Detention in a Stomach

~ V ~

The Various Kinds of Sleepovers at This Size

Harsh barely set the contents of her purse on the table before being struck by the delightful tickles in her belly. Moaning with closed eyes in how tiny feet explored her cavern and bitty hands felt over her walls. Such small places made to feel so large, due to the little ones trapped inside.

She strolled over to the couch and took a seat, resting a hand over her belly, rubbing there, with a head thrown back, enjoying the bliss of trouble makers. They must be looking for a way out by now. Or, at least, trying to annoy her.

One slap to her belly and they were rocked, silenced, for a couple of moments. A reminder that they were inside a goddess who owned them. She rubbed for a while to milk the fullness. Then it came time.

“Alright, you two.” Harsh gave one last solid pat. “Time for the two of you to come out now.”

She coughed and pulled from her stomach, feeling everything inside, contract, as the two soft rocks were pulled up. Expanding her throat as they flew up it before firing out into her mouth. Their little weights rested on her tongue. Harsh looked down at her mouth.

Letting her tongue slide them to the backs behind her teeth, she then jabbed at the two with the appendage, licking them for that final taste. Then she rolled her head forward and opened her mouth. The two little bodies fell from her lips onto the hovering palm.

Harshwhinny pulled away with a swipe at her lips while looking at them with a grin. They were so small. Like insects on the stage that was her hand. Barely anything compared to the wrinkles of her palm. She viewed them as a callous goddess would her subjects.

“I've decided the two of you have earned some time from outside of me.” It was like a proclamation of her sinister generosity as the force of her voice swept across the two. “So long as you return for dinner—the both of you can do as you please.”

One of them stood up and walked forward. Harsh's head turned and the eye came close to see the little figure of Lucky. Of course she had to be the one to speak up. “And what happens if we don't come back?”

Smirk. “Then I'll just have to keep you on me then.”

Lucky had no clue what would happen in walking forward, asking a question to see where the answer would go, not knowing it would doom them to the fate of disobeying. The hand closed into itself like a stadium able to close its ceiling. The two were wrapped in darkness, the softness of fingers next, both of them, ground into the other, snug in the opening of the fist.

They looked over the top of the hand and endured the harsh winds of its descent. Diving to above the waistband of the pants, where the other monstrosity came to float into their aerial view, as its fingers pulled back on the elastic.

The front of the pants, opening in slowness, earned the attention of the two, seeing the dimness of the interior as was darkness. Denim curved out to reveal the creamy texture of the groin. The violet, velvet panties, snug to the shape of the woman.

The hand holding back the pants, its thumb, reached out to the brim of the underwear and tugged back on it—revealing the dusky cot that awaited them. The fist holding the two lowered, well above the opening of the panties. They could see the crop of camel over the crotch—its curve teased into the darkness.

And then the fist unravelled and the two, holding each other, started to plummet together. Falling as their hair rushed upward and the structure of the woman leaned over to watch their fall. They dipped into the dimness, next into the darkness, the winds removed, the heat returned, a unique scent in the air.

Both of their bodies pelted the slope of the panties, deep into the richness of its texture, how smooth and thick it was. They rolled and began on a long slide together. As they went, to the sides, where the stationary pillars of butterscotch. And above them, rolling with them in an arch, was the stagger vulva of the woman.

They could barely look up to see out from their slide. Only the thumb holding back the two articles and the sprawling woman that raced to the heavens. The thumb then slipped out and back. Everything lurched forward with ferocity as all snapped into the crotch.

That distant, rolling land, zooming close, expanding out until they lurched into it The two girls were splayed as the elastic sounded above. Pinned on edges of the folds, wiggling, unable to break free.

Then the legs at their sides started to stride. Rolling forward and coming back as thunderous stomps quaked from below. It was like seeing the machinery of a mighty machine from inside of it. Just how powerful everything was that powered the titan.

How it could so easily imprison them in various spots on its body.

Every step caused a twist to the hips and flexed the underwear, a subtle one, that bent them into the lips. Each hugged a fold and were rubbed into its sides. The pressure of the dense, smooth wall forced them to nuzzle the lips. No stronger than the shifting fabric of panties.

“I guess this is what I get for asking questions.” Lucky's voice echoed in the darkness and helped to remind them that they weren't alone. She looked over her shoulder, in the twisting and flexing underwear. “Must have to weigh the pros and cons of being gobbled before you ask for anything.”

Seeing through the violet spread of the underwear, while not impossible, revealed itself to be pointless. There was the far more dense wall of the denim pants that strode with the giantess sway. Her zipper had been done up and there could be no peeking to the beyond.

They were hopelessly ground into the pussy of the woman by her mere walking.

“Do not disturb me while you are in there.” Harsh's voice rang from outside their prison—but its bass reverberated across her frame. Her mounds tingled at the ring of every distant word. “There are far worse places to have kept you. Your time in my stomach earned you a reprieve. Do not make me regret it—or else you will be doing the same.”

Something came into the screen at the front of the pants, a mighty hand smacking onto the zone, the pat, its force, breaking through the density as the power rocked through them. The two clung harder to the folds in enduring it. The force, the impact, and the vibrations that rumbled in the fabric. Then the hand was taken away.

And the woman started walking again.

There was nothing said for the time now. Lucky laid back in a curve as she impressed on the underwear a bit. It was comfortable. Smooth and soft and warm. So were the staggering lips that rose beyond view. If she angled herself right enough, to the right and up the slit, there, she could see the slice where fabric met skin.

The top of their prison was where the light shone in.

The passage in underwear was always pleasant. The feeling of legs, striding at the sides, to their distant quakes below. Knowing of the miles, quickly crossed, from inside of here. Always safe and snug. Warm and close to a place of love.

Soon Lucky found the will to break the silence. “So... do you often spend time in your mother's underwear?”

The back of her head rubbed against the fabric while looking to the other side of the slope. Mini was there, holding the lip as though it were a body pillow. She giggled. “Yeah. Will pick me up and drop me off wherever she feels like keeping me. My favourite time to be in here is at night!”

“Night huh? Do you guys, uh... y-y'know?”

“Course I know what you're thinking! We do it as often as we can!” Mini cheered with shoulders resting. “It's nice too. Because Harsh always dresses light for bed. Nothing but purple panties and usually no top. It's usually bright enough for me to see!”

Lucky squinted. “See? Does that really matter much?”

“Duh! How else am I supposed to read?”

“Read? You... I...” Lucky shook her head and tried again as the legs continued their strides and booms erupted in their wake. It was like the ticking of an organic clock. “Roll me back again real quick. What is it exactly you and Harsh do at night?”

Mini's expression asked if the other girl was stupid. “Read of course! The best time to do it is right before sleep! You're in bed, drained by the bed, needing some nice covers—maybe a cup of tea—and something to get lost in. Y'know, a book that can fill you back up.”

Lucky nodded as she went along with the logic. “She lies back on her bed, reading, dressed only in underwear.”

Mini giggled. “And I'm inside that, usually against her clit, reading with the light that gets in! Best place to do it! It's always like a sunny afternoon beneath a tree! Except the tree and the field are a—“

“No need to finish that thought.” Lucky waved a hand and let it drop onto the underwear, where it sunk, rested, and was warmed by the burning texture. “It's already clicked in my mind. But how about you? Seems like you and Harsh get along well and—dang, I should really stop moving.”

Lucky had wiggled as to not have the weight of the protruding lip weighing into her front but, try as she might to wiggle out from underneath it—the weight was too great to escape. Worse was the sweat that came slick across it. The building temperature. Everything that could lead to a few unsavoury ways.

“Naaaaaah! You don't have to worry about that! How do you think I get away with snuggling against her clit as I read?” Mini wiggled in place as to jostle the fold a little, although it laid on her, not much moving. It was a bridge of flesh, sure, but that didn't stop it from being a bridge. “Harsh has, like, a superpower to turn it off! She can cut off feelings to herself—she's like a robot like that.”

Lucky coughed with a grin. “You're tellin' me.”

“We could be down here for an hour and she would feel a hint of excitement—unless she wanted to. She's a bit strange like that. Very double meaning. Treats us like food... but leaves an air hole in her containers.”

“Certainly would never let us die,” Lucky picked up. “But maybe only so she can tease us for another day?”

“Caring as far as her interest? Maaaaaybe! Probably not.” Mini laid back and bent the hill of lavender fabric a touch. She spread her arms and legs, in and out, testing the flexibility of the elastic. She giggled. “Think she enjoys hunting and treating us like food. But at the same time. She cares. Or at least cares about doing the right thing—which is good enough for me.”

“Her current right thing is trapping us in her underwear?”

“Beat on the skin and scream to be let out,” Mini called her bluff. “See what happens!”

Lucky deflated.

And then.

“More boring that way.”

“You got it, sister!”

Lucky blinked and glanced over. “You my sister now?”

“Sure! Unless you don't want me to be.”

