Detention in a Stomach

~ VI ~

A Lazy Weekend

Mini was awakened by the extending bridge and the separation of lips, the warm winds on her back and the perspiration of waking breath. Shifting on the end of her scarlet bed, she rolled over its tip, which dipped to catch her fall.

The boob absorbed her impact as the little one was stranded on the bloated shape. The chest was pulled and formed by gravity, hoisted for a second as a hand reached beneath it, retrieving the other that had slept underneath it.

Both were deposited in the slight dip of her cleavage, each laid onto a curved wall, with their bodies pressing together. Harsh looked at them without much emotion—but the sight was enough for her to watch for most of the morning. Mini and Lucky laughed and cuddled, rubbing into the other, snuggling into the little niche they had found themselves in.

It wasn't before long that Mini roused herself from the cleavage and climbed out from the spongy trench. The width of her collarbone was smooth on her feet, as were the tense muscles of her throat after that. Mini crossed it all as her mother watched her approach.

With Harsh's chin already lowered, Mini scampered onto it with ease, crawling over to the massive lips—and plunging herself against them. She hugged the pair as the lax wetness puffed her hair into messiness.

"Thanks for everything last night, Mom."

Harsh pushed her lips into a kiss and raised the little one from the ground of her face with it. "Of course, my little one." Then the lips lowered the tiny back to the expanse of her face like one raised and lowered at the center of a water tower. "Just don't expect for it to happen often."

"Wouldn't be special otherwise."

Both smiled at that.

Then a shout carried from afar.

"And maybe next time!" Down at the sprawling chest, the minuscule body of Lucky popped out from the cavernous maw of cleavage. She barely kept above the lips before Harsh shifted to the attention, and Lucky was swallowed between the boobs. Still, her shouts rang out. "We'll be able to pleasure you!"

Mini gasped and returned her attention to the giantess. "Wait! We didn't please you at all, did we?"

Harsh frowned. "Is this merely an excuse for you two to be lewd? I understand you're students, but this level of horniness is—"

"Not at all! It's just not fair if you don't get to enjoy yourself too!"

"I... enjoyed the two of you—"

"Nu-uh-ah! None of that! You don't deserve to get left out from all of the fun!"

Harsh remained still. "If this were Lucky, I would seriously be doubting the sincerity of these motives."

Lucky plopped out from between the relaxing mammaries. "Hey!"

Harsh wiggled her chest, and the tanned twins beat into each other, swallowing the little one down again. There were little beatings on the boobs, but it went lower and became fainter.

"But since it's you," Harsh went on, "I know your heart is... somewhat pure."

"Hurray for being questionably pure!'

Harsh rolled her eyes. "If you really wished to please me for my efforts last night... the two of you are more than welcome to try." Then the corner of her lip lifted, the hill hoisting the small one and dragging her in a curve across the landscape of cheek. "I've been hungry watching the two of you. The kind of starvation that doesn't come from the stomach."

Mini felt like she was inside a teacup ride in seeing the cheek to the side rise and clump from being pressed on by the smile. "Oh?" Then after a moment, and after feeling heat raise from the cheek, it clicked. "Oh! You're hungry sexually!"

Harsh slumped, and her smile ceased.

Lucky had tumbled into the darkening canyon as the light above dimmed as the fatness closed in. Reaching a line of ground in the niche, she planted her back into one wall as her feet kicked into the other. It created a pocket with the collapsing prison—one widening by descending fingers.

Two pinched at her waist and lifted her out from hell.

What she saw was the sprawling form of the naked woman that would have been a temple to a lustful region. The head was the front, the open mouth, the entrance, and the extended tongue being the red carpet.

Winds blew inward as the fingers dove toward the tongue, where Mini already laid on her side, her head propped up with a hand. It was a pose that invited Lucky and also asked to be painted. Without warning, the fingers released Lucky's waist as she went flying with the remaining momentum.

The tongue below widened and thickened before expanding like a pond around her. Mini sat up and opened her arms in time to catch her sister, the two rolling back together, with Lucky coming to be the one lying on her back.

The ground was spongy and wet on her back. Two legs straddled her sides as another woman sat on her waist. Mini looked down at her from above, smiling, that lost and free kind of smile. She lowered without words and with only innocent love in her eyes.

As Mini lowered, the tongue retracted, like a train pulling reverse into the station. The lips afar were curved over the zone, and they came to a close, sealing out the golden light. Lucky couldn't notice the motion as the other girl fell onto her lips, a gentle kiss, as the broad lips behind them closed and sealed them tight.

Nothing of them was to be seen. Just a pair of lips that loomed like soft gates. None would look at Harsh and think anything different of her—that she possessed two girls making out on her tongue. Yet that was the scene inside the dimly lit cavern.

Lucky kissed back as Mini lowered herself until the two were pressed onto one another. The tongue they rode started to slop around, its wet smacks echoing throughout. It raised and curved, up and down, inside and out, the waves carrying out through the flesh itself.

Both of them were jostled and rocked from the attacks, but it did not stop their lovemaking, the feeling of their bodies heating. This was something never had from Sunset. Of being small, together, in the giantess of another. These were the things usually done alone. Worlds inside other women that she only explored alone.

Lucky could handle it.

But being able to experience it with another.. sparked hidden feelings.

Their moans echoed off the enclosed walls as swallows echoed from behind. That wasn't fear to them of suddenly being slurped into the throat that could inhale the contents of a city. That throat would only squeeze them together and send them to a pit where they could be in sisterly love—uninterrupted.

But that wouldn't be the case as the tongue stuck back out. Mini rose from her lover to check behind her, seeing a golden gleam between the slit of the lips, which parted to reveal the blinding view of the world from inside a maw.

Lucky chose the moment to plant her hands on Mini's shoulders, like a puppy engaged in warfare, knocking the girl down and clambering over her. She drove for the neck, kissing and nipping it, the feeling of being able to cover significant space on another's body.

She was nothing more than a tickle to others.

But to Mini, she was what ordinary lovers felt.

"Mmhmm!" Words tore from the inside of Harsh's mouth with the fury of a storm—even though her tone was calm. Poised outside the mouth on a parked tongue, the lovers looked up to the face of their caretaker. "Who, exactly, are you supposed to be pleasuring now?"

Both girls glanced at being lost in their love. Their faces were inches from each other. Before one could speak, a set of fingers settled on Lucky, tearing her away and, when Mini reached after her, another pair did the same with her.

They were whisked, each, to the center of a breast, laid on the center of a boob.

"It seems as though the two of you are under the assumption you have some resemblance of control." Harsh spoke from beyond her chest, which each girl stood next to a towering tit. Above them loomed a palm, already curved, set to capture the curvature of the boobs. “You are here to worship me, to please me.”

The palms struck both of the standing girls in a resounding clap that echoed throughout their chambers. Both women were submerged into the sponginess of the boob from the immense pressure on their backs.

"It appears as though I'll need to remind you of that."

The hand drew above as the boobs bounced back into their natural shapes, shooting the ones that had been pushed into them. Both girls were launched into the air and caught by the swipe of the fingers. They were tapped against the erect nipples, pinched into them, and jerked like a boy recent into a discovery.

Lucky and Mini closed their eyes and moaned as their legs spread to take the whole of the shaft between their thighs, which compressed around the hardness. It covered their slit and their clit with speed and smoothness, drawing saliva to the corner of their lips.

Both girls moaned and went limp from the tip, being used to jerk off tits, as their mother watched and puffed from beyond. It was before long that, after being used, they were laid back onto the fingertips. Stuck by sweat and... something else.

"It would appear as though I'm ready to take the two of you whole." Harsh remarked from heaven as the two laid back on their fingers. Mini noticed the other fingertip brush against the one she was one, and Lucky rolling from the ledge and into her arms. "I hope you two are ready to sate a beast."

The girls wiggled into each hold, holding each other, as the finger tore over the biomes that were the different sections of the woman. From her belly to her crotch, over and down the curve of the latter. Coming to settle, in coming into slowness, of the sprawling strip that was the woman's slit.

The pussy was massive. A titanic, swallower of worlds with its lips struck out in hunger. It dripped waterfalls as steam floated out like clouds from all around it. An imposing fissure that devoured space itself. Hungry and alive. It desired to be fed.

"This is my pussy," Harsh's voice crackled from non-existent clouds. "And I can really feel it tonight. It needs an offering.” Laughter, rare, raw laughter blew away the previous storm. "Can you please it? Fill it? Or will you be nothing more than stray popcorn?"

The finger blasted toward the cunt, which grew in imposing size, revealing the might of that which would devour them. They flew between the lips, into the tightness of a whole, and brought into a moist, hot cavern, that was the production of steam and musk and other such wetness.

The girls were brought into the tunnel, and they yelped as the long appendage tapped into the wall, casting the weight of a train into the yielding flesh. It pressed and sunk and wiggled into the softness, sinking them in the burning smoothness that coughed spunk onto their bodies.

They wiggled, and a moan blasted through the cave, doubling the effect as everything clenched upon its passing. As the fingers of the other hand tended to the gaping space, the one they were attached to inched further, and further, dragging them deeper into the tightening darkness.

Until they were presented before a swell at the end of the cave, one that was like a strawberry scoop of ice cream—that glazed white Carmel at its center. The finger blasted forward and back, like a battering ram inside a pleasure hole. Both girls clung to the other, stuck by cum, and forced along for the ride.

In every pounding, however, the glue that held them weakened. The cervix was another monster, a smaller one inside of another, that was broad and large, another thing seeking to take them. How many things could devour them? Swallow them? And trap them inside of it?

It was scary the number of times, and the many ways, as well as the great depths, the two could be eaten.

But, at the very least, they were eaten together.

Harshwhinny rested higher on her bottom as her legs spread and arched on the bed. Her crotch was fully exposed with two fingers pumped into it—with a thumb teasing her clit. She huffed, moaning, cheeks flushed with a little sweat rolling down them.

She had just forced two women inside of her pussy, sending them within without any hope of escape. Stuck to their finger into the stretch of her cunt and beat into its living walls. Her hips rocked forward and back, further disorienting them. The very tips of her fingers brushed into her cervix, which burned in an itch.

Harsh thrust her hips into the air and pumped into the spires of her fingers, swallowing more of their length into her depths, rolling herself around their touch. Thrusting into the air, still, to be pleased by it all.

And one final thrust was enough to knock the two within.

"Hey, u-uh, Lucky?" Mini yelled and gulped after the words were done. "Y'know all the talk about the inside of your mother's womb?" The monstrous cervix drooled white lava as its center slowly opened. "I think we're about to find out what lies at the center of mine!"

The fingers were thrust into the cervix as the beast they were within rocketed upward, the smack and the contact causing them to fly forward. Soaring through the musky-mist, they were swallowed again by a different kind of lips.

Both girls caught each other in the air in a hug and, as they fell, blunted the spongy landing with their shoulders. The surface nipped at their skin with the heat like warm sand on the beach. There was a splash, and waters rising to their bellies.

Mini laid back in the shallow pond at the quickly beating walls of the curved sauna. It was as tight as a studio apartment—except with a ridiculously high ceiling. The white sea had coursed out through the opening.

She looked at it.

The lips curved into a smile—before sealing for good.

"This is new," Mini remarked. "Definitely something new." Her head was nodding. "I'd been devoured by my mother in a bunch of ways. But to be swallowed twice by her pussy? That's something that we hadn't done before." Her head shifted on the bulbous surface to the other woman laid on her arm. "It must have been crazy being the only one to see all this."

Lucky had snuggled into her side with a blush and a giggle. "It... certainly was tough at first. Mind you, I was too horned up to ever give it much thought." She glanced around as the pulsating walls, descending from their less, then slowed in their speed. "You can tell it to others and even explain it. But nothing quite captures being here. The sight. The smell. The feeling and the sensation."

Mini chuckled. "Being so deeply within someone else that it would take a week of drilling to get out of?"

Lucky laughed. "That's one way of putting it."

They laid like that for a while, hearing nothing from the mother that had swallowed them, that kept them deep within their bodies. In fact, a few moments later, there was shaking and wobbling, the splashing of the little pool due to the motions of the one that encompassed it all.

"She's... not going to let us out." Lucky sat up on the edge of the pond with her knees pulled to her chest. The ground was slanted at a smooth decline to the rounded bottom of the place. The same was true in reverse for the ceiling, offering a capsule-like appearance to the area. "Is she?"

"Probably not," Mini offered as she sat up again. "Harsh hasn't been able to get her usual list done with us mucking about. Now that she knows we're safe—and can't get in the way—she's probably going to keep us in here for a while."

Light rumbles rocked the station from the distance force of terrific feet crashing against the floor. It didn't impact the zone much. But it did remind them that they were inside a walking castle. In the next moment, the sound of fabric emerged, clasping over, no doubt, the bottom of the giantess.

"Caved in by a womb, a cunny, and then a pair of panties." Mini pushed her lips to the side. "If they ever find a way to shrink people like us, do you think prisons will start opening inside officials?"

Lucky laughed. "Like they need more of a power trip."

Both of them laughed as their host continued to dress and carry on with her life. It did not matter what they did. There could be no escape. No way out of here. Not unless their captor had decided to let them out.

"So..." Mini began while looking away, "...what do you think about the inside of here?"

Lucky hummed as her head whipped around the zone. "Different from what I expected. Your mom has a pretty tough exterior. But everything here is warm, soft, and caring." She chuckled. "Not quite the hot springs that my mother has going on. But the element here is nice. Don't know what I would call it—but I definitely wouldn't mind visiting it again."

Mini pushed her away. "Perv."

"Guilty as charged!"

Seconds passed before they looked at each other.

"Y'know... we're going to be in here for some time," Mini began, "and we might have been able to get the big ol' beast off..."

Lucky giggled as her face drew in closer. "But I'm still pretty ramped up myself."

Both girls fell into their kiss as their arms crossed over the other's shoulders. They fell into the pond, splashing and bathing them in warmed, creamy milk. Mini laid back as Lucky mounted her, the two splashing the water around them. They took it slow, in the center of another woman, fucking within the depths of her pussy.

Harshwhinny looked in the mirror to ensure her appearance was up to standard. There was that tickle, however, deep inside of her. Her land fell onto her stomach, but went lower than that, feeling at that special place. It was the weight of pebbles, but their sensations were precise.

The feeling of how they warmed the coldness within, of making a place, previous unfelt, now extremely sensitive. Harsh patted the place, pounding thunder into their home. Then, with an idle thrust of her hips, she felt them tumble around.

She laughed before turning away into a stride, the sway of her hips, nudging the little ones around her special home. Her stomach may have been empty—though food could make quick work of that.

Harsh went on with her usual weekend while, deep within her being, two tiny girls reclined in her womb, submerged in her waters, content to waste away the afternoon as so. It was peaceful for all three.

Fun that was just beginning.