Detention in a Stomach

by B_25

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Original Character, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Ms. Harshwhinny, Fetish
Length: 42224

Not even being an inch makes it safer to cheat off a friend's page. Caught by Harshwhinny, Lucky is left to detention, held either in a classroom or in the stoic titan's stomach. She chooses the latter. Everything goes downhill from there.

Not even being an inch makes it safer to cheat off a friend's page. Caught by Harshwhinny, Lucky is left to detention, held either in a classroom or in the stoic titan's stomach. She chooses the latter. Everything goes downhill from there.

Until Harsh finds a tiny to keep as her own.

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Published 2020-08-05 23:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-08-09 19:30:34 UTC

Prologue | Dark Room or Dark Stomach?

Detention in a Stomach
B_25 & AlexShark

Lucky's immunity to humiliation was due to her whole life being humiliating, so in undergoing its constant practices, her skin became resistant to it. Her desk parked on the corner of a far greater one. Polished wood swept into the distance as the world of the classroom then loomed to the distance.

Math sucked.

Lucky looked behind her seat to see the voluminous hand of whiteness hovering over the thin sea of paper. Her pencil thicker than a pillar as its heft was held easily by the fingers pinched into it. The scratching was deafening as the graphite plotted out the mathematical answers on the page.

Celestia's she's blowing through that.

Lucky stared from the hand to the arm as it trekked upward into its recess in the sky; a monolithic hoodie worn by the girl as her shades remained on. Vinyl had been a math wiz to none else knowing. That. Or Lucky was an idiot when it came to math.

More like I'm an idiot when it comes to most things. Like cheating. Because that's what I'm about to do!

She cracked an intense grin at thinking her name was about to come into use. Hard to know if someone was cheating if they're only an inch tall! Lucky continued looking back, the giant not minding, keeping with the task. This would be an easy crime indeed.

Lucky turned back to her desk and, with the gigantic numbers at the bottom of her vision now burnt in, copied them onto the page. None would assume she'd cheated in looking back. The world was an awfully large place to her. None could be certain where she was looking.

“Ah-hem.”

Except one teacher.

Aw shit. Knew I was an idiot.

Lucky scrunched her eyes in turning in her seat, looking over the edge of wood, how it curved down, a velvet skirt set as the backdrop. It was a dense fabric and the violet was powerful on the eye. It bound her to look up. Craning her neck to lofty highs to see the pissed off teacher in the sky.

“Miss Lucky?'

Lucky swallowed. “Yes your highness?”

“You already know cheating is a strict violation of the rules of this school.” Harshwhinny crossed her arms underneath the immense bust of her top, creamy brown forearms forced to lift mountains, the pair bunching in their heft in being levitated. “Taking advantage of a friend to ensure you academically learn nothing. This is a character flaw.”

Lucky nodded her head slowly. “You have a way of phrasing things that make me feel terrible about myself.”

“The power of that terribleness is the cue and energy to want to do better next time.” Harshwhinny's arms fell to her sides as the power of her mountains were set free. “That is the punishment you inflict on yourself; detention is what the school inflicts to ensure you wallow in that terribleness. Lacking that, detention, of course, provides you with another terribleness in the attempt to serve the same purpose.”

Lucky blinked a thousand times with a face taken more in confusion than anger. “Do you really love your teaching or is all this a side passion for you?”

Half of Harshwhinny's face was obscured by her girls. Her stoic face was all that remained above it. Professionally styled blond hair to add supersizing beatify to the older woman. She wasn't unattractive. That was for sure. “Enough of your jests. Stay at your seat after class. Detention will commence then.”

Even though it was her funeral, the tiny gave a salute, knowing it would cost her extra in that punishment. “Aye aye cap'm.”

Harshwhinny didn't bat an eye at that. Rather the titan kept forward in her approach down the lane between desks. Her side marched high and fell low to the thundering of a footstep below. It crashed and crashed with each seconds apart. Off marched the poised beast as she looked to the students that raised their heads.

Huh.

And that left her posterior exposed as well, plump and round and straining the fabric, never to an intense degree—but enough to be notable. There was a curve to her rump the violet fabric had to roll around. It jostled on a step, breaking across in light waves, the wobble of each cheek nearly audible.

It wasn't long before the other giants rose from their desks in a flood toward the door, the bell ringing, the giants nothing but blurs afar. It was there stomping that was an issue. Lucky held her desk and everything on it, enduring the trembles until the faded, looking to the door to see the remaining stranglers.

Vinyl was there and signed her a message.

“I'll pray at your funeral.”

Lucky nodded and smiled and gave the okay sign with her hand.

Harshwhinny sat at her desk with the usual annoyance following her through life. With a palm to support the side of her head, she was left to devour the pages on her desk, the aces squared away, the problem children remaining the same. Never could she break through to them.

Much like the last generation and the one before them.

Her stomach growled and that brought a roll of the eyes. Typical sandwich and sides to ensure her waistline remained the same size. Eating healthy and to the same meals allowed the world to become easier. But something in keeping to the usual, regardless of how right or good it was, made way for a lacklustre experience.

“Yo! Um, M-Miss Harsh?” The ink of the page had blurred into blackness from the lack of focus from her eyes. She returned to life with a few blinks. Her gaze lifted from the desk to the many afar—a tiny one atop a larger one revealing the shrunken girl. “Or is it Whinny because it's your last name? Dang. You don't luck out on either of those, do you?”

Harsh's eyes narrowed in needing to stomp out the jokes and keep the air serious for the proper punishment to be inflicted. But all of that was draining. Same thing over and over if things were to go her way. “Miss Harsh will suffice.”

“Better to be known for being harsh than being whiny huh?” Lucky blinked in her looseness costing her another point in the terribleness that was supposed to come. Sitting in a room for an hour and maybe forced to do work. How dull. “Anyway. It's detention time soon right? You'll have to carry me there—unless you don't mind waiting a long few for me to get there.”

That tickled her spine. Holding the miniature girl? Something about holding another who could barely stand tall in her palms had a delightful factor over it. Looming over from behind with the little one barely an inch to the covered-stomach behind it. How appealing.

“If that is what needs to be permitted.” Harshwhinny pushed back from the desk and stood, travelling across the class to before the tiny, resting the back of her hands on the wood. Lucky got up and walked toward them, a hop down from her little platform, striding toward the tips of her fingers—as though she was approaching the open maw of a predator.