“Nah! I mean yes! You... uh...” Luck forced her arm behind her neck, pushing back on the fabric, scratching there. “Guess I just never expected someone else to live this kind of life with me. Being shrunk... much less the lewd bits that come with it. But you seem nice enough. Sisters? Sure.”

“Yay! The shrunk sisters!”

“Should it be shrunken?”

“I can be your shrink if you like.”

“Shrunk sisters work. Yeah. That'll do for me.”

Soon the striding legs had come to a stop and the sounds of the beyond were harder to hear. There was a waterfall, its force, loud and dull, smashing into metal. Lucky looked at the lazy lip that was rolled onto her. Placing her hands on it, she pushed, wiggling, teasing it with her movements—to a hushed shudder above.

But she couldn't free herself of it.

Letting go, the rest of it fell, crushing into her, and she had no choice but to lie back. Rolling her head on the panties, she looked across to see Mini the same. Looking at her, smiling, with a gleeful glint in her eyes.

“So... I don't think I ever asked about your story.”

“Harsh and I don't end up like this too often now.” Mini shrugged. “Just whenever she's in one of her hunger phases and sees me as food. Maybe, if we're not careful enough, she'll smother us with the big girl between us.”

Her hand gestured to the slit, which had been opening a little bit as time went by, revealing the cunny that awaited them inside. How they could wind up in there, with the folds closing in afterward. No choice but to stay there—or crawl into the hole with no exit.

“She told me your moms were kinda the same—but she couldn't be too sure.”

Lucky sighed. “Glad I'm not the only one who has a sexual deviant for a mom—or mothers.”

The two eventually got on talking about everything they could, the present and the past, their hopes for the future regardless of their size. The tale of the bully to girlfriend and the coming into a new family. The other's lack of memory, sudden appearance, and dwindled size.

“Feel for you on that one,” Lucky said after the moments of silence that followed in the concluded tale. Her head was lowered. Even inside underwear and pinned underneath a pussy—some elements of life could never lose their power. “To suddenly appear not knowing who you are. Not having anyone you could run to. The world is pretty big—and bigger for us.”

Mini nodded and rolled onto her back, and Lucky did the same, the two looking up to the stars above, which was the floral design on the underwear. Lucky kept going on. “So easy to get lost or trapped somewhere. Easily able to be swiped and taken forever. Sometimes you even wonder if you can do anything worthwhile at this size.”

Mini gave a tired giggle. “I don't wonder any of those things.”

Lucky giggled the same. “Sorry. Guess you're the first tiny I could project myself onto.”

“But the previous ones apply! Someone else could have taken me and done so much worse! Or none could have come and I would have died in the cold.” Mini shook her head and kept doing so at every suggestion. “Or a car could have driven over me—not like I can outrun the width of a tire! That, or stepped on. Maybe a squirrel would have taken me for food and I would be in his belly forever.”

Lucky chuckled. “Guess, in some ways, you struck lucky with Harsh.”

“Don't forget I struck lucky with Lucky too!”

“You did that for the pun.”

“Doesn't make it any less true!”

“Fair enough.”

“I might be tiny and small and not know a clue about who I am supposed to be—but that means I get to ditch it all! Get to be as I please!” Mini tapped the side of her head. “Maybe it sucks to not be normal and get to be like everyone else. But then I think of how there aren't any other tiny people in the world—and I realize that makes me special!”

Lucky chose to laugh and nod instead of raising a fuss.

“I get a home and a mom and an education and a unique life! If it stands to be that I'm unique at this size, then that must mean that there are only things that can be done at this size! I'll be so much in demand for whatever that it will change the world!”

“Pftt.” Lucky shook her head as Mini splayed herself in the rising excitement, beating on the folds, which were getting wet, the air, hotter, although none of them noticed. “Guess you're right. We do things others can't for the ones we like. Maybe it's our lack of power that will cause others to see us in a certain way."

“Like being tiny spies able to sneak into a base! Or going inside some complex machinery to work on it from inside of it.”

Lucky blinked. “Huh. I guess there is a world for us beyond high school.” Then she thought about it some more. “Sunset and I could also be spies. She could keep me on her until I would need to break away. That would be a lot of fun.”

“Just don't let work get in the way of love!”

“Probably too busy making love to even get to work.”

“I need a giant girlfriend now.”

“There's a lot to them that you have to take care of.”

“But you have Sunset and your moms plus Harsh and a few others!”

“Lifetime of practice! You're only a few weeks in.”

“No fair.”

“Maybe I'll share Sunset with you, sometime, and see how well you do.”

“Yay to threesomes! Maybe we'll try Harsh and Celestia next?”

Lucky's eyes clenched. “Afraid to say that I don't see it. Besides, my mom would win.”

“Nah! Harsh is way more meaner.”

“Celestia's stacked in everything from looks to brains to success.”

“Harsh is a tiger that has no problem slashing at the top of the food chain.”

“My mother is still better than your mother.”

“Nah! Mine's better.”

“Maybe because of all the stuff you get to do with them!” Mini deflated and sank more into the purple cot. “Harsh loves me. But don't douse me in the stuff. I like hearing about the smooches and coos and all the little teases they do. Wish I was close like that with my mom.”

Lucky's eyes narrowed. “Can't say I see Harsh becoming all lovey-dovey... but there's a part like that, locked inside of her, I think. Give it time. You two keep like mother or daughter—or something close to that—and something deeper is bound to blossom between you.”

Mini smiled. “Maayybe.”

Lucky chuckled. “If not! Maybe I have another idea that could get you two closer.”

Harsh bit her lips to stifle a moan from the gooey goodness buzzing from her crotch. Her eyes had closed as she dropped the knife onto the counter. Then, in coming to the corner of it, she rubbed her groin into it. Rubbing up and down on the edge, feeling it push through her fabric, rubbing into the prison.

The shock of the girls was barely louder than a buzzing fly. It came, muffled through clothing, as they suffered inside her underwear. Pressed into her pussy, rubbed, slowly, across its length. Feeling its slickness start to douse them.

Their talking had gotten to her. How they wiggled into her folds, each edging deeper into her abyss, feeling it lurch out to claim them. She'd been hungry. Down there at least. So large and so empty. A huge, undulated cavern, forced to suckle on itself. Producing spittle from the beating of its soft walls.

Her cunny begged to have a morsel to taste on.

Don't know how to keep still and silent, do you, either of you? Harsh leaned before the stove and set the dial to a low simmer before backing off the counter. She eyed the couch from over her shoulder. That would do. Getting away with so much in being able to talk out of it. Yet the two of you forget how tiny you are. Maybe it's how time someone reminded you of how powerless you really are—without the support of the giants around you.

She was aware that, in every step toward the couch, the long stride of her legs pulled on the underwear, flexing it and straining it into her cunny, snuffing the little ones against it—grinding them. She turned and collapsed onto the cushions. Her legs spread, making the prison between them tighter.

There was no hint of them in the jeans. No bulge or talking or movement. One would only see a woman sitting by herself. Harsh grinned. Then she snaked a hand down the front of her jeans, starting to rub, clenching her face in uttering a moan, the joy flushing through her.

She could feel them. Each on a lip and slipping inside to the cavern between them. How tiny they were, in being pinned by a fold, now rubbed across the softness by the hand outside. Harsh started to thrust her hips. If only a little. Getting used to rocking herself to the shocks of pleasure.

Feeling how they pressed and pushed into her, the little struggled, not even pinches, of beating hands, kicking feet, and fighting to get free. Yet they could not escape her. Even if they could be free of her pussy—all Harsh had to do, then, was the article up, and they would be pinned.

She continued to rub them, pat them, and have them against her slit. But soon that wasn't good enough. They weren't doing the trick. The inside of her pussy needed a treat. Slipping a hand into her pants with fingers slipping inside her panties.

Harsh got about to sending the two to work.

Lucky felt a quaking to her world as the curved canopy above had flattened from an immense weight behind it, the sound of skin rubbing across denim, in the air, as well as the wrinkling of them being guided between the folds.

Then there was the sound of the elastic rising. The tease of light over the curve of the rolling hill of butterscotch. They looked over it to see the band of their prison, barely lifted, and only enough so to allow a hand to glide in.

The massage appendage curved over the mounds and pushed back the ceiling of violet, enough to give them space—before taking it for itself behind them. The fingers passed over and under them, until they collapsed forward, each girl caught beneath a finger, as it rested on the folds.

The monster moaned in the beyond and shudders broke down the structure. The hand rubbed up and down, the two moving, on the dense cable of flesh, across it. Heat sweltered inside the panties as the thickness of musk could be tasted on the tongue. One could lick at the air to feel its heat and enjoy its taste.

They were also being licked themselves. The slick sounds of juices being pushed into and spread around and lathered onto them. Lucky was set to cling to the folds, arms and legs over it, its middle, dug into her center. Her pussy rubbed onto it, causing her to moan, unable to suppress a few moans.

