocean. It comforted them. But then a different sound awash above.

Both girls looked up from their embrace to hear the swirling of currents into the maw now considered a penthouse. Distant swallow that grew near in the flushing of a sewer. Soon the valve opened to a spay of black. Continuous currents, pouring hard, and spreading throughout the zone.

The two read each other's mind while standing as the stomach had boomed in gurgles. Walking was challenging as the ground undulated and was like walking on wet sand. Yet the two made it to where the coffee poured, wading through the ankle-high current, coming to duck and splash it into each other.

Laughing and playing. The subtle burn of caffeine nipping at their calves. They splashed each other in the liquid as the sound echoed off the flesh. So did their giggles. The fun had in a tummy. Locked within the depths of a titan.

The games had carried on throughout the day, in the pulsating cave of a stomach, one jostled around as the giantess walked. Both girls stumbled into each other, laughing in their dance, in the thuds, rises and drops of their hostess.

One side would rise, and the other would drop, the coffee from before, although drained, swishing to one side as they went with it. Then the reverse would happen, and they would dance to the right. Far outside of here, the titan walked through the hallway, with a hand pressed to her stomach.

None could see what happened inside. Or even what the effects of a mere stride would have on those inside. But the two rocked around, avoiding the piles of food, as they collapsed, from the walk. Soon though. It had been time for class and the grading of papers.

As the teacher came to sit at her desk, with all the other students in a test, underneath her clothing and through her skin, in the little sac at the center of her being, there, the two tinies stood in the near darkness. Chasing after one another, a sprint and a tackle, the kicking and wiggling to break free.

They played and did as they pleased regardless of what it was like outside. At one point, still hyper from the fun of having another at this size, they started jumping, finding that, if one jumped, it didn't do much. But if they both jumped simultaneously, the ground gave away more and, because of this, they were able to bounce.

And they bounced around to the annoyed hums that boomed within the chamber. Few distant pats like thunder crashing on the zone. They kept bouncing. Seconds later, the sounds of streams, emerged, and the bouncing girls had leapt into the pouring of coffee after that.

It smacked them into the ground and washed them back. They both laughed and held each other in being carried with the wave. As the place filled all the way to their necks, almost at the point where they could swim, the two, in needing a break, decided to enjoy this as well.

Sitting next to each other in the coffee, with the little steam that rose, enjoying how it prickled at their skin. Feeling washed and bathed and being set in a hot tub. Faint scratching of paper emerged from beyond.

As the giantess was hunched over in a chair, now grading work, inside, the two slackers were taking it easy in the pool. Sometimes there'd be a twist. Rocking from left to right, summoning crashing waves, splashing and drowning the girls for a second at the time. Then there was a twist, as the coffee curved, the force breaking into them.

They resurfaced a few moments later with only their heads visible. They looked up in figuring out the woman had been adjusting herself on the chair. Trying to get comfortable or whatnot. It was enough to shake up the pool in her stomach.

That made them laugh again as they decided, for the moment, to give swimming, from one wall to another, a try.

The classes had ended, and the trip to the bathroom had been the quickest. It was empty and this caused Harsh to smile. She looked over her chest and down at her belly. Then, closing her eyes, she raised her arms.

She started to rotate herself. Feeling how she spun in place. The rocking of currents into her belly and the storm being created for the ones within. How they would be splashed up and submerged down in trying to break above the waters.

Or how she thrust her hips, forward and back, to rock the pool that way.

She kept this up in feeling powerful. In owning others inside of her. That she was so big, so massive, that they could exist inside. Harsh took out her phone and already had Celestia's contact up. She'd already informed Celestia of her tiny and the plans for them to meet.

To how they should spend this weekend together.

To a ding and a message from Celestia.

With full approval.

Harsh smiled in tucking her phone into her pocket and pulling her purse back over her shoulder. It contained everything that belonged to the two. She turned to the door, intent for home, all while, inside, the tiny two did as they did.