Lucky's Big Day!

~ III ~

Role Reversal

Sunset exploded with a burst of slime from the tall, pink lips, which curved and wiggled from the jostles of the giantess's step. Steam floated from her body. Cum drenched her hair. Clothes had been made see-through as the overwhelming juices glued them to her skin.

Would this be it? Sunset slunk forward from the base of the cunny, her hands set on each lip, fighting their closing force. Weak, tired, and beaten, she knew if the pussy slurped her now—she would be sucked and thrown into its depths.

Always tossing my girlfriend in my underwear... and now HER gigantic pussy is about to eat me whole. Can't... believe... THIS is the thing I used to pleasure with a finger. That I needed to squint at it to see it. Now, no matter where I look, I can't get it out of my view.

She panted in her lover's fumes.

If she dragged her crotch over a school, the whole structure, and everyone in it, would be carved and caved inside her cunt. I'm nothing compared to it. Maybe. Maybe... I should give up. Let it take me, eat me, and store me away forever inside of it.

Sunset chuckled as her hands fell to her sides, and crinkling forces suckled her backward, suck after suck, as more of her body disappeared behind the titanic folds.

I have to give it to Lucky. You never really know how much she goes through until you're in her place. The fact she never gives up... is pretty crazy. Stored in boobs for mountains and underwear made into canyons. The number of times she's fought against my pussy even though the odds of her winning are impossible—she deserves a lot more respect. That, and less of me calling her lazy.

Just as the final slurp set to draw Sunset into the tunnel of the cunt, a light emerged from above, the descending of two silos set against the expanse of the underwear. Prying the folds apart, they pumped into the space, the fingertips fishing around the crevices of the cunny.

Shudders and moans pounded and blared.

The fingertips glossed over her like a dumb monster licking around to taste and test its surroundings. Finding and tapping her against the pouch, they pinned Sunset to the ground, which flexed beneath her. She was pinched, then slipped from the lips, dragged across the stitching of the panties, and lifted from the jeans' waistband.

Daylight. Openness. And freshness flooded the senses. Sunset breathed the wind and spread her arms in the freedom around. Of course, her arms fell on the edges of the nails, and she was flying faster than any person should.

Until being held like a tic tac before the monstrosityof her girlfriend.

It was at that moment going to shout... that her voice died. She looked to the monster lying on her side, the bulk of her chest demolishing the most prominent intersection in the city. Her backside and legs flew and consumed a great way down the street, carving asphalt and splitting cars, a series of buildings uprooted from their foundations, slanted and learning together, a series of fires rising from them all.

It was at that moment, in seeing the size and might, the power and the willingness of the goddess... that Sunset had wished to be lost inside her cunt instead. To be safe inside destruction itself. Kept close to the surface to see the distant wall of panties working into the cliff of a crotch. Cradled by pink, undulating walls, rocked by the rumbles of a step and swayed to the strides of confident hips.

She wasn't ready to be sucked into the womb of the giantess, a place where she might never be able to escape, at the innermost, tightest section of the woman. But it was better to be an inch in someone over hundreds of feet. To be kept safely inside them instead of dangerous beneath or outside them.

Lucky looked down at her like a lounging goddess, set to enjoy her latest offering, which was another person meant for pleasure. The giant laughed to herself. Then, in drawing her close, those plump, large lips consumed her being in a fraction of a second.

"Well, well well," Lucky chuckled to herself once more, curling her hand around the tiny, consuming her in the confines of a fist. Sunset's arms were locked to her waist. "It looks like we finally have some time to enjoy each other. I was worried what I would do if I played with you first. I had so much... energy and desire."

She gestured her free hand to the remains of the city. "You can see what it caused me to do." Sunset looked on in awe at the destruction. Beside the giantess laid a dome with a spoon in it. Dots of clothes remained in the remaining water. "If it caused me to do all of this... t-then I worried..." Lucky licked her lips and then swept her tongue up on Sunset's face. “...what it would cause me to do to you.”

The hand drew Sunset to the lips, which opened and blew a warm, long exhale scented like intent. The tiny felt fear. How many had seen that mouth for the last time? As they spoke, how many people piled together in that cavernous belly?

She kept the rest of her body intact. No movements, not the tiniest bulge from inside the giantess's top. Sunset had only swallowed and played with a girl. Nothing more than that in the ordinary world. But Lucky? She had gone and engulfed a city.

And left the rest of her body for Sunset.

“That does, however, leave what I'm going to do with you.” Lucky laughed and tugged a finger down the front of her shirt. She held the tiny over the opening, letting her see the rolling, emerald mounds. "Should I leave you with my chest? Forced to contend with endless bounces of squishiness?"