Lucky put her hands on the underside of the nail and pushed on it, climbing onto it and climbing a bit too quickly, slamming into the plush wall of brown. There came another tickle. Being so massive as for a fingertip to be like a boulder for another. The little one climbed over it all the same, walking across the finger with arms out to persevere balance.

Sometimes these students never lose their childish ways.

The tiny reached the center of her palms and proceeded to sit down, turning around to pump a thumbs up to the teacher. Harshwhinny nodded and rose the tiny across the vertical landscape of her front—ceasing at another growl from her stomach. Intensely she had become hungry.

And the weight on her hands was feeling like a meal.

This one... isn't she able to survive being in a stomach? Swallowed by Sunset Shimmer and found to be immune to stomach acids. She lifted the tiny before her face, with narrowed eyes and wider cheek, an urge to poke a tongue across her lips. I retained that tidbit for a reason. I wonder why? Perhaps...

Lucky had thought herself fucked in rising to downpouring currents of wind, the air changing in being held before the giant, cupped in a prison before her lips. She crawled back on the plush and heated skin, while the face ahead started to lean in, a dome blocking light as its shadowy form was all that remained.

Skin transitioned to bone as the smoothness of a knuckle rose beneath her bottom. Behind rose the curve of the towering fingers, tightly pressed together, creating a wall that she would be pinned into. Harshwhinny's stoic face mixed with the sinister of a predator as it bound toward her.

“W-Wait wait whoa!”

The tongue barrelled from the lips as the wave of pink assaulted her. It jabbed at her front, covering her all, shoes and jeans and top, face and everything, covered, by the smooth appendage. Its tip focused on her face and the exposed skin of her shoulders; around every place where there was a taste.

“Woah woah! Is this even legal! C'mon Miss Harsh!” But those words were bloated underneath the tongue; moans roamed from the giant at a violent pitch. Lucky laid back as the pressure of the tongue was too much. She lifted her hands as the underside of the tongue hovered overhead. “Just what are you—“

The pink structure akin to a bridge dropped, longer and wider in its approach, everything darkening beneath it. Holding up her arms bore no hope as the tongue crashed down, within the natural force of gravity, lying lazily atop her.

Lucky huffed. Nothing but sleek magenta with periodic bumps in the flesh. It was warm. Heated to a degree with a lathering of wetness to ensure its smoothness. It rolled in place, the force ensuring the same to her, sliding from knuckle to knuckle as massive and passive eyes watched from above.

Forcing her hands into the flesh did no favours. Only that it sank in it. Heated wetness coated her hands on contact. No amount of pushing could lift the heft off from her. Groaning in defeat, the little one waited.

Then her opponent let her go free.

“Quite interesting indeed.” Relief flooded throughout Lucky's body as the weight lifted. She watched as light flashed across the open palm. Overhead were tips of the curled fingers. In the distance, though, loomed the passive face of the predator. “My apologies for the lick. I needed to taste all of your flavours before I proposed my offer.”

Lucky sat up on the palm and leaned back on an arm, using her other hand to gesture to the air, putting on a show for the goddess watching from afar. There was nothing else but Harshwhinny's face. It was only her here and nothing else. None to know if something went wrong. “W-Why does it feel like I know where this is going?”

Harshwhinny nodded. “Indeed if the rumours are true.”

Lucky's face scrunched into itself. “So you want to eat me then?”

“That would be correct.” The woman shifted onto a hip, throwing her other hand there, a loose stance of power still commanding; her tired eyes never stopped at looking at her meal. “You possess the ability to survive in one's stomach. Today's salad isn't doing it for me. To devour another, knowing one is alive, tiny and inside of me, has an attractive component to it.”

Lucky scratched the back of her head. “It seems like most at this school would agree with you on that.” So this giantess wanted to devour her as well? There was something scary about it now. All the previous girls had been kind or unmeaning of swallowing her.

There were shy ones teased about how it was like. Others who made offers if they did her this one thing. Some people just wanted to keep the tiny nice and safe inside their tummy. All of them were appealing for the girls already were in that right.

But Harshwhinny was different. Older and nearly a stranger without a sense of life beyond dead eyes. Yet she craved to eat her. Looked at her like she was nothing more than a snack to plop inside her maw and swallow and think nothing more of the matter.

This could be one of the times she was devoured, tucked away in a stomach forever, forced to captivity unable to be escaped. This woman seemed like the type to get off to it as well. To know a student was locked and caged within the immensity of her body.

Yet all of this continued to be a turn on for the tiny.

Yup. I'm an idiot. One hundred percent a fool.

“I'd rather not eat that salad as boring as it is,” Harshwhinny's lips unfurled the words as each rang with a kind of power before unexplored. It was like being in the hands of Celestia—but without the gentleness or kindness or loved tucked behind it all. “And you would rather not attend detention that feels without end.”

Lucky turned her head away but her eyes could never leave the giant. “Are you... trying to make a deal with me?”

“I toss you in my salad like the topping you are and you are free to skip detention.” In the distance came the tilt of the giant's head, seeing her eyes search the sky in contemplation. “Perhaps you'll still be having it from inside of my stomach. But you are free to do as you wish there. You enjoy being eaten by others—do you not?”

Lucky blinked with an open mouth. “I... feel like there's no winning in answering that.”

“That is the deal.” Harshwhinny's head leaned forward, blocking out light from around it, her face becoming the prime focus. The parting of her lips revealed the glare across the shiny white teeth. How they lifted to show the inner-darkness of the maw. “Will you take it and come inside me?”

Will I be an idiot to the end?

Gazing down the titan of a woman confirmed it so. Below were the stacked mountains one wouldn't normally consider but, in seeing their shape and swell, suiting her figure well, there was a pleasure in wondering how the twins looked undressed. The woman had aged fine for one reaching somewhere in their thirties.

“That detention surely is made worse when your parents find out about your cheating—daughter of the principal found out for such will not bring Celestia a good image.” Anyone else would have grinned here. Lucky had been expecting it, having crawled to the front of the palm to look down the woman's body. Yet the same expression awaited as she looked up from the edge. “Or you could become my food to the mutual forgetting about this event.”

Lucky tucked her upper-lip into her mouth and bit. There was no getting out of this. This was a matter of losing less. Here she was, taken by a stranger wanting to eat her of all things... and she was about to say yes. To go inside of another, trapped in a maw and then swallowed, sent to their deepest part none else knew about.

To give that power; to endure that humiliation. Rocked around in a tummy as the giantess went about her business. She would be in the domain of the aged woman. None else would know she was there. Eaten and kept inside her stomach.

“Guess when you put it that way,” Lucky said as she fell back on the palm, “then I would love to be your food.”

There seemed to be a lightening of those eyes as the light wrinkles around them faded. Light and few there were. Ones often found on a MILF and such. Guess it's best to try all types. Soon the ground rocked and the girl stumbled around, in the distance, the giantess turning, walking and without remorse for the one in her palm.

Below were the scopes of rolling landscapes blurring away in seconds at a time as the beast marched toward her desk. It remained in focus though its details were lost in the distance. The giantess took to the chair, the immensity of the bottom crashing over the seat, the amount of plushness and size covering it all the only equating that Lucky craved.

She picked up her stuff and to the break room they went.

It'd been dark and quiet inside the closed clasped hands of the giantess. One palm below and the other overhead, creating a ceiling, fingers joined into gaps of the others. Light shone through the slits in the space that remained. In their narrowed view was the break room barren of others.

Soon the ceiling pulled away and light shone in.

Lucky narrowed her eyes in response to the light in seeing the great hand arch in the distance, locking the door to be safe, without breaking stride toward the table. The woman sat before it and slid the handbag from her shoulder. She reached in and pulled out the building-sized plastic container.

“Whoah!” Lucky gasped in being hurled down, forced to wrap herself around a finger for support. In the distance was the lifting of the transparent blue lid. Like a sky being removed, it pulled back, high and vastly away, until falling back behind the block. “H-Hey wait! Break break! Clothes for me are hard to make! Lemme get these off real quick.”

Harshwhinny's disinterested gaze passed onto her with all the passive commanding force it asserted. She seemed displeased without a difference in her expression. The power of an annoyed predator wanting to eat its prey. “Very well. Be quick. Or else I'll toss you in without second thought.”

The boom of that voice. It commanded without needing to be commanding. Quickly did the little one lift her shirt and wiggle out of her pants, a clip to have an undone bra, the sliding down of panties to be free of clothing. One of the brown fingers touched her, collecting the pile, the hand arching back to the fuzzy sky.

Harshwhinny undid the vaults to her top, its buttons pushed through, the slits towering as the stretches of fabric loosened into freedom from her body. That brown pillar dove into the hidden cleavage, swells packed in the article jostling, shifting across the fabric, until the pair returned in place.

There wasn't hesitation in the down-swooping fingers born from heaven in reaching and pinching on Lucky's waist. The soft bunch lifted her over the jungle below. Towering greens of thickness interspersed with boulders otherwise known as tomatoes.

The fingers released.

Lucky fell to a rising of a yelp. Winds slashed into her as the rim of the container rose around her. Blurs transitioned to transparent walls from afar. Below loomed the vastness of a leaf, one smacked into, it bending inward from the contact. The sound of wood cracking and breaking as a tree fell suited the scene as the little woman laid forward on the platform, feeling it fall forward, many beneath it slowing it, severing as padding for the eventual crash.

“W-Whoa! You don't mess around!” Lucky's hands tore through the surface of the leaf as it tilted forward, its edge teasing a downward view, the density of emerald spines and other foliage composing the scope. “Crud! Crud crud crud!”

Her hands tore patches of the salad, without meaning, the force of gravity a greater pull. Smoothness caressed her skin with a slickness building into her skin. Thin sauces, previously squirted over the meal, rich in flavour, now building into her.

“Whoa!” Lucky flew over the edge of the leaf and plummeted into the depths of the jungle, a crossing of her arms before her face, pelting into the shape of a grape. It impressed from her weight, bending before discharging it back, causing her to go flying. “H-Harsh! Little help here! Your meal is getting owned by the terrain.”

But nothing came from the sky. Rather the looming face of the giantess far beyond the brim didn't notice the hell the little one went through. Metal clattered in the distance, heavily, like forks and spoons being stacked together.

Lucky broke from leaf to leaf, it bending underneath her weight, each impact a splash of sauces. There'd been a clump of green that served a thick enough pile to crash into. Its contents splattered outward as she fell back into it. Resting as though it were a bean bag, the girl caught her breath, looking beyond the landscape.

Hardly anything could be seen. Beneath her feet was the plastic barely seen through—or seen at all. Mesh green like a strange grass coated the ground with a kind of sludge deemed as healthy. Afar was the jungle. Round spheres of red sitting next to leaves reaching to blinding heights.

Casting a hand over her face to block out the intense light, the little one looked up, in the gaps between monolithic leaves and other such things, to the faint view of the world above. The rim could hardly be seen. Whatever was beyond it stricken of detail. For all she knew, she fell into a new world, one contained within the container of lunch.

Lucky pushed into the pile as her hands sunk into it, the cool thickness lathering across her arms, coating her naked body in whatever topping it was. Standing and walking forward, contents dripped from her. Coming underneath some shade from a green rising highly up, something dripped on her head, dousing her scalp, streams leaking down separately across her face.

She looked out to the emerald wilderness, it like a forest to her, a proper one, like what normal-sized people experienced. Towering trees with a ceiling of leaves, sunlight peeking through branches, streams running through the area, fresh grass to walk across. Would there be animals here? Natural life and critters?

Only predators.

Lucky held a hand to her mouth and stepped back in feeling the shadow before metal prongs dipped into the distance. Strong and long and stabbing into the boulder of red. Juices splashed from the objects—crashing into the naked one and dousing her further in flavour. A cool stream touched her crotch, drawing a rubbing from her thighs, the immensity of this playing field like no other.

“Hey hey! C'mon now! Scaring me a bit here!” Running out from the shade of the leaf to the blinding and warmth of the powerful light above. Seconds until her eyes adjusted to the view above the forested. Of the stoic goddess, cosmic in her greatness, a fraction of her face, blurred in a haze, set over the place. “No foreplay or powerplay or anything? Someone's always tryna assert something or another before they devour me.” Her arms dropped to the side as she stood a victim to multiple sauces and flavours. “Aren't you trying to get off to something? Shouldn't you toy with me more?”