The hand pulled away for a second and Lucky rose from the fold, that was, until the weight of a hill crushed into her back. Powerless against a mere fingertip as it sunk her into the density of the slit. She barely rolled her face to the side, breathing in the scent of pussy—and looking to the other side.

There was a Mini. Swinging her limbs and laughing, a gigantic finger was set on her back, pushing her across the slope of the fold. She didn't care about the large thing backed into her. Or how she was being used to serve a massive pussy. Much less caring about being locked in the world of another woman's underwear.

Lucky lowered her shoulders and allowed herself to be smothered. Beyond the thick ceiling, the moans continued, raging across the sky and clearing its clouds, the power of a woman in lust. The force on their backs and the speed of their slide increased.

The two were then launched all the way up. Off the folds and with a momentum that tore them over the space and into the woman's exposed clit. It loomed above, large and round, a boulder of skin that twitched.

“It seems as though two of you are unable to understand the concept of time out,” the voice was a muffled echo from outside of the underwear but, against the skin, it vibrated and rang clear. “I trust that the two of you won't mind the coming punishment too much.”

The bottom of the woman took a seat on the couch as the swallowing of leather exploded beneath the pair. The titan adjusted in her seat, coming to raise and spread her legs, further tightening the fabric prison.

“But it would be cruel to send you inside of me while I was still so dry.” Harsh's voice droned through the underwear as both girls had their backs plastered to brown fingertips. Each of them hovered inches from the other—and before the boulder of skin. “So get me warm. Get me wet. Your efforts will be judged from how moist I am from the inside.”

Lucky made a face.

But Mini held out her hand. “Grab on!”

“You crazy!?”

“We're screwed either way, right?” Mini nearly cheered at the notion. “So we might as well enjoy it! Mom must be needing this if she's willing to ruin a good pair of panties!”

Lucky reached out and grabbed the hand, and the two were locked as sisters, before being thrust into the clit of their mother. The giantess moaned a sweet release, a light breathing following through her mouth. Those fingers ground the girls into the boulder in little circles, their bodies going limp, as all they could be was padding that served.

Heat raised in the underwear as moisture was above the air.

There was a little element of steam that could not escape through the fabric or slip beneath the snug waistband. Instead, the place sweltered, and the girls, being pulled from the clit, were sticky, and smelling of Harshwhinny's pussy.

“Maybe I should have allowed you to tend to that while I read a book,” Harsh mused from heaven as the fingers retreated from the clit—like a starship floating away from its base. The girls in the cockpit were lowered, though, down the slit that was without end. “But since this is punishment for your inability to do nothing, it is exactly that you will be forced to do.”

The ceiling of the underwear was pulled back as fingers dipped into the slope of the zone. Shooting downward, they laid on the base of the folds, spreading them, revealing the tucked away cunny.

The girls were jerked forward to the massive vault of flesh, seeing inside to the darkness, the faint illuminations of massive shapes that undulated in tandem. There was a fresh release of steam as a cloud of musty mist swallowed the two.

“Get a look good, girls,” Harsh remarked as the fingers resumed their ride, “because you won't be seeing much of anything in a moment.”

Both girls held hands as the ride then blasted forward, entering the smallest entrance to the massive woman, swallowed in darkness and heat and in a pussy able to house a street. They were barrelled deeply inside, where all was dark, and wet flesh massaged together. Little tides coursed below, and muscles ground together, titanic things, pushing together, their sounds echoing in the organic cavern.

“Wooow!” Mini cheered in the abyss that was a cunt as her echo carried throughout it. “Mom could just toss us in here and forget! It would be an interesting place to play tag though, no?”

Mini had looked to Lucky in the darkness, a light pouring from a mile behind, which barely reached this place. Lucky felt like the ride was at the top, the halt before the fall, where the real game began. “Y-Yeah. Maybe.” She swallowed and looked around. “Y'know, the inside of my mom is a lot brighter than this.”

That caused her to blink. “Maybe the brightness inside of someone is dependent on how good of a person they are?”

Mini giggled. “Or how alive they feel!”

Lucky joined her on that. “Agreed.”

Both girls tried to wiggle from the base of the fingers, forced to drink the spice of a woman's fumes. The hardened slickness that doused them was unable to be cracked. Both of them panted as their hair fell over their faces.

Lucky chuckled. “Y'know, I doubt that this will ever happen but—if we ever end up inside of my mother.” She then blushed. “Like, deep deep inside of her—there's almost like a hot spring at the center of her womb.”

Mini blew and vibrated her lips. “Whaaaat? No way!”

“Well, think about it! My mom is Celestia! A woman that peaceful, of course the center of her being would reflect that.” She then thought of that nicer, warmer place—along with the gentle sway of her moving mother. “I was in her womb once when she was in school. I remember laying back a little in the, uh, white springs, feeling the steam, enjoying her sway as, beyond there, she was just walking the halls—nothing different from the usual.”

“Wow!” Mini laughed. “That sounds like fun!”

There was no time for the conversation to continue as the fingers started to back away, and both peered over the sides of the tip: the knuckles to each loomed in the distance, as did the white, bright light in the beyond.

They were brought slowly toward it.

Before being launched into the cunt.

Both girls screamed as though they were on a roller coaster as the ride barrelled forward into the depths of the pussy, as far as they could reach, where the shapes looming in the dark could be felt in their size. The fingers pumped into a cunny, as springs squeaked in the beyond, and the leather of the couch was bounced upon.

The two were forced to break their handholds as the fingers pulled back before blasting back in, stopping at the end to spread, pinning each girl to their separate wall. Harsh's moans echoed from inside of her, the walls, throbbing faster to the beating of her heart.

And both girls took a beating as they were used like bars of soap across the walls, up and down, around and around, sinking into the bubble-gum flesh. The finger would stab into their backs, and they would be pinned into a sensitiveness point.

“Ah, yes!” Harsh went on. “Apply more pressure there.”

That wasn't even within their realm of choice as the fingers sent them deeper in those spots, which sent wiggles through the titan's spine and legs. Lucky felt her ass doused in liquid and squished by the immensity of the fingertips. Smushed around, to a blush that touched her mouth.

Lucky regretted that as, in the next second, a batch of cum flooded her mouth. Her hair was matted down as the smooth stream leaked down her naked frame. Soon, there was another cry of a beast, as well as the walls closing.

And then, without warning, the fingers set themselves at an incline against the walls—rubbing downward as to free the little ones. Both girls rolled down the flesh, squeaks and little release of steam following in their impacts.

Soon they reached the bottom slope of the tunnel and, rolling down it, came to slow at the bottom of it all. Lucky was laying on her front, feeling the ground constantly rocking, becoming more violent as though on the precipice of something.

An explosion was near.

And a hand settled over her own.

Lucky looked to her right to see the other girl, who was quiet and smiling, the kind of acceptance in knowing that the end was near. She started to stand, and so too did Lucky, as they stood side by side—and looked on ahead.

They were near the end of the tunnel, and a monster, living off the woman herself, was tucked in the shadows. It hung at the end, round and thick and plump, beating and secreting vines of white. At its center, its opening breathed open and closed, drooling out gushes of cum.

The two stood before the living cervix as the tunnel tightened, the air thickened into heat, and warm white swelled from all around. The girls felt a pleasant burning at their heels at feeling the water levels rise there.

And then, ahead, the dam finally blew.

They didn't bother to run at seeing the release of the sea. It splashed into the air and stole its space, slashing and smacking the ground, curving with great force to the shape of the hole. It then tore forward, vibrating the world more than the living flesh. The waves were violent in their ears as the first splash was upon them.

The orgasm broke into the two with the density of milk as the two were submerged into its depths in a second. Luck kicked forward to envelop Mini in a hug as their breathing escaped in bubbles around them.

Both girls tore through the tunnel as the stream was muffled in their ears.

Although the liquid was dim, a light soon shone upon it, and the twirling girls saw to the awaiting slit in the beyond. A wide waterfall poured and roared from the base of the cunt. Lucky squeezed the other naked girl against herself, feeling their bodies rub together, boobs bunching and thighs intertwining.

The girls were ejected from the top of the stream as the tainted breeze carried them. Below loomed the enormous slope of the underwear, which could fit within their aerial eyes, although the view ceased as they began to fell. Behind them, the waterfall fell, tapping them with droplets.

Soon the curve of the crotch of fabric was all that they could see, with Lucky twisting to her shoulder. It sunk deep into the fabric as it swallowed their minuscule momentum—before spitting them out.

They rolled down the divot with each locked on top of the other.

Soon they came off each other, feeling their backs hit and sink into the fabric as their ride slowed. Both girls looked to the sky to see the giant cunt looming there. It drizzled honey, a thick release that, below and ahead of them, was slamming into the underwear.

In that area, the fabric darkened as the effect spread vastly around it, its desperate attempt to soak in all those juices. Both girls flinched before sliding into the bottom of the stream—violently clapped by the intensity of the stream's gravity.

But it slowed, thinned, and ceased a few seconds after they went down under.