Lucky ticked her teeth and flounced her hair. Her hand returned to pinching Lucky. She hoisted her over the arc of her side and the inward curve of her back. Sunset gasped as her eyes bulged at the impossible. Sprawling landscapes of ascending denim stretching to compress endless compression of beautiful dough.

The backside shone in a hue of indigo from the sunlight. Deeply woven textures heated both from the sun and the rounded clumps of minty ice cream. The fabric breathed. Expanding. Retracting. An amazing raise, dip, then rise again.

The denim lightly sunk into the cleft between the mountains, a tease of the depths to be revealed. Hair shuffled, and fabric rustled as a watchtower turned over the border of a shoulder to the held little one.

Lucky looked at the tiny from over her side and shoulder, beaming with a grin, lowering her little girlfriend to the jeans' waistband. That dense border of blue with a slice of black between fabric and skin. It would be enough for the little creep to wiggle through. Then it would be a day-long romp through the curves and rolls of the contained backside.

"You've always been an ass girl, haven't you, Sunset?" A finger flew beside Sunset and touched down into the skin, wiggling into that space, opening it further. Sunset gazed into the reveal—seeing the hint of mint within. "Always checking out others when you don't think I'm looking. I can never provide you with much when I'm small. But now... there's more than enough to satisfy you for a lifetime."

The hand brushed against the opening, settling at its base, the fingers releasing their pressure. Sunset could make the jump. Leap into that opening and pass the tugging finger. Begin her ascent at the bottom of the right cheek while a denim ceiling loomed like the night sky.

All while her girlfriend laid forward on an open road, swimming her legs in the air, shifting and squishing her cheeks, altering the terrain for the miniature adventurer entrapped within her pants. To follow creamy hills and slide down the depths of their divide.

"Of course," Lucky began while pulling her girlfriend away, coming to sit on her massive rump, opening her legs to the paradise between. She held her itty girlfriend before her crotch. "You could always go back and let my pussy take you whole. So much time teasing it, pleasing it, but never quite captured inside of it."

Sunset felt the finger pushed into the crotch, feeling the thick lips through the fabric, dragged across their length. It was a blur of denim, its density thickening the hidden labia. It rolled greater than any hill—with the amused expression of a goddess above.

"Trapped inside my pussy, centred with my body, sliding all inside of me as I walked." Lucky moaned louder at her words, rocking her hips to Sunset's rubbing. "Tucked deeper and deeper until no fingers could ever reach you. Mhmm. Knowing that my big, badass girlfriend, the hottest body in all the world... is submerged in my cunt, slowly sucked in by my womb, unable to escape all that is me."

That had been enough to set the giantess off. Sunset was lifted from the crotch, stained with wetness and musk, aching and feeling used. Her body was lifted to an awaiting palm, which she was draped over, the fingers previously holding her...

...now undressing her.

Sunset didn't fight it. Didn't deny it. Her every inch of skin burned to be touched and lathered in love. It was always her being the big one, the aggressive one, who decided how everything went and always secured in power.

And she was tired of being the one on top.

Two fingers pinched at her shirt and bra and, with a yank, Sunset was pulled upward before the fabric and material tore. She fell back on the ground with an index finger pressing down on her chest. It rolled her over, forcing Sunset onto her back. Her legs kicked in the air, but the finger lifted from her back and, with a twin, pinched her legs together.

And tugged outward.

Slowly, surely, her pants and panties pulled down her lemon legs, revealing her bare bottom and thighs, the dense, squishy things that housed Lucky on more than one occasion. Once the fingers removed the last articles of clothing, Sunset was free to crawl across the plane, coming to the center of it.

Sunset laid on the center of the held palm, set miles in the air from the giantess, who peered at her with interest, with amusement, the full scale unable to be captured by vision. The smallest thing, like how her cheeks bunched from a smile, was like watching a mountain morph into existence.

"I still can't get over it."

The words pounded loudly, and gales blew quickly across the palm. Sunset raised a hand to defend herself—but the winds blew it back. Everything darkened as the giantess leaned closer. She peered with glee at the tiny.

"So many places your body held me," commented the giant. "Your boobs were always mountains that I could never quite squeeze. Your ass was a canyon I never had enough time to fully explore. Hiding in your clothing was like exploring another world. But now... it's strange to see what once was so big... now so tiny.

The giantess fell back and towered once more, lowering the palm to chest level, which was precisely where Sunset started looking. Her eyes exploded as the size of the distant rack. The way it strained the fabric, stretching it to define its shape, how it could knock down cities and crush mountains.