The power of her shouting barely whispered into the ears of the unconcerned one.

“You fail to understand us not being partners or lovers or anything to such.” That distant face leaned into a hand, its mouth opening to accept the offering, the whole of a boulder, mashed into flatness, exploding in a splash, made to nothing, quickly, to the silencing of the one next. “Don't even count yourself as a student anymore. Not even a person. You are food. My food. Something to be picked up, tucked into my maw, swallowed and then forgotten about.”

Lucky swallowed herself in stepping back from the greatness of the scene. Once more the predator dove from heaven in an immense crash to the density of lettuce in the distance. Pile raising to half of the towering wall. Prongs sliced through it all, carrying the great weight though there was nothing, exposing the wall behind it, the snack lifted to the awaiting mouth above.

Few chews as the food swished from side to side, different aspects of its flavour tasted, before the woman tilted back her head, eyes closing in swallowing, fingers after the bulge in the throat, following it down. Until it could be seen no more.

“That is all you are set to become to me. Not a student or a human or anything at all. You are my food. Eaten and swallowed and locked away forever in my stomach. Quickly I will forget about you. For you are nothing after devouring.”

Lucky walked back until her foot slipped on a broken leaf gleamed in green, a sauce with blotches of brown, the slide putting the woman on her ass. The older titan carried on with the meal. Her hand reaching for a book, one spread open and held over the cover, the jungle entering at night, the shadow of the book enough to cast the place in darkness.

Food. That's all Lucky was. Nothing but a meal, little something with the sprawling biome around her. On the other side of the forest, metal came, long and dense pillars, stabbing the setting into a clump and lifting it away. Crunches run from above. Amused chewing and the accentuated gulp of a tease to something more. It wouldn't be long until she was devoured like the rest.

And that undoubtedly turned her own.

About to get swallowed by an older woman that couldn't care less... trapped forever in her stomach... unable to escape it. Knew I would be an idiot to the end. Might as well enjoy this while I can.

Rolling from side to side to the sounds of splashing. Sauce and contents lathering over the nude body of the tiny. Little remains of leaves clinging to her tits, draping over them, their hardness poking through. Wetness lined from her crotch to her butt as the whole of her was doused in the stuff. She was a sweet release of everything.

And ready to approach her fate.

Getting up revealed the pierced leafs set afar, all rolling in the size of a rink, diminished light, filtered through the walls of the plastic, illuminating the scene. Forced in circles by the fork to collect in extra tastes. Lucky sprinted toward it, reaching their edge and throwing herself atop it, sliding with ease, on her front, as the metal prongs lifted out.

She watched the object cast in heavenly light dive beneath the leaf, a choice made, instead of just lifting them—the extra grounding providing security. Lucky gazed up to see the broadness of the book still in place.

Does she know I'm on this one? B-But I didn't see her look!

The answer didn't matter as the ride lifted upward at a slow speed. Tops of the trees and vines, long lines of pink with other such things, fading, as the jungle was left below. Air of freshness transitioned into the conditioning expected of a room. The new world, now no more, or set to exist somewhere else.

In the distance of incalculable miles loomed the towering torso of the beat. Velvet stretching outward in slenderness regardless of its monolithic proportions. It loomed. Always there. The most personal of prisons. How it filled even now in the contents of the jungle.

Everything whisked upward.

Lucky had spread wide over the leaf, looking across and then over it, the cliff of a chin, on the horizon, now zooming toward her. Coated lips of caramel opening to the dusk of sprawling pink. Large surface of a tongue to glints on the surrounding teeth. It all prepped for her.

Her stomach churned in being trusted forward, the face looming above, so utterly massive, invested tiredly in the contents of the open pages. Not even a glance as the little one flew into the gap between her lips. Warm steam exhaled from above as the little one was thrust inside the maw.

Those supple lips like gates beyond the corners of her vision zoomed above and below, the little one zoomed through, a settling of dimness within the place, everything damp with sounds echoing. Her ride settled on the tongue as the beast flicked up at the contact. Lying on her front, the little one coughed in the tightness. Looking back over the swell of her butt, the tip of the tongue and the back of the teeth—those lips, parted for a few seconds longer, shut, a subtle clap, one accentuated in the echo of the place.

“She did it.” Lucky blinked in looking forward again, everything still, beyond the periodic shifting of the ground. The tongue shifted lightly, tilting to leak streams of the sauces, a dead moan in the explosion of flavour; its power ripped around the zone and caused Lucky to cling more to the food. “Oh crud this may really be it.”

The tidal wave struck. Tip of the tongue, darkened like the sea, rising before the series of teeth. The rest of the broadness followed as it turned right. Lucky's face exploded into shock in scampering off the leaf and up, as quickly as she could, grabbing flesh, holding taste buds, fighting to rise harder.

She looked below while hanging from the wall of the tongue. It swayed back and forth in the enjoyment of her flavour. Every smack into her, bunching and flattering her boobs, thick buds catching between her legs, tasting the tiny's everything. It left it hard for her to look at the parks of leaves falling onto the teeth, draped over the pillars, awaiting their faint.

The chompers came.

Inside the cavern loosely rumbled the feminine groan as the beast outside of it all enjoyed its meal. Rows of teeth engaged in relaxed chewing in the jungle ground into collections of mesh. Up and down, into the other, those caught between, flattened into paste.

“N-Nngh!” Lucky turned back to the wall and looked across it. One side laid darker than dark with a tease of a shape through the blackness. Back of the throat loomed there. Where the growls originated from. It being a place of power in where the little one was nothing. It symbolized something more. Being nothing but a piece to be claimed by the throat of another, forced down it, travelling into the tummy of the beast.

The other side told a different style; backs of supple lips together. Through the slit in-between shone the golden slice of light. Peek to the whiteness of a page, monolithic letters of black, the contents of the book the goddess read as she ate. Still uncaring and unknowing of the little one within her.

Truly Lucky was nothing but food. Her arms let go at the through and she slid on her front, down and backward, the slope of the tongue shooting her, through the air, onto the rows of teeth. They went slow on their way up. Lucky breathed. It smelled the freshness of the container but contained in a different landscape.

Above was the polished white of the underside of teeth. Fragments clung to them. Juices squirted across the shape, from which they dripped, a constant pelting, a little downpour, coming from above. It rained on the tiny.

The teeth flew back down, enough of a shock for the little one to roll off, from the smoothness and the little rise of the edge, over and into the gums below. Mesh broke her fall. Clump of chewed food waiting to be swallowed. Lying on her back to catch her breath, looking above showed, a raining of something more, another heap of salad pouring on her.

It fell with a sound of a slap as the mesh crashed into the collection. Caught in the middle of the pile had been the tiny. She waded through it, breaking the surface with a breath, feeling lifted and rowed, the jaws encompassing her keeping in their chewing. Everything was alive and tinged with the feeling of desiring her dead.

Something moved. Large and heavy and filling the space. Looking out from the pule came a curve in the sky, the head of the serpent, turning to her, an entity into itself, a predator searching for prey. It sensed her. Tip of flesh hovering across the bottom row of teeth, entering a lower dive into the narrow valley. It reached the clump of food, digging underneath it, pulling the weight onto itself.

Before pulling back to the center of the maw.

Harshwhinny chewed her food without regard to this act being special. Rather a topping had been inserted and that was it. Another human. Little person. The attractive girl set to become hers. She'd felt the added weight in rolling for more sauces. That pelt of utter deliciousness on the largeness of her tongue.

Her eyes rolled at the flavour and the little one bouncing on her teeth. It wasn't her intent to protect her. Teasing though, however, was fair game. Chewing slower in feeling the contact to the struggles of the little one attempting to escape the chasm of her teeth.

How pleasing it was to know that none of this was anything to her. None who entered the room would see, in that cheek of brown, beyond it, another struggled for her life. Fighting in rising tides and crashing teeth, attempting to get free of the battlefield. How the inside of her maw became a world to the one inside it. Everything feeling colossal due to someone microscopic set within it.

But her teasing was nearly completed in wanting to bury the tiny in more food. Sending the tip of her tongue to the sides of her teeth, it sunk into the heap, brushing into soft though solid, the little one caught in the mesh. With a grin she lifted it back, to the back of her mouth, feeling the need to part her lips, if by a little, to offer a final show to the little one.

Before closing them again to swallow.

Lucky fought to swim out from the pile, its volume beyond sludge, all the power in her muscles unable to wade out from the stuff. Light shone in to its blinding degree. Eyes narrowed in protection, she looked, the expanse of the tongue exposed, teeth of the predator afar, the world beyond the lips unable to be seen.

The final tease before they shut again.

Everything lifted. Ceiling of flesh going back as all lifted. The pile slid into the throat, its bottom caught first, the rest becoming claimed. Lucky swam forward and broke through the heft, reaching out a hand, out to the distant lips.

To anything that could help.

The throat claimed her at once. Quick yank to pull her in. Separated from the food, a meal on her own, arms reaching out to the back of the tongue. Sprawling and sprawling muscles glimmered in the darkness in twisting and clamping and claiming her. Sucked into the tightness of the tunnel, she went under, through the vale, into a descent there was no fighting.

Lubrication glossed across her skin as the slickness of the throat clung to her. It was tight. Slow and without remorse like a clinging hug never-ending. Wrapped around her infinitely, this throat of a woman, each squeeze sliding her deeper, feet at a time, pushing her through the closeness of the route ahead.

She could feel it, too, the fingers on the other side. Here she was trapped inside the throat of another woman, who had tilted her head back, fingers tracing the bulge, pushing on it, slowing and teasing and humiliating the ones within. Bound deeply within flesh to not even a section of a gigantic other.

There'd be no escape.

Soon the tightness reached its apex in pressure as the tunnel of flesh curved up at the end. Flesh opening to reveal the valve, coming to be squeezed through, it binding her arms in entering the vast chamber.

Loud mumbles and moans echoed from around and above as the little one fell. In the darkness teased the undulation throughout the scene. Lucky crashed into a pile of mesh, sinking into it, able to lie back for real.

The place lived. Though it was dark and hard to see, there was a movement through it, little growls rocking the zone, everything knowing it was owned. There was a feeling of not belonging here. In the dimness meant for storing food alone. People were not meant to know this place existed. Yet here she was. Trapped in it.

Narrowing her eyes allowed some of the place to be seen; light waters covering the ground of the place. Walls spawned in a curve all around. Their slope upward, loose but quick, a pulsation to the ceiling above. Chewing could be heard. Faintly and like at the end of the cave. Then a swallow booming in the place.

Something was coming and Lucky didn't know what. Valve opening and clump appealing before plopping into the chasm with everything else. Meshes of food coming together. This was the place for them. It wasn't meant for her. It hadn't been often Lucky was swallowed with food.

Much like truly treated like it.

Harshwhinny was licking her lips and rocking in her chair and doing her best to not express too much emotion. But it was hard. Harder than hard when that flavour greatness battered her tongue in a tease to claim it. Those softness of her body, the natural flavour of her skin, a temptation to pin the little one beneath her tongue and dominate her effortlessly—all it bore its appeals.

She took a moment to collapse back in her seat, sunk into it a tad, loose into herself. Looking down over her bust, she looked at her tummy, knowing another was there, caught with the rest of her meal—unable to do a thing.

Lightly came a burp and quickly came the pat of her belly. Little smack to jostle everything around. She felt it. Tickles of footsteps stumbling inside her tummy. Proof another was there, inside of her, lost in her stomach, forced to go through whatever else the giantess could swallow.

Such a shame such a spice belongs to one alone.

Packing for her next class had been easy though the feeling had been different now. Everything inside of Harshwhinny's belly had a sensation. Clumps of salad that sloshed on every step, swiping the little one, who fought to keep standing in the area.

Had it become a warzone for Lucky in there? That evoked amusement. Walking through the hallway as the food inside was breaking down to stomach acids. It was a felt process now, due to the one caught in it all, rocked to the jostle of the giantess steps.

Harshwhinny looked at the students walking past and none would ever assume of the world going on with her stomach. How every stride of her leg caused a rise and a shift and a drop and a jostle to the cavern within. The little one, stumbling around, through food and acids, fighting to keep from being pinned inside the place.

The giantess stopped for a second to test something. Turning to ensure no students saw, she poked a finger into her stomach, through the fabric of her top, pushing into the softness of flesh. Seconds passed before a response. Something tiny, inside, pushing on the force intruding in her cave.

Harsh would have grinned if able as she slapped her belly next, not hard but enough for a smack, a rocking to the place, tumbles to the one caught inside. Coming to duck out of the hall to where none could see her, the older woman lifted her arms, rocking her torso from side to side, hips caught in a dance, creating a swirl within her.

How the one trapped in the deepest part of her body was played around, the usually still sac caught in never-ending movement. What was it like for her? To be so trapped inside of it all? Everything moving and echoing as her hostess seemed to be swirling everywhere? Everything so large and titanic using its scale to mesh with her.

Lucky splashing around in stomach acids, safe of course, unlike the rest of her food. What if she had been like her meal? Digested and becoming nothing more than fat on her boobs. How appealing that would be. The thought of degrading someone so much for them to become nothing more than extra tush to a bottom or rack.

Done with her fun, though the older woman resumed her role.

Time had passed in the darkness of the stomach as the woman laid back at the center of it all, nothing beyond the walls of her world now, rather her center of everything existed in this stomach. Rumbles and muffled echoes penetrated the hull of the beast. No real words to be understood.

There was a light pelting in the water as the waves of stomach acids sloshed around to the walking of the woman. Lucky floated on her back, warmed by the waters, moved by the waves from time to time. After the teasing, the place had become a hot-tub in some regards. The acids burned everything that clung to her—ironically cleaning her.

There came times where all would be still. Rubbing from outside the chamber as a monstrous hand rubbed across planes of fabric to the sprawling belly tucked behind it all. It comforted her to know the woman still cared. Cared, of course, in her strange way.

And it was after all the classes the girl was brought out from the chamber and into freedom. Up the throat and thrown onto the tongue. Light shone from the entrance of the cave as arching fingers, softly brown, fished and claimed her.

Lucky was pulled out into the blinding light, seeing those plush lips zooming behind, body turned, all to face her, the stoic giantess owning her. They didn't share a word as the little one was dropped toward a sink, held as fingers washed her, dried afterward with a napkin, a collection of clothes awaiting her on the counter.

She dressed as the width of sprawling hips composed the horizon in the distance, nothing but velvet violet forever reaching up, the dare to make eye-contact a scary one. Rather Lucky dressed and joked. “H-Hope I made your lunch better.”

“Indeed.” Harshwhinny crossed her arms over the swell of her mountains. “My usual lunch was far more enjoyable thanks to you.” But then everything lowered as vines of blond rested on the counter. Her breath swept the area. “You may be out not, but no matter where you are or where you go, you will always be my food. Just pluck you from a desk and dangle you over my lips and devour you like a cheery. You are nothing more to me than that.”

The giantess rose to her staggering height and turned, but not before stopping a step, turning to offer a final word. “Oh. Please tell your mother that I say hello.”

Lucky nodded with a massive blush.

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

~ II ~

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

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

And the heat was pervading.

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

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

Then her eyes snapped open.

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

And now Mini was here.

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

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

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

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

The slumbering woman who had ate her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that so? Interesting."

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

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

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

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

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

"Harshwhinny."

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

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

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

"You should have no qualms in keeping here."

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

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

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

Miles: covered in a step.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was hungry."

"THAT'S NO EXCUSE FOR EATING SOMEONE!"

“Voice.”

Mini twitched.

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

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

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

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

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

Mini listened and digested the current information.

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

Mini blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oooh... love you too!"

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

"This a secret clause?"

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

Mini slumped. "What now?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Would you swallow my desk for me?"

"Perhaps I could swallow a room for you."

"Joking! Just... joking."

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

"I think so!"

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

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

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

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

Although it was without expression.

There was a glint in those dead eyes.

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

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

And then they sealed shut to boom chuckles.

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

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

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

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

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

Was Mini.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

III | Closer than Close

~ III ~

Closer than Close

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Although Mini could move as softness crushed throughout the night.

She would, a hundred percent, do it again.

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

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

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

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

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

Hence the need to embrace it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As the titan showered before her.

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

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

So much there and so easy to be buried inside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, stepping into the stream, the giantess washed.

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

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

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

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

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

Harsh turned to grab more soap.

"Wait!"

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

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

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

"Once more?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until it went for the count.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She glanced over at the happy and munching little one.

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

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

Its search for her.

Maybe it's time for food to become food.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IV | Crossover in a Stomach

~ IV ~

Crossover in a Tummy

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

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

And Lucky would keep writing her name until then.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then it came.

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

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

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

And the massive eyes that were staring down.

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

And the cooled fire in those eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

Then the tongue pulled away into smiling lips.

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

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

"And it looks like I just found it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harshwhinny's downward glance.

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

Eaten by the predator's body.

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

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

But did not expose the little one.

Harsh smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was her only purpose now.

To be eaten.

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

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

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

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

Stuck in the deepest part of a woman.

"You must be Lucky!"

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

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

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

"Just like Lucky despite your luck?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sheet."

"Ahahaa!"

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

"Trying not to get eaten!"

"Your mom eats you!?"

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

"And you're okay with it?"

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

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

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

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

Before the mass rose to the giantess.

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

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

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

"Which is?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And everything became hot.

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

Taking it back to the desk where it then settled.

And the giantess returned to eating.

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

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

Only to see the following sight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two could be independent despite being together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inside the mouth of a tiger.

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

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

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

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

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

"Come here often?"

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

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

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

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

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

Both girls were inside a living thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To how they should spend this weekend together.

To a ding and a message from Celestia.

With full approval.

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

V | The Various Kinds of Sleepovers at This Size

~ 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.

VI | A Lazy Weekend

~ 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.

I | Please Welcome the New Student to the Stomach

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Please Welcome the New Student to the Stomach

The next few days were games of cat and mouse between the giantess and the tiny, the teacher watching the student, either with a stare or a glare, seeing, enjoying, the little one write fast then faster.

Strolling by her desk with a bump of the hip to rock the wooden terrain. Letting the little one always know that she was there. Few times—she went for the strike. The hand, opening and closing, fingers flexing: ready to grab.

But her little treat was always saved by various minor incidents.

Harshwhinny strolled out through the doors at the back of the school, the flush of cool air, causing her to wrap a scar over her neck. Those games had brought life to the ordinarily dead woman. But what good was a fire underneath the skin to the feeling of a tiny trapped in her belly?

Knowing a little one was within the dome in the center part of her body. Nothing but the vastness of the sack around her, all loomed in darkness, the various functions, the different noises, of a beating heart, processing liver, and the muffled sounds that came from outside the titan.

Feet tickled inside of her. Walking around the track without any means of escape. Knowing it was only her that surrounded the space. Rocking her hips and shaking her toned belly to feel the one inside start to fly—the pleasantness of them smacking into the walls of their stomach.

It was a treasured feeling that ended too soon.

“Help me!”

Harshwhinny stopped the second the squeak, weaker than the breeze, entered her ear.

The front of her heels hovered over the cold stone of land in front. Deciding, to trust in her intuition, to pull back her foot proved itself to be wise. In the previous shadow stood something next to a pebble. Light pink with a touch of white.

Harshwhinny cocked her head with a blink to the effect. She decided to crouch, flexing open the dome of her skirt. Not one to care about flashing the colour of her underwear to any, she peered at the thing, which hopped in place, waving its arms in the air.

With narrowed eyes and fingers sent to fish below, she grabbed the tiny girl at the waist with soft pressure. Harshwhinny returned to standing and held the tiny at chest level. Her mountains filled out her clothing, offering a little heat, a little aid from the light snowflakes raining.

“H-Heeeelp! P-Please! My name is Mini... I.... I don't know how I got this small!”

Harshwhinny turned the girl in her fingers for examination. Cute little thing in a white t-shirt with tiny booty-shorts. No shoes or hat and lost on the cold stone for the last while. Long hair, now frozen, with hues of blue overtaking the skin.

Lost and confused. Tiny too. Transferring to this school has proven itself to be interesting after all.

Just then, the titanic stomach growled. Enough to break through the padding of the jacket and the harsh breeze of the afternoon. The little one was rolled onto Harsh's palm. Laying forward on it, with the heated skin. It'd help get her warm.

But there was a place she'd be warmer.

She looks colourful enough to be candy... or maybe... she already is...

Mini wasn't sure how to feel in seeing the towers of fingers, softer than their imposing stature suggested, rolled her into a free fall onto the palm. The skin was warm and elastic as it slapped from her impact.

She laid on it for a long while in looking out from the palm. Over the distant bridge of a wrist to the torso that loomed afar. Behind the fabric—came a roar. Loud and vibrating and dominating. Mini shivered until freezing. Looking up, so high up, over the curves of boobs to the distant face above them.

And the lick of the snake across her lips.

Whuh... whuaht is this woman... going to DO with me?

There wasn't time to react as pinched fingers descended from the sky; pressing into her sides and lifting the girl up, they brought her through the coolness of winter. Above the clad mammaries and over to the monolithic face of the woman.

The giantess looked at her with stoic eyes and a dead expression. Yet her head tilted back to the opening of her mouth. In the parting of her lips, a gust of warm air, a cloud of steam billowed out. Coming and floating around the little one.

It was warm. Very warm. Enough to melt the frost etched into Mini's skin. Yet the large fingers flicked up her sides, tickling her, raising her arms and holding her by her clasped hands. There she was able to swing back and forth, kicking, as she was slowly lowered into the maw.

"N-No no! Please! Don't do this!" Mini looked onto the face as it had now become flat, those pools for eyes, all the way down, keen on seeing her every struggle. "Don't eat me! Please! I'm begging you!"

Though the giantess did not seem to care as there was a stretch of a smile at those already pulled lips. Soon enough, the darkness of the maw had risen around her kicking feet. Just above the top lip, a slice of those eyes could be seen, narrowed, in a smile of their own.

The fingers released on Mini to another scream of her own. She fell, only this time, warm air, breath, rose to greet her. She crashed on the sloped surface of the tongue—heated to the point of burning.

Mini tumbled to wet squelches and threw out her arms. Finally, in slowing a touch, she grabbed a bump. Squeezing this, she dangled from it, throwing up her other hand, holding more flesh. Her feet dug into the coarse, squishy meat.

She looked up to a view beyond compare.

Far across the long ascent of the tongue, there where the sky should belong, a halo of white, dimmed, shone into the cavern of the maw. Its colour was grey as winds howled inside of the entrance. It was warm here. Soft too. With a feeling of safeness.

Were it not for the predator trying to eat her.

Mini dashed up the broad surface of the tongue, out of breath with muscle lit aflame, finding the appendage shifting from her movements. Going up the ride side caused it to lift that way, turning and curving. It rolled into itself with a need to dash left and to keep going up.

Sometimes its middle would lean back, far back, coming to twirl upside down. Mini gasped and held tightly to the flesh as though it were monkey bars. It was mostly dark. Sounds were echoes of splashes and the rhythm of the woman breathing. Every now and against, a gust of warmth flooded the cavern, over and over, dominating her.

Mini hung and looked past her feet. The back of the throat, down below, the passage opened. Swallow after swallowing. Pond of skin, opening and sealing and opening, waiting to claim her. Shaking her it, she held on and, the tongue, getting tried, laid itself forward again.

It didn't take long to reach the tip of the tongue, far denser with flesh here, with a view of the outside world from here. Curved to the sides were the rows of teeth sprawling into a darkness unperceivable. This woman was titanic.

And, for some reason, kept her mouth open.

Mini had been fearful of standing here. Tip of the tongue, suddenly flicking back, with her pelting the back of the throat. Yet the woman did no such thing and merely stood there. Maw open to the view of the parking lot.

Standing on the hill of pink, Mini took a few steps back and, with a sprint forward, leapt on the edge of the tongue. She flew over the trench below and the row of teeth after that. The plump, bottom lip, wobbled on her striking its center.

Mini laid forward for a bit. Out of breath, on a sea of the lip, to its ripples coursing out. She looked over and out to the world beyond. Like a galaxy it was. A road with no hope of reaching the end of. Cars requiring a day's journey to go inside—even the curb was forever out of reach.

And the cold.

Mini crawled across the lips, all the way to the lining of its side, coming to stand, holding it, looking out from the cave of flesh. She looked to the long way down. Reaching out a hand into the air, the warmth went to coldness, an immediate chill to yank her arm back inside.

Even if she were to escape, the giantess knew that it was too cold, too far, and too hopeless for her to survive. Mini looked back to the mouth. Dark and warm. Nothing but another woman's body and breath. Being so small and so helpless inside another. Nothing but a toy. Something to chew.

Sensing a choice had been made, the lips shut at once, two immense strips of softness, crashing into the belly and back. They sucked and, with that, the little one slid to the center of Harshwhinny's lips. Mini's head was the only thing to stick out from the closed lips as, above, the weight of the overhead eyes looked down at her.

Mini wanted to yell... but found she couldn't at feeling a tongue wash across her body.

Tip of it licked at her feet and travelled up her backside, taking away the snow and cold water, replacing it, instead, with warm saliva. This warmth spread across her arms and around her neck. Coating her in an outfit for the cold.

But it didn't stop there. Rather the lips undulated into Mini. Sucking her back and forth, in and out from her lips, allowing those lips to work into her. Nothing but a lollipop as she was sucked in and pushed out and sucked in again.

It didn't take long, though, for the tongue to pull away and the head to tilt back again. Mini's tiny face was surrounded by tons of lip as she, with the giantess, looked to the sky for the final time. Cloudy and grey, an overcast, with cold snow still pouring.

Mini hung from her neck as her body swung freely inside the cavern. And then, in hearing the final suction of the lips, was shot, slipped through, into the maw. The lips closed after her entrance and she fell backward.

The entrance of the throat was already open to catch her. Guided to the back and slipped into the tight passageway. Tightness and softness collapsed all around, each working muscle, releasing steam, in working her down.

Mini still fought to the unconscious functions of the body as though she were keeping above water. Beating her fists on the muscles and kicking to stay afloat for another inch. But then a second swallowed came, seizing her at once, the crushing softness, guiding her down, in great strides too powerful to fight.

It was like a slide as her body was squished in the tunnel. Outside came an enormous feeling on her body—two fingers that stroked through the skin. She must have been far down in the throat down, nothing more than a bulge.

It was dark here. Feeling of being smacked, softly, all around. Things swelling on her feet and pulling her down with the same pushing down on her head. Little protrusions around her body, filling around it, all for a lick until they deflated.

Soon, the slide's speed slowed, as an opening in the valve below showed the end of the ride.

Mini's feet passed through it first, able to move, kick around in the openness, free to be free. Soon even it suckled on her body, opening and closing on her legs, belly, chest and head. Weak flesh squeezing. Her hands strained barely to keep it open an inch—until she fell through.

The fall was of a couple of feet, and the smack onto the stomach's floor caused the rest of it to lurch. Defeated was she who laid forward on the ground. Yellow waters filled the land. Raising up to her cheek as the whole of the sac undulated.

Mini laid like that for a bit. To the washing of the waves and the feeling of defeat. Hair strewed over an eye as she looked through it to the surrounding. Her hand splashed in pressing the ground of the sac, needing help to her feet but, instead, falling onto her rump.

She sat there and looked around the setting, feeling the vibrations of the stomach beneath her, watching how the walls breathed, flexing in and out, the stomach, shrinking and expanding, in every passing second.

There was the growl of a stomach in the second next. Mini's expression took to horror as she tucked her legs into her chest. Constant splashing like water on sand except in a place not meant to be seen. By itself, over in a corner was a hill of sand, a collection of mash potatoes that stood tall.

Mini shivered into herself in fighting to deal with this situation; above, a beating heart, roaring, as to make its owner know. Distant flushing of liquids, somewhere else in this apartment, one inside a towering woman.

Then that woman decided to shake her hips, a confident stride, that sent a wave of liquid smacking into Mini. Enough to knock her onto her side and wash over the girl. She bolted up at once, already, ready, to cry.

She bolted across the flooring with every step sinking far more than it should, like running across a trampoline, as she ran into the lining of the sac. Her hands pounded on it, beating on it, crying, shouting, for anyone to let her out.

It was foolish, of course. The dense barrier of flesh separated Mini from the outside world. Anyone that could help her, somehow, would need their ear to be pressed to the woman's belly. This fighting, however, did get a response.

Through the layer of the jacket and the density of stomach, on the other side, a large hand was rubbing her tummy; the sounds were peaceful and calming. Mini still fought, that was, until a light burp erupted above. Soft and light and shrinking the space inside the stomach.

The hand patted the belly, solid taps, knocking her back.

There was nothing that could be done here now. Except to saunter to a corner, lie down, curl up, doing her best to sleep. Mini was a bit above the waters and could be safe this way—for however long that would last.

Sounds still came. Howl of winds striking on the stomach, although it kept out the storm, keeping the place heated. Safe from passing shoes and the bitter cold. Able to take her, anywhere, in the world too large for her.

The girl at least got to sleep warm.

Harshwhinny had moaned and ensured the girl felt the vibrations of each one. She had tasted like strawberry candy with a different coating with every stern lick. Toying with the little one had stated the lust of the past few days. Feeling her climb her tongue as though it was rock climbing.

Sucking her lips, and her, to whatever game she wanted to play.

Her goal was to keep the girl warm but, in the process of that, found a way to enjoy her games. Maybe she could have stored the little one with her bust—although there was a chance to crush. The front of her panties—or the back—could have worked... but also was too forward.

Eating her, ensuring she couldn't escape, and that she would always be safe: seem like the best best.

Her fingers had pushed on the bugle on her throat. Holding back that lump for as long as she could. It twisted, turned, and struggled. Fighting little thing all the way down to its cell. Harsh preferred it that way.

More of a fight to show how easily her body could consume another—and without trying.

Harshwhinny ended up rocking herself around, rolling her hips in circles to relax the little one, knowing, of course, she was dominating her with this. She stroked her belly as well. Hoping to calm it. The burp hadn't been meant. Although a laugh and a pat saw to redeem that.

How humiliating it must have been to be the one inside of all that.

Soon, though, the tickles and whispers of screams had ceased; Harsh had been able to take away a hand and walk to no more fighting. The little one must have tuckered herself out. Strolling over to her car, Harsh unlocked it and got inside, starting the engine, going home, except now, bringing another with her.

Perhaps a permanent guest.