They coughed in the seconds after their freedom, so pounded from a stream of cum that their bodies ached, and the idea of moving did not seem wise. As their heads whizzed about to check their surroundings, a thumb was snug above, set between the skin and the waistband overhead.

And it pushed it in, letting out the musky mist, and feeding in the light.

The girls could barely see out of the underwear; their eyes couldn't carry past the apartment that was the woman's torso—or the soft mountains that hung from above the. In the glimpse beyond them, though, loomed a faze.

Hazy. Blurry. And not amused.

“Due to the oddity of you two,” Harsh's voice echoed above, as the vibrations of her speech shook through the world of the underwear, “I do not know if cumming in my underwear is punishment or reward for you two.” Their view was eclipsed by another monstrous hand reaching in. “Hence why further action is needed with you two.”

Two fingers scooped behind the girls, which they tried to twist to see, but the density of their covering locked them to the panties. The finger scraped them off without effort, and they were bound to the hills of flesh—hurdled outward, outside the underwear, which was followed by an elastic snap.

Both girls gripped handfuls of the finger as their rocket slowed before a stop before the titan. The goddess glared down at them with contempt, unsure of what to do with the specks. Winds blew from her nose and washed over them.

“It would be cruel,” the goddess began, “to keep you as you are.”

Their stomachs lurched as the ride bolted alive, and the face of Harsh diminished, as her mouth became the central focus. Out plopped the tongue, which hung like a snapped bridge over a mountainside.

The girls wiggled, unable to break their bonds, as a fresh, hot breath, rolled out and down from the maw. They were pushed into the tongue and the fingers rubbed around, letting them being the instruments against a washboard. Each girl went limp in their limbs, allowing for their naked bodies to be used, so easily rolled in circles against the sea of taste buds.

And then they were pulled back, as the tongue lifted, slipping back into the maw.

The hand lowered from the sky to normal land again—being the table before the couch. The fingers slid over the wood so that the two were repelled from its surface, coming to land on the table. They were quick on their feet.

All to realize where they had been standing.

Twin legs flanked them at the sides as they spanned like bridges into the great distance, a mass so beyond comprehension as it grew the more it came together. Harsh stole the horizon with her waist alone, sitting on the couch with her legs on the table, and she was taking off her shirt.

The girls blinked as the top was pulled off and tossed aside, a tornado spawned inside the thing, as the great fabric floated somewhere beyond this place. This left the girls to look at the toned woman before them. The little plushness that spanned her torso and, more importantly, the caramel-coated bra that held the soft mountains of before.

“The lesson was for you girls to be still and to do nothing.” Harsh reached over her shoulders and, with a click, the bra sagged underneath her jugs. She slid her hands underneath it, cupping their size, holding them up to demonstrate their weight. “Which you girls have no problem doing in my classes. It seems like being trapped in underwear wasn't nearly tight enough for you, Lucky.”

Lucky jabbed a thumb at her chest. “Me! That was dual effort.”

Harsh grinned on letting go of her mountains, which dropped with a heavy bounce, knocking the bra from their curve. The massive Marines hung free and compressed in their press against Harsh's chest. There was no room for space beneath them. The weight looked to be intense—despite being composed of nothing but softness.

A finger laid beneath the left breast, and Lucky was drawn to look at it, seeing it trace the tease of ribs beneath the flesh. That finger slid up and into the shadow of the massive breast. And then, upon reaching the slice of its underside, it smacked into it a few times—unable to get through, or to make the creamy landscape budge.

“It looks like you've caught where you'll be going.”

The finger pried at the crack again, twisting and willing into the niche, before sliding through, barely, to the tightness that was beneath. There was no space beneath the immense weight. One would be utterly pinned.

Just like Lucky would be when Harsh suddenly leaned forward, allowing for no reaction, as her fingers pinched at Lucky's belly and lower back. She was raised unceremoniously with legs kicking for an escape. Mini watched as the girl flew into the beyond, before the vertical landscape of her mother, who watched the struggle with great amusement.

Lucky's head surfaced from the top of the fingernails, stuck between them, looking up to her awaiting destination. The other hand had settled at the bottom slope of the boob and, in lifting it, the softness compressed into itself, overfilling around the palm, as underneath it was cleared.

“T-Too much! I'll be crushed in there!”

Harsh huffed in satisfaction in wedging the girl underneath her boob, where it was dark and would become darker, lowering the massiveness enough to set the girl beneath softness and her sternum. Sure that girl was held by her body alone, Harsh pulled her hand away and, from that little, upside-down valley echoed out yells.

Harsh looked down with a small smile as her hand let go of the boob, and the squishy wrecking ball dropped, slapping that area with a dense impact. It bounced on that spot, which muffled in and out the yells—before jiggling and settling.

Nothing could be heard from underneath the resting mountain. No yelling. Either it had stopped—or could not dare to penetrate all the round miles of flesh that composed the hazelnut planet. A hand settled over its front, kneading it, all to the delight of what the one below had to deal with.

Mini could only watch on.

“I don't know if I feel for her or if I envy her.”

One of Harsh's eyes flashed onto her daughter.

“You could be sure of that sentiment in a second... after I put this back on.”

“Wait wait! This is something new! Not even Luna has tried this with me yet!” Lucky called out as the hand curved with the slope of the pillowy ceiling. It slowed at the coming niche, the connection between boob and body. That, it seemed, would be her resting place. “I can deal with this other stuff easily because of experience! But this is gonna be—“

All calls were cut off as the finger set her into the slit and, for extra measure, when it pulled away—came back to push on her side. Lucky was wiggled by the force deeper into the natural cut, where the weight of the boob already tucked her into place.

“C-Come back! I'll do anything else! Be in your stomach all weekend! Lose me in the back of your underwear!” Lucky was becoming desperate as the line between game and real was thin with Harsh. Sunset and the rest, she could be sure, would never do anything foul in the long run. “But I'm not sure if I'm ready for this yet!”

The hand slid out from the tightness, coming to leave the darkness, as a light shone from underneath the ceiling of caramel. It was gone second—as well the light. The world fell, and pressure gained, immensity stacking on immensity before the gauge went over.

Lucky was utterly pinned as the boob smacked down and rested, softness over softness sinking into her, flattening out over the terrain. The surrounding space was filled, not even a pocket to be spared. The boob was soft at least. It nuzzled into her at times, but the girl was forced to be splayed.

There weren't many sounds beyond the shifting of the boob. The noise it created as it slid across the skin. Thunder struck with the steps as were more felt than heard. The little rise of the ceiling from her frame—before magnitude clapped back down in the boob's bounce.

And then, outside of this place, was the sound of fabric.

N-No... she couldn't be... N-NO!

Lucky didn't have time before the boob was flexed into her, tenfold, and there was not even an inch between her and its skin. It rubbed against her endlessly, rocked its bounces and sways into her, leaving the girl to ride through the round monster's vibrations.

She wiggled and moved, not even budging, but tickling the skin, somewhat, at least.

Harshwhinny pulled the cups around her breasts and, tugging on the strap, raised her girls until they were cupped perfectly. Intense wiggling tickled her beneath the mass of her breast. Taking that to mean all was well, Harsh pulled up the strap, which lifted her girls, as the former clicked in its hold.

“I doubt she would have fallen out from underneath her—at least, not with my size, and how deeply tucked away in there she washed.” Harsh leaned back on the couch and rested her arms over its top. She looked at the inch-tall girl on the table, who stood in the valley between her feet. “But to ensure her safety, wearing a bra means that, not only will my breast hold her better—something will also catch Lucky if she falls out.”

Harsh couldn't see the face of her daughter but could feel the vibe of her at least. The little one stepped forward to the edge of the table and looked over to the abyss that was below. “That's... a strange way of caring for her safety.”

“And how would you like me to care for yours?” Harsh leaned her feet left and right, as her toes hung like passing clouds over the tiny; power infused the woman who sat at a full spread and lorded over the one so much smaller than her. “You've been a good girl before a negative influence came in. You'll have a timeout in my mouth.”

Harsh pulled her legs back before sliding her knees down, her whole frame, lowering beneath the table. Setting her chin on its edge, she stayed like that, looking down at the little one. Mini backed away in fear of something so large coming so close.

Then, she stepped closer.

“I trust that isn't too much of a punishment for you,” Harsh remarked in talking slowly, showing the way how her mouth could move—and what lurked inside. Then, her lips parted, and her tongue came out, its bottom slapping onto the table. “Course, you'll need to climb in by yourself.”

Mini stood before the temple of the predator, who watched her without interest, like someone here to observe. She gulped, coming to the front of the tongue, leaping and clinging to the thing. It was a few grabs, but she ascended the monster, reaching the surface by crawling on her knees.

And that was how she travelled the rest of the way, on her knees, as warm breath wafted out from the place she was set to invade. The incline of the tongue revealed less of the giantess's face, and only the upper lip was viable from the slant.

But Mini hooked up, coming to reach where the tongue rested on the lip and, out of steam, she let herself roll in. She disappeared into the darkness as breathing echoed like the wind of the walls. Behind her, the lips closed, sealing in the darkness.

Harsh hummed and knew it would rock the world that her daughter was trapped inside. With a gentle, upward flick of her tongue, that piece of gum flew up and came down again. She repeated this, over and over, tossing the little one around, practising catching her with bends and curves of her tongue.

She came to stand up while doing this, needing to moan at the sudden tickle from underneath her boob, its tightness compressing more on the little one there. Poor little Lucky was trapped beneath a mountain and could barely wiggle.

Harsh patted her boob, knowing she was sucking the life out of the one there, before pulling her hand away. The tickles were still there—but not as strong as before. And, after taking a few steps, and feeling the little leaps of her girls.

The little one was rocked to sleep.

That should teach them their lesson... now then, about dinner.

The hours passed into night, and the licking and tickling had not ceased, even once the meal was complete. Harsh stood before the stove as the steam of the pasta warmed her face. Sometimes, her mouth would open, revealing the sweating, naked girl on her tongue.

Mini would be assaulted by the steam, which was a pleasant reprieve, and stuck with it, once the closing of the lips locked it in.

There was also the matter of the other woman that was stuck on the titan. Beneath the covering of the bra and the world composed of boob, underneath it, inside darkness where a little niche existed, the lone figure of Lucky was pinned on her back.

Her eyes shot left and right, as if there would be anything to see, anything of aid at all. The ceiling ground into her in various ways, squishing her own boobs, her nipples stabbing into the abundance of flesh. Her fingers tried to wiggle, to sink into the overhead boob—but even they were pinned by it all.

Then the view zoomed out to the towering woman taking a seat at the table, with a shiny white plate set before her. Harsh lowered her chin to its edge, tilting forward, feeling something bump the back of her lips.

They spread, and out fell the little one.

Mini crashed onto the smooth white and rolled into a long noodle, sitting against it, breathing the fresh air. She was flushed, a blush that was on its way out, the countless pleasures enjoyed by being licked overall by her mom.

Harsh then pulled away into the distance, taking her great height in the sky once she sat properly. Her unamused face looked down at her daughter with a hint of impatience. “That's enough punishment for you. Let's get to eating.”

On either side of the plate, two hands reached for the fork and knife, the endless length of steel scary in its own right. Mini couldn't help but look at the woman, at her chest, at the left boob, where, beneath all those tons, deep within, a friend was enjoying a new sort of domination.

“What about Lucky? We can't just eat without her, can we?”

The hands picked up the utensils, but hovered in place.

Then the instruments settled back onto their respective clothes.

“I had just been thinking about that.”

Mini waited for the woman to continue, but she didn't, instead of sitting there blankly.

Mini rolled her hand in the air. “Aaand?”

“I'm still debating it,” Harsh continued. “But I thought the answer would be easier after I had some food.” Then her eyebrow arched. “Which is supposed to be her purpose.” She nodded, and her hands pulled back to the edge of the table—dipping behind and beneath the wooden sea. “Very well. She can join you in being devoured.”

No rest for the strangely wicked, huh?

There wasn't much time to focus on that as the giantess had grabbed the bottom of her shirt—a simple white t-shirt—and pulled it over her frame. Her bust had been pushed up before it dropped down within its entrapment. Each bounce was hard, long, with a sway that smacked the twins into each other.

Mini winced.

Hope that was enjoyable instead of the opposite of that, Lucky.

Next, the hands rose to the strap, which heaved the girls up again—before the click had sent them hurtling back down. They laid against Harsh's torso as the cups fell from their underside. She tossed away the bra next—letting the twins hang free.

The hand reached underneath the breasts, and out from the darkness, locked between the fingers emerged the tiny girl. She breathed in the open air and drank in the light with her eyes. Soon the crane set over the dish, releasing the little one, as she pelted the pile of noodles behind Mini.

Before shooting out from a clump of tomato sauce. “I'm okay! Just in case anyone was—WOAH!” Her foot slid on the noodle as she fell forward, down the pile, landing in a pool at the base. Lucky sat up and leaned back—looking left to see Mini next to her. “Oh, you're here too! What's up! How was it on your end?”

“Got locked away in her mouth.” Mini crossed her arms and did the same with her legs, relaxing. “Got licked a bunch all over; it was pretty good!”

“Whaaat? No way!” Lucky crossed her arms and pouted. “Lucky—and that's supposed to be my name! Being trapped underneath her boob like that, feeling and hearing all the motions of her body from there, it was... was...”

“Amazing?”

“Horribly amazing.” Lucky relented. “Nothing like knowing another woman has you pinned underneath one of her boobs.” She then glanced down at her own rack, as though they had been deflated. “Much less how it squeezes you to the limit all over.”

Mini pushed her lips to the side. “You're a strange one.”

Lucky recoiled away. “You're the one calling me strange?”

“Does that make you any less strange?”

“No... so, good point.”

“AH-AHEM.”

Both girls looked to the titan ahead, who towered above, and glared down at them. The enormous hands reached for the tools of the feast, lifting them, the clinking of metal sounding their defeat. Both instruments hovered above, spaceships aimed at the two, who could only sit there.

Lucky cleared her throat and lifted a finger. “Ah... q-question!?”

Harsh cocked her head but pulled back her tools. “Proceed.”

“Can we make a game out of this? Wouldn't that be more interesting for you?” Lucky invented on the spot. “Eating us is easy! But trying to devour us when your food is motivated—well, wouldn't the stakes make the meal more entertaining?”

“And delicious!” Mini added.

“Right!” Lucky agreed on turning back to the giant. “And delicious!”

Harsh pressed her lips together. “And what, pray tell, will this game be, little morsels?”

“Exactly what you're wanting to do anyway!” Lucky went on in coming to stand, holding out her arms. “The game is that you're trying to actively eat us. Mini and I, however, have to avoid all your attacks.”

Harsh nodded. “I suppose there will be a time limit of sorts? I doubt either of you will succeed or escape on an empty plate?”

“What do you suppose is fair?”

“Five minutes!”

Harsh reflected on this. “I do not usually play with my food.”

“When has anything been usual this last while.”

It didn't happen often—but Harsh smiled. “And when do you care to bring that kind of intelligence to my classroom?”

Lucky shrugged while tapping her head. “Dunno! I don't really get smart until it becomes the last option, y'know?”

The goddess rolled her eyes. “Very well.” They then set on the two. “And what are the winning and losing conditions for this game of yours?”

“For us,” Lucky's hand gestured between her and Mini, “it means that if we can keep out of your stomach for dinner... that we should be able to keep out of it for the whole night.”

“Fair.” Harsh set her tools next to the plate. “And what happens if I should be the winner?”

“What do you want?”

Harsh glanced to the ceiling for no longer than a second—before glancing down at the two. Her eyes narrowed, and a grin did appear, all with a wave of assurance rolling off her frame. She spoke slowly and gently. “I do not wish to speak it to you.”

“What kind of a response is that!?”

“Are you in any kind of position to battle it?” Harsh picked up the tons of silverware, hoisting it over the plate, letting the knife and fork cross in the sky; the tinies looked up as the objects glided down. “Or should I devour you now, and you keep matters in the realm of the known?”

Mini shot onto her feet and raised a fist to the distant giantess. “We'll take it!”

The tools pulled aside, and Harsh smiled. “Good girl!”

Before they knew it, the silverware was dropped to the side, and massive hands settled on both ends of the plate. It was lifted before being swirled, the force shooting the girls into the canopy of the noodles. They were stirred with the sauce, cheese, and carrots. Sent deep into the whirlpool otherwise known as 'dinner.'

Then the plate clapped down, and the girls were lost at its center, with a stack of past covering the area. They were in a recess that steamed like a sauna. Coming to sit up, they looked up, able to see the ceiling through the gaps of the smooth, edible, overhead tubes.

“Why'd you do that, Mini!” Lucky said to the other girl upon hopping on her feet, glancing around for exit strategies. There were a few openings in the area, some being darker tunnels than others. “We're used to be in her stomach! If it's something so bad that Harsh won't tell us, then what is—“

“Knowing my mother, do you think it'll be anything that we won't like?”

Lucky shivered in looking into one of the tunnels, catching that it would be a dead-end, and hiding in one spot would cause them to get caught. There had to be a way off the plate. If they could tuck away beneath the rim, they wouldn't be looked for there. It would be an easy win.

“Maybe, but... dunno.” Lucky stumbled to another exit that seemed promising, where the light was bright across it. It filtered at different angles, which meant the tube could branch into other paths. This might be the best route. “Your mom is a different story about some things. Even with Luna, I don't have to fear as much.”

There was no more time for conversation as the weight of metal settled over the air. Both girls looked overhead to silver prongs prying away at the tubes of pasta, raising it, as a waft of steam carried upward. There was an opening as the fork set aside the ceiling—and pried into the clearing.

Lucky grabbed Mini by the wrist as the two took off in a dash, mindful of the slippery pasta that squashed beneath their feet. Seeing a darkened tunnel ahead, Lucky brought Mini close, and the two leapt forward.

Behind, the fork scraped across the ground, snaking the noodles and pasta, lifting the fallen construction. The forklift of the utensil hoisted the mass, which slunk over its shape, with a leaking waterfall of red sauce.

The fork lifted out from the recess in the food and disappeared beyond the covering. There was a moan from the goddess, which rattled the plate, with a munching that vibrated the glass. Then darkness cast inside the yellow jungle. The shadow of a face as a single eye loomed over the opening.

“Bland... without my taste-enhancers.”

Lucky pulled Mini's naked body against her own, loving the feeling of their rubbing skins, which were glossed in the sauce. Her leg wrapped over Mini's, with the two huddling close in the enclave of the tunnel. The eyes above tilted and peered, seeing into the area, trying to find the opening they hid within.

Mini whimpered in the tension of the predator lurking so close. Harsh might have been able to see them—but the smallest sounds would give them away. Lucky slapped a hand over her mouth, but she continued making sounds. It was hard learning to suppress yourself when something over a hundred feet searched for you with a fork.

And there was no playfulness behind it.

Lucky whipped herself over the thighs of the other girl, who rested back on her hands instead, blinking at the other's sudden closeness. Both blushed at the closeness, with their chests starting to press.

And then Lucky gulped, looking at this wild, naked girl, with messy hair that she wanted nothing more than to get lost within.

Forgive me for this, Sunset... although, if this were happening on your hand, maybe you wouldn't mind it so much.

Lucky leaned in for the kiss and found the lips to be supple and soft, taken for a sharp breath and a little whimper—before their heads adjusted, their lips separated and reconnected, and the love spread between them with ease.

Mini slowly started to lean back until she was lying on the ground, with Lucky on top of her, the two kissing within the tunnel. It was their best course as the fork continued to pry around the meal. It was a system of vaults and tunnels, and they were small enough that the search would have to last at least until there wasn't much left in the meal.

The two continued their kiss as their bodies rubbed together, with a chest gliding over a chest, with thighs sinking between thighs. There was burning between the two. The horror of being in a dish of food as a giantess beyond imagination pried for them... caused this to even be hotter.

That they were being hunted, and that there wasn't much time, caused the two to go where they hadn't gone before. Lucky sank her crotch against Mini's as the two moaned at the contact. Her arms wrapped around Mini's neck as the bedding of pasta beneath them sloshed with their movements.

Lucky's hands slid from over Mini's shoulders and down to her chest, cupping a feel of the little clumps of softness—finally finding something that fit in her hands. Then they trailed the curve of Mini's back, down to her ass, which she gave a hard squeeze.

And Mini rocked back against her, shooting her hands onto Lucky's chest, squeezing in a bit of revenge. The two laughed as hushed as they could, somewhat aware the hunt was on, but needing to relieve the stress that came from it.

The finish was quick as the two rocked into each other, grinding their crotches as bliss blossomed like warm spreading water. Lucky sat up and focused on riding Mini, who still cupped Lucky's chest, as the two buckled together.

They finished with a heightened moan, rising with the apex of the orgasm before the top girl fell to the side, lying on her back next to Mini. The two panted the steam and moisture of the dish as, in the distance, the pounding of the fork carried through the meal.

The girls turned onto their shoulders, their faces an inch apart, as they panted with blushed cheeks. Lucky was the first to break through her lack of breath, pointing a finger at Mini. “My girlfriend... is pretty understanding... and open... but if she asks... this didn't happen... unless she gets off to it having happened.”

Mini scooted closer and pecked Lucky on the cheek. It was a slow smooch, one that lingered before retracting. “T-Thank you, Lucky.” She then covered her mouth with a hand. “Maybe if your girlfriend has an issue, we can do it inside of her, and she can do as she pleases with that?”

Lucky pondered that. “I'm pretty sure... she would get off to the two of us doing it inside of her.” Then her lips pushed to the side. “In fact, she would probably be enjoying herself as we did so, and that would make things tighter, wetter, and hotter.”

That's an idea to take home.

And then the glint of silver peered through the ceiling of noodles, tearing it to the sky within moments as a flush of steam carried upward. Down looked a face of a planet, one looking to devour, eyes set on them as the mouth took in the latest forkful.

“Mmhmmm...” Harsh tilted her head upward as a stream of blinding light shone on the plate. Her hand raised to her throat, which throbbed with the swallow, sending a tanker of food down her gullet. She massaged it down before the mass of it all settled on the exposed tinies. “Hmm. Burying yourself in the second layer of pasta? Clever. Using your size to its full use.”

The fork then jabbed downward, and the two were still panting, lungs burning and limbs sore from the recent enjoyment. Both girls leaned against the other, able to stand on wobbly legs. However, as the metal prong dug into the trench, Lucky turned and pushed Mini into the wall of noodles.

Mini was swallowed by the living barrier and fell inside the structure.

She laid on her back, looking through the slices in the wall at her standing friend. Within a second, the fork stole the scene, digging beneath the floor and ripping it upward in a blur. In a second, the space ahead was missing, the white of the plate fully exposed.

Mini crawled forward and peeked her head out from the wall, upward, seeing the clump of pasta flooring rising to the giantess. “LUCKY!”

The wind of acceleration blasted Lucky backward as she slid across the red-slime tube, which lifted and wiggled in the air. She clung as it rocked left and right from the speed as her hair was blown back as well.

Ahead, the distant lips opened like a cave, with the underside of a nose leaving the view. Soon the winds transitioned into a warm breath, which wrapped and seeped into Lucky's skin. She howled as her screams dimmed on passing through the lips and into the open mouth.

The light became dark and sounds were echoes within the living cavern of flesh and moving parts. Behind, the might of the lips shut in a sound of collapsing softness. There was a moan, loud and roaring, rattling the breathing cage.

The fork slid back as the food smacked into the back of the lips. It fell into a clump like a whirlpool. Lucky was trapped in the center of that, squeezed all around, looking out from the apex. Her arms were bound to the sides as, far beyond them, each end of the noodles fell across to the rows of teeth.

They fell, and the teeth came down, grounding the food into a mesh. Lucky still wiggled as some of the mash came back, washing over her, as more of the noodles fell away. The pressure wrapped around her waned, and soon, she could kick upward—escaping the trap.

Beating it to the surface, another clump of mesh washed over Lucky as everything shifted backward. The ground rose and a light shone from the lips that raised to overhead. The little girl tore through the chewed food, creating and crawling through a tunnel—until breaching the other side.

She rolled out and forward as she escaped from the inside of a snow mountain. Hitting the tongue and clinging to it, Lucky crawled over the little bit of remaining food, seeing the end of the tongue. Reaching it, she clung to it, as tight as she could as all lifted up.

The gulp was wet and sloshed through the cavern as its suction pulled all back into its gullet. Lucky squeezed the end of the tongue upon looking back, seeing the previous mountain slide and thin into the darkness—before sinking into a blackened abyss.

Then, after the swallow, there was a hum, and a tapping far below.

Harsh must have set fingers on her throat to trace the clump, to hold it back and to pound on it, scaring whatever may be inside with her taps alone. The back of her lips flexed into a smile, allowing in a little light. The bedding of tongue fell, lying over the bottom roll of teeth.

Lucky wobbled and struggled to stand, keeping still and silent, like the remaining food still within the maw. Taking a couple of steps back, she did it slowly, subtlety, timing it to the goddess's apparent enjoyment.

Then, as the lips opened a crack, the girl sprinted forward, running on burning legs and tearing herself into the air with a leap.

Lucky soared through the air and over the teeth, coming to land on the back of the plush lip—just enough to crawl and roll over it. Just as the predator felt the prey on her lips, they bunched and pressed... but not before the girl had already rolled to the other side.

Lucky had been in the business of being tiny too long to allow anything to terrify her.

As soon as she broke into the gigantic world again, she was set on the outer lip of the giantess, and knew that they would pucker forward and swallow her back. So, as soon as she was on its descending curve, she leapt forward, sinking and being bounced by the lip.

Lucky spread her arms and legs wide as she hurdled forward, beyond the chin of the giantess, free-falling into the slicing winds; the air was warmed with the heat of the giantess. As she gained speed, the world blurred, colours slashed in a haze.

Except for the soft mountains below, which did not blur, as they grew and went on forever. Lucky pulled her left arm back, inching in the same direction, seeing the grand canyon between the massive tits. Then, in closing her eyes, and closing arms and legs, she bolted into the cleavage of the giantess.

Mini had been watching from the side of the plate after having escaped, looking up to her mother's boobs just as the tiny comet struck inside her cleavage. The impact was enough to cause the two to jump, even a little, the soft planets wobbling the momentum and impact away.

Lucky braced for landing as her body struck the inside of the boobs, feeling them smack upward as she sank downward, their heft beating into her sides, slowing her down, and wedging her deep within. She slowed to a stop, as the jiggle dealt away with the remaining energy.

Adrenaline pumped freely for a moment.

Until increasing from the victory.

“OH YEAH!” Lucky cheered from deep between the boobs, at least a day's journey between their depth. She couldn't move or wiggle as twisting caused the smooth walls to twist her back. “Predator, zero! Prey, one!”

Outside her landing zone, two hands settled on the giant mammaries, rushing them together, tightly, and suffocating the little one. This held for a second before the hands fell away, and the boobs bounced apart. Inside, Lucky was panting, feeling squeezed from all around.

“...tck.... s-sore l-l-loser...”

The flesh of the creamy palm swayed smoothly to the tremendous footsteps a world below. Behind them shifted the giantess, whose torso twisted like a flexibility tower, and the clad boobs overhead jostled in an echoing clap every odd few seconds.

The girls were sitting crossed-legged a foot from each other, laughing and tapping the ground, enjoying the high of their enjoyment. With the kinds of lives they lived, to be given this moment of freedom, of bliss, of victory and the chance to be somewhat like a kid—it caused their once tired, heavy bodies to be as light as a feather.

And since they were as light as a feather, they felt even better than that.

Once Lucky had been fished out from between the might of the boobs, Mini had been collected from the table, and the winners were allowed their freedom. Putting back on their clothes after the game, it turned out to be a waste since they were a mess, and a shower was in order.

The giantess entered the bathroom and flicked on the light. Light shone on miles and miles of flooring and walls and filtered into the infinite space itself. The counter to the left was an oasis with a toilet like a round island beyond it. Far in the beyond, the bathtub loomed, able to contain the sea itself.

The palm lowered to the counter until it was levelled with it. The two rose with hands behind their heads, walking off and onto the smoothness. Harsh ambled over to the tub without another word, shaking the world with her step.

She leaned forward as her rump rose, teasing the two to inside the dim wonderland within, the panties flexed over her ass. The fabric was strained as the cheeks were flushed against the article, defined with a persistent squeeze.

Water then poured from the metal cloud above, pelting, although this made Mini angry.

“Hey! No shower! I want a bath this time!”

Harsh's head appeared over her shoulder as she glared down the tiny, but Mini held small with her arms crossed, not buckling underneath the weight of the gaze. After a few seconds, there was a huff and a pushing of a bolt.

The ocean poured from the tap, and the tub was being filled up.

Harsh then turned in front of the tap in reaching fingers to her top, undoing the buttons, allowing more of her girls to flush forward from the freedom of the pressure. Both of the little ones as the boobs fought to bust forward, each slid button, causing them to burst a little more forward.

Then the final button was a ton, and the boobs fell forward, full and round and held only by a bra. The top had compressed their shape, and without it, they could have an orbital pull around them.

Harsh continued as though she did not have two little perverts gawking at her. Her hands carried over her shoulder, unclipping her bra, which fell like a blimp to the ground. Her boobs jumped into freedom before falling and resting on her chest. Round, glazed, with a deliciousness that begged to be crawled over and licked.

She then turned around and fiddled with her skirt, which fell at being undone, leaving the woman naked in her underwear. Pushing out the bubble of her ass to the counter, she tugged the panties down the thickness of her thighs, allowing her cheeks to dip and pull against the other.

With the clothing off, Harsh picked it all up, and swung before the counter, rattling the little ones without care. She dropped the collection on the other side, the drop casting an explosion of air. The two were blown back by it, suddenly coming to see a temple set on the other side of their land.

“Well?”

Both girls turned to see across to a smooth belly, and a round crotch below that, with a slit that they had travelled in before. Craning their necks to see to the sky, the sore loser stood, with her arms crossed beneath her chest, which rested on the top of her wrists.

Their goddess was waiting.

Who then hummed. “To think that the caretaker is responsible for everything.”

From the sky descended the dim undersides of the fingers, both of which struck at the girls, with the sharp slope of the nails set at their shoulders. Each froze and squeezed in fear as that delicate thing pinched at their shirts and, with a gentle tug upward, forced their arms to rise as the shirt came off.

The two rose off the ground before dropping back onto it. Sitting in recovery, the fingers returned, with an index setting on their stomachs. They were pinned as the mass flushed over their frame.

Their legs kicked as they were the only things free, but then that nail returned, and with a pinch on an end—pulled. The girls felt a breeze lick across their skin as their naked bottoms kicked into freedom. Once the pressure of the finger left, oxygen returned like normal, and the two could stand once more.

But an index finger hovered before them, upside down.

“Underwear,” commanded the voice. “This one, you can do yourself.”

Both girls wore red on their faces as they stripped as instructed, stepping out of the holes of their panties and laying it on the finger.

The crane set it aside with the rest of the clothing.

Then both hands swooped over the girls with a swish in the air. Its fingers nipped them both at the waist before whisking them into space. Both girls were drawn to an orbit around two smooth moons of caramel—topped with bubble-gum tits.

“I'll need my hands to fiddle with the tub,” the goddess spoke from over her collarbone, drawing the two over the top of the breasts. “You may cling to these until the water has filled.”

The fingers released on the two, both of whom fell, smacking onto the tit as it bent and leaned before shooting back up. Laying forward, their legs and arms wrapped around the protrusion, feeling the skin expand beneath them.

In mere seconds, they had been able to hug it, but now, it was so thick that they could barely grip its sides. Both of them looked across the pink, slender bridge, to the building of glass across from them. It reflected the giantess in all her mass, with only her torso able to fit within their view.

Their eyes settled on those enormous breasts, so round and so full, the powerful city-wreckers that they were. That, and the tits that begged to be suckled. Atop them, barely riding them, were the couple of tinies that were inches to the goddess's many miles.

With a satisfied hum from above, the goddess turned, swaying the boobs and jostling the ones aboard. Each girl moaned and clung tighter in riding the force and momentum, feeling every titanic footstep in each jump of the mounds. They hummed at every rise, and screamed at every fall, before the giantess leaned over the tub.

The boobs rested onto the chest and compressed at its bottom, the girls, sliding across the length of the breast. They reached the end just as the giantess rose a little, washing her hands in the tub. Each hung from the cliff, without any support, and too weak to pull themselves up.

“Don't you two worry now.”

Both girls squealed as the titan leaned all the way forward, bunching her chest as it hung just above the water. It was still a far drop, though it wasn't a dangerous drop. A shadow clad them and, in looking up, the amused face of their shadowy predator looked down at them.

“It's safe to fall.”

The giantess then shook, twisting her chest, beating her girls together, slowly, before they pounded together quickly. Lucky and Mini tried to hold onto the tip as their bodies swayed left and then right, but with a slip of the fingers, they were thrown from their protective mother.

The girls flew into each other, with Lucky collecting Mini into her arms in the air, as they fell into the sea below.

They struck the water with a tiny plop and a droplet of water shooting up from their collapse. They sank several feet in the sea, seeing nothing but water, and the distant haze of white. Their hair floated in the openness and, glancing up, that was the direction they swam toward.

Until something titanic struck the water.

It was like the Moon had struck the ocean as the vast body of water sunk and swallowed the sprawling form, streaming and hiccuping across the length of the beats. Below fired the length of legs as they shot across the length of the ocean. A current ripped with them, and the tiny girls were sent twirling with the force.

Dragged down with their hair rolling as well. Little bubbles surrounded their tiny forms as their legs began to kick. Soon, the violence ceased from the water but, overhead, the wave still jostled. Low on air, the two kicked up, seeing the surface grow closer—before they were through it.

Both girls breached the surface with a long gasp for air.

Treading the troubled waters, they hovered in the area, whipping around to grasp their surroundings. Curved, thick, white and towering walls flanked them on the sides—with the distance unseen in the storm of fog. They turned to behind them, though, and were forced to look up.

It stole their breath and their view to see the titan so close and so large. Closer to them now due to the rest of her structure set beneath the water. Her boobs swallowed the roundness of their view as their tops rested above the surface.

And she looked down at them, with arms across the walls of the tub, with the utmost posture of power. Nothing had to be said as she left herself open for their arrival. Both girls swam it to her, for the length it took, until reaching the starting swell of the boob.

Both grabbed a handful of skin and climbed the curve, until reaching where it flattened at the top. Crawling across the island, they laid on their back, warmed by the water, the steam, and the mammary.

Harsh's head loomed above like a cloud, casting half a shadow on their island. Both girls glanced at each other before giggling. Lucky, sinking into the softness, couldn't help but cross her legs. “Kind of reminds you of a beach, doesn't it?”

Mini looked over to the dip between the islands, at the small water collected in Harsh's cleavage, which could serve as a hot tub if needed. “Hehe! You're not wrong!”

The girls spent the beginning of the bath diving off the boob and swimming around its shape. Sometimes, with plugged noses, they would dive into the water, as deep as their lungs would allow, following the lean of the torso.

It was wider than a highway, and the promised land was at its land.

Both girls figured that, if they could reach down there, then there would be enough musky air in that cavern for them to be okay.

But they could not dive that deep.

At least, not for now, as they laid back on the boobs, after having rested in the cleavage's hot tub. Lying back as they rested on the warm softness, they wondered how life could get much better. Meanwhile, above, the titan cleared her throat.

“I think that's enough for the fun and games,” Harsh went on as leaned forward, grabbing a bar of soap before leaning back. “It's time for us to get cleaned off. Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean we shouldn't keep to a routine.”

Mini laid back on the beach and looked up to her mother, who rained pelted on the little one as her arm swung over. Water rushed down the darkened, overhead elbow. The little girl looked over to Lucky, who nodded in return.

“W-Wait!' Mini said while posting her hands up. “Instead of a normal bath, m-maybe, we could have a tongue bath instead?”

Harsh took the bar away from her arm and let it drop into the water; the bomb struck the sea in an explosion of water. The blue island floated offshore from the boobs. The giantess focused down upon them.

She glared at Lucky, who whistled innocently, before looking at Mini.

Her puppy-eyes were on, along with a pout of her lips, and nothing could deny the twinkle in her eye.

For someone so large to be powerless against something so small!

“...fine.”

Mini wobbled and stood on the boob before hearing a splashing behind. In the waters there, cupped hands rose with a pond between them. The little girl ran with sinking steps before leaping at the edge of the curve.

Flying through the air, she struck the pond, and settled in the light waters.

The hands at the sides rose with splashing casting down from them. She rose higher and higher before being presented before the face of her mother. Harsh was galactic in scope, and only considered her daughter for a moment. Then her lips parted, and her mouth opened, spreading her face by a tiny bit.

And the little one was brought in.

Mini watched as the lips grew before flying overhead and down below. Light became dim and all sounds were echoes within the breathing cavern. She was dropped onto the tongue, which cupped her like a bed. She laughed upon rolling, feeling the burning taste buds tickle into her body.

The lips behind closed.

With the dungeon sealed, the tongue soared to great heights, bending and sending the little one downward. Mini struck the ground and rolled to the teeth—before the tongue blasted into her, pinning her into them. It lobbed up and down, side to side, sliding her around the smooth pillars.

It pried at her sides, and turned her around, licking at her back, the back of her heels to her neck, stealing away a layer.

Then, snaked between her thighs, the monster shot downward, forcing Mini to the ground. Her hands pressed to the strange flooring as her backside was lifted. This lasted until the tongue beat forward, sticking her rump into the teeth.

The tip of the tongue smushed into her crotch.

Mini moaned in a scream as not even the thickness of her thighs could cusp the beat. It wiggled within the space of less than an inch, digging into her slit, and mounting tons of flesh on an itty-bitty clit. Smushing into it, in every direction, with her ass forced to compress and decompress from the force of the attack.

Soon, the boiling gooey feeling was too much, and the girl creamed onto the flesh. It sensed the spray as it retracted, leaving her to fall and to go limp. It bore a dot of a white spot on its travelling flesh. With a final lick to the back of Mini's neck, it slid beneath the finished girl, raising her, and floating to before the parting lips.

Light blinded slowly to the cave, as the girl laid on the tongue, feeling the lips fly behind her. Soon a pair of fingers came and peeled her off, setting the tiny on the boob. Mini snuggled into the greatness, humming, content to remain in her state of bliss.

Meanwhile, on the other boob, Lucky had watched the little one disappear into the maw and saw what happened. Her friend laid on the other end, done and delightfully defeated. Then, those same fingers swung for her—catching her on the shoulders.

“W-Wait!” Lucky called as she was swung up without the same care to the uncaring face of the giantess, who was looking elsewhere like she was lost in some thought. “Can I at least get a chance to—“

Her pleading went unheard as the fingers swung back before letting go on their casting forward. Lucky soared through the air just as the plush lips separated, and she soared between them, landing on the tongue that was already prone for her.

Once she struck the velvet flesh, the lips closed, the sealing a pronounced sound. She grabbed the tongue and squeezed it with her legs, not trusting and thinking it to be revenge. However, the tongue blasted upward, against the roof of the tongue, and the bridge of soft meat moved back and forth.

Lucky couldn't hold on as she was splayed against the ceiling; the tongue smushed into her, sinking in its pressure, and filling every inch of space.

Lucky turned her head and saw only the moving tongue there. Her boobs were pressed against her chest with her crotch being teased by the sliding taste buds. Soon, she was too horny to care, and when the tongue lowered a little, she grasped it.

Like a girl to a body pillow, she positioned herself on the wideness of the tongue, finding a bump that she liked with her pussy as her guide. She rode it cowgirl style. Resting on the back of her legs, her hands squeezed at her tits, while her crotch ground into a shifting bump.

And then she drank in the environment.

Here she was on this tongue. One that sprawled into a darkened abyss, while behind it fell short of closed lips. Teeth the size of buildings curved and flanked the space, lowering and rising, keeping alive in their movement. Vines of drool hung in the darkness above, sometimes breaking, and slathering down across the tongue.

Lucky rubbed harder and harder on the nub before moaning in the bliss of release. She coated the ball of pink in her sweetness of white. Echoes of her love bounced in the cavern, along with a monstrous sound. Then, as the young girl fell forward, the tongue pushed outward and into the open air outside of the mouth.

Fingers peeled the slumbering girl, lifting and setting her next to her friend, both of which, Harsh groaned, would have to be cleaned properlyall over again. Still, with her arms resting on the tub, and her chest floating on the water, there was no shame in feeling all that there was to feel in the moment.

In how her boobs were big enough to allow two tinies to slumber upon them—as though they were on the beach.

It was rare.

But Harsh smiled.

Both girls had awoken from their naps to being set above the belly button of a naked woman. Standing on a tanned torso that blurred to the sides and became a haze as it shot on ahead. The twin boobs blocked the rest of the view with their underside—with the middle of Harsh's head peeking above them.

“Have the two of you decided where you would like to sleep tonight?”

Lucky glanced down and thought about it. “Can we sleep anywhere?”

“If I'm in the mood for it.”

“Then... how about under your boob?” Lucky went on as she stepped forward. “It was tight and dark at first, but also kinda warm.” She then blushed and looked at her feet, flexing her toes. “It might be enjoyable trying to sleep underneath one of them.”

Harsh shrugged—which wiggled the mountains. “Very well.”

A hand was sent for Lucky while the other went for the left boob and cupped its underside. In raising the overfilling squish, it held it up, enough to create space underneath it. Lucky was set before the mass, on the cusp of its shadow.

The heat was double here, and the smell was a complete odour.

“Walk in as much as you please, and then after that, movement won't be possible.”

Lucky walked beneath the boob and into the shadow, seeing above the fingers sunk into the squishiness, with the delightful fear that all that mass, all that weight, would soon be sinking into her. On entering the darkness, she soon came to a wall of sloped carmel and was forced to get on her knees.

She crawled deeper beneath the boob, far out of view, where her existence was a mere tickle to the giantess—who hoisted a great weight so she may enter. Soon, the crawlspace shrunk, and all was dark. Lucky found a nice place, a tightness close to the base of the beast, and laid back.

Then the boob fell. Immense softness crushed her and rolled across the scene, sealing the space, leaving little for air. Soon the ground was swallowed up underneath the boob, and the girl was nothing more than an imprint.

Outside and by the belly, Mini watched on, seeing her friend crawl underneath the boob—until she could no longer be seen. Then the hand let go of the monster, which fell and smooth over the area. It left no impression of another, and none would think that a little one was trapped deeply within.

“And you?”

Mini didn't see the fingers but felt them pinch at her sides, as she was lifted and swung through the air. Brought before the face of Harsh, the woman looked at her with expressionless eyes. They were hard to speak to. “U-Um. I really enjoy it in your mouth.”

“I suppose every place on me is a different world for you.” Harsh lowered the girl to her bottom lip, who reached out and grabbed it. The fingers peeled away as the giantess kept speaking. “But you'll have to climb into bed yourself.”

Mini rode the rise and falling of the lips, before setting her feet on the swell and using that to push upon. Making it to the topside of the bottom lip, she rolled over, too tired to stand. She rolled into the maw without a care, even though her descent took her for the top of those teeth.

Of course, the tip of the tongue snaked forward, catching her falling form, which went limp on the tongue. Slowly, gently, it pulled back, lowering to the ground of the mouth. It set Mini there, before laying its mass on top of her. It was a warm, wet blanket, one that rocked her back and forth, swaying her into sleep.

Outside in the scope of the giantess, Harsh pulled the blanket over her frame, just before her boobs, while her tongue rocked back and forth. She kept like this for a while, focusing on the feeling of a pebble underneath her boob, and the little one blanketed beneath her tongue.

Soon her arms crossed behind her head, and she looked to the ceiling, before closing her eyes.