All that power in a hefty squeeze.

"Aw! Does my little girlfriend like my big titties? They must be pretty big now—much bigger than yours." The giantess laughed, and her chest bounced with them, beating against the shirt for release. "Too bad you were shrunk—then they really would be massive for you."

She hummed. "But now... what kind of girlfriend am I? Not letting you play with a big ol' fat chest." Without warning, the hand drew close to the giantess's mouth, with lips licked before the passage opened. "Just hide out here for a moment, will you?"

It wasn't a request. The palm popped the tiny into the mouth, which closed after the little one fell through. The giantess removed her shirt and tossed it aside, the fabric catching on to a building, which leaned to the side from the weight, darkening the view through its windows.

Then the giantess's arms crossed over her back, undoing her bra and, with a click, the article went loose. Pulled down at the cups, the giantess dropped them onto the street, their padding flattening a parked car.

She then looked down at her bust and, opening her mouth, stuck out her tongue. Sunset clung to it but slid down its wetness. Her attempts to crawl up the pink bridge were met with failure as she looked.

All she could see was the chasm of minty boobs.

Sunset finally fell from the tongue, pawing at the air for the lips of her girlfriend, who slurped the tongue with a smile. Turning in the air, Sunset looked downward, seeing the massive boobs hanging free. Her eyes widened in fear of their squish being enough to break her fall.

On either side, though, sprawling arms neared into focus, coming to push into the sides of the mountains, forcing them together. The giantess wiggled her cleavage about, aiming the slit for her falling friend. Its divide grew the closer it neared. Sunset closed her eyes and braced for impact, shooting inside the cleavage, slowed by smooth, squishy walls, which tightened the deeper she sunk.

And then, with a final jiggle across the pair, the boobs had swallowed her, mounted and all, and remained. Sunset wiggled within the warm darkness, drenched in sweat and odour. Holy light shone from above.

Sticking an arm out from the closed pocket, Sunset gripped a handful of squish, using it to pull herself upward. She twisted as she did so, her own tits bunched against her chest, dwarfed and demolished by the twins that could constitute a country.

The more she climbed, the less the boobs pressed, and the greater the open space became. Once she had slipped through the tightness, she was able to stand on the bubble of the joined breasts. She crawled up the final curve of the right, feeling the ground wobble.

Until she collapsed across its top.

"Looks like you have the endurance to replace me after all."

Sunset held a hand over her face to block the light. Hearing that voice, however, she moved it, starting up into the eyes of her girlfriend. She chuckled, dropping her arm to the side. "I'm not quite sure I'm up to your standard, yet. One thing is for sure, though. You're getting a lot more credit from me after this."

"Now you wonder why I'm always so tired."

"How can you be tried? All you did was climb my boobs all day." Sunset chuckled after mocking herself. "Even being stored in your panties takes it out of you. Doesn't matter if you know that everything will be okay in the end. The size, everything that happens in the simplest thing—I don't know how you aren't lazier than you normally are."

Lucky giggle. "Your gigantic body gives me the strength to go on."

"Looks like it's my turn to repay the favour." Sunset sat up after catching her breath. She cracked her neck, stretching her arms. "You've been keeping yourself pretty wound tight. I don't think you finished even once since you've had me in your pants." She blinked and stared upward. "I'm the only one you've put in your pants, right?"

Lucky rolled her eyes. "Of course."

"Good."

"But I did eat most of our friends, though." Lucky slapped her stomach to the jostling of many inside. She rocked herself in place, making her stomach dance, twirl around, taunting those inside her prison. "They'll be okay. It must be a dogpile inside of me now. At least everyone will know how it feels to be inside of someone now."

Holy fuck is that fucking hot.

Sunset fought down her blush and decided that logic could wait until after sex. And that was what was coming. She had over a hundred feet of girlfriend to please. Big boobies and the greatest ass ever to be crafted, however, had their enjoyment go both ways.

"Hey, Luck?"

"Yeah?"

"Since I'm always the one making the call," Sunset started. "How would you like to be the one to call the shots?"

Lucky bit her bottom lips inward, fuming with temperature; the password said that unleashed the beast. The giantess laid back on the street, crushing car after lamppost, and once she had settled, her hand loomed over the girl sitting on her breast.

"I thought you'd never ask."

Sunset had seen the hand drop from the sky, smacking onto her into a dome of darkness, the dim cover of a palm above. She was flattened to the breast, rubbed at first, feeling the wobbles of the voluminous squish. The hand felt around the sphere, lowered to its bottom, where it was thickest, heaviest, and was exactly where the tiny was squeezed repeatedly.

"I've waited for so long to do this..." Lucky dreamily muttered as she kneaded herself with her girlfriend in tow. "To have our roles reversed and you be the tiny one. To have tickles all over my body. To enjoy me in all the ways I've enjoyed you."

The pressure relented. The boob relaxed to its normal shape. The hand rose above the towering breast, letting Sunset see its tip from the sky. Then the grip holding her released, and she plummeted, falling next to the spire, warmed by the rising air.

Sunset pelted the ground, bounced by its sponginess, coming to sink in a little patch. Next to her, the ground hardened and became firm, pink land built toward the breast three times her size. She rose to her feet and looked up at the challenge.

While, far away, the giantess watched on.

"Do you think you'll be able to handle it?" Lucky's voice flew through the zone like it was the wind itself. "Because my other hand is going to work at its sister. But I have to warn you. I'm super sensitive when it comes to my breasts. They're my weak spot, and they easily set me off."

Without warning, a bomb dropped afar, and Sunset ducked to the right, seeing in the beyond the other, massive hand, laying claim to the mountain. It clapped the vast expanse, thinned it and squashed it—cupping the impossible. Some fingers squeezed at the squish, others pinched at the breast.

“Mmhmm... o-oh yaa-aa-aa... that's the stuff.” Lucky lost herself to lust, kneading and touching herself, a face lit in passing pleasures. Her bottom thumped from the ground, and musk rose rapidly from between the giantess's legs. "Y-You touch my boobs right... and I might cum from that alone. Make my pussy all wet and slick and real reason for you to slide into. That's right. Shoved right up my pussy. Patted and kept in a cunt that'll swallow you whole and never let you out. Little Sunset Shimmer inside my great gigantic pussy. Shrinking smaller and smaller until my body is forced to be your vessel."

Fuck, she really gets into this! Sunset thought while becoming warm. I almost like the idea of Lucky stuffing me between her legs and never letting me out of that paradise. But I'm not going to start running across her buddy and wiggling myself inside her pussy when she's not looking.

"You better get to work... my little sex toy..." Lucky cracked open an eye, staring at her open breast, seeing the orange speck. "If my other breast doesn't start feeling good..." Her free hand rose in the distance, flexing its fingers. "Then mister hand over here, left with nothing to do, won't mind taking over... and helping you out... aggressively."

Lucky tittered. "Or maybe you like that. Mashed against my gigantic breast against your will. Forced between two great things and overfilled by both. Squeezing you against my breast until you shrink enough to be shoved inside. Mhmm... better get to work... mister freehand can't hold himself back for long..."

Sunset wasted no time approaching the spire, feeling hotness between her legs, coming to clasp the two to the hardening skin. Hugging the tit, she crawled up it, feeling her crotch burning in need of release. Finally, she couldn't take it and, on reaching the top, had to tend to herself first.

Let me have just one...

Sunset reached the tip of the tit, which was broad, nearly too big to fit. Rising above it, she angled her crotch with it. Then she dropped, gracefully impaling herself, swallowing as much tit as possible. Sliding down a bit, she lurched, moaning and thrusting, flicking herself around to indulge in the pleasure.

A gasp sounded from afar, quaking the mountains, wobbling all that was soft, a monstrous call.

"You're fucking yourself with my tit! You look so small and cute like a pet! Trying to give yourself pleasure! It just—mmhmh!" Lucky swallowed both her lips and brought her hand to her crotch, teasing fingers across her folds. "Do it. Go for it. Let yourself go wild. Please yourself with whatever part of me. It turns me on to see what a hot, wet mess I can make you."

Sunset didn't need comment as she crawled upward down on the breast, heaving her bottom in the air, still stuck on the tip. She hung upside down to bring her pussy harder into the tit, fucking even more of it, reaching a dumb rhythm of continuous pleasure.

Lucky loomed a hand over, unable to help herself, smacking that ass with a finger. It did nothing but spur Sunset on more as she humped the tit. Thrusting into it, more and more, while hugging its hardness against her chest. It didn't take long, with the finger smacking her backside, for her to finish then and there.

Sunset came over the tit, leaking wetness across it, the amount drying only a foot below. Then she went limp, sliding down the spire, toppling at the base. She laid on the spread of ice cream, all while a shadow loomed over the land.

"You don't mind if I help myself, do you?"

The hand fell and pinned Sunset to the boob, meshed and pressed, spread all around, smacked and squeezed against the breast, kneading it thoroughly. She drooled at the mouth, brain still addled in arousal. Already her legs twitched, and she felt ready to go again.

When the hottest part of a woman was now, to her, a world of its own—it was impossible to not be in consistent lust. Boobs meshing. Pressed against their smooth, burning skin. Buried in their greatness for moments at a time. It was enough to raise both girls to the next heat level.

When the hand raised from the boob, the latter rose before dropping, wobbling to its natural shape. Sunset, through sweat and other liquids, was stuck at the skin to the palm. Lucky looked at her with laughter. Then, with a smile, she sent that hand outward, over the rolling expanse of her belly, slowing her over the curvature of her crotch.

Sunset, tucked at the center of the palm, looked out to see sprawling, curved mounds and the folds that peeked. Her lips were already open, a constant exhale of heat, of musk that burned the mind in the urge to fuck.

Sunset couldn't even cross her arms to shield herself when the hand morphed to the shape of the vulva, which grew as the hand drew close before the latter slapped onto the former. Sunset was squished between hand and pussy. Her cheeks of her face, bunched, between the flaps of the palm and the sprawl of the vulva. She was the narrow, yellow line between them. Something so small between two things ever so large.

"Think you can handle it? Its size and might? How it's so big and wide and wants nothing more than to gobble you inside?" Lucky moaned as her bottom rocked back and forth on the street, carving into the alp shalt like sand. She rubbed her crotch into the little one, destroying her with the softest pussy around. "It's easy to get inside of one. To be tucked and cradled by soft, undulating walls, that carry you deeper into your home. It's easy to let your big bad girlfriend be your home. To crawl into her pussy, to kick your little legs as you crawl into the big home, to be slurped inside by a pair of lips that you aren't even a fraction against."

Lucky rubbed her pussy harder, pulverising Sunset, who drooled from the abundant stimulation. She was rubbed between the folds to the clit at the top, sometimes ground there for moments at a time.

"But you have to please this pussy to go inside of it." Lucky moaned as she was getting close. "Show it all the appreciation you can before it takes all your troubles and woes away. Your last actions before everything else is handled for you. Are you ready to please my pussy, Sunset? Are you ready to be pumped like nothing more than a dildo to satisfy a living cave that wants nothing more than to gobble you whole?"

The hand pulled away, and Sunset breathed, choking oxygen through the fumes, every inch of skin glistening. Everything about her smelled like pussy. It would take endless showers to not smell like a sex toy. Looking forward, she saw the hand closing, two held together with the rest curled inward.

Waiting for their little passenger as, in the beyond, the pussy loomed in the distant, a gaping, drooling mess, that revealed the colosseum walls in the darkness. The fingers wiggled together, waiting—unable to wait much longer.

Sunset didn't keep the giantess waiting. Weak, on the cusp of orgasm, she crawled across the index finger. Reaching its tip, she held it tight, looking toward the quivering mess ahead. With a nod impossible to be seen, Sunset was ready.

The fingers lifted, like the start of a ride, swooping close to the price. Then, swinging backward, the hand thrust forward, the fingers flying between the folds, into the not so little hole, where all was dark and living.

Sunset was plunged into living darkness. There was a beating of a heart in the distance, thundering through the cavern, matched in sound by the shifting walls. They splashed the ooze, whipping it around the confines. Then there was the breathing. The sharp inhales and the quick exhales. The stiffened moans echoed throughout the zone.

The walls narrowed and tightened, and Sunset lowered to the fingertip. Broad spongy walls compressed onto her back, multiplying in weight, lathering burning pre across her naked skin. Sunset moaned in the pleasant pain, rubbed forward and back across the walls, feeling licked at, tasted, something deeper in the cavern yearning for her.

There was nothing Sunset could do but grind against the hill she straddled, dragging her groin forward and back, having the mesh caress her cunt. It didn't fill her in the way she craved. But the stimulation of being inside a living, breathing, gigantic cunt, hearing and feeling it shift and undulate within—that was enough to do the trick.

But as everything tightened to the extreme, Sunset felt a little too squeezed, and wondered, through the orgasm, if she would be okay. That doubt must have been shared for, a moment later, the hand pulled out into the open, a touch of light and oxygen flooding into her senses.

The hand floated out between the legs, the other swooping into the pussy, filling it. Sunset went to reach out for it, but the hand holding her jostled, and she was forced to grip it again, flying across the terrain of her girlfriend.

Sunset watched the landscape quake, tummy rising and dropping, chest rocking from the pleasure, her head rolling from the nearing of bliss. That giant face didn't look at the hand floating inward. That drunken mouth opened and, without warning, Sunset flew into it, the finger carrying her sucked into the maw.

The lips closed and denied all light, the finger pulled away, cleaned by the lips, keeping all intruders inside. Sunset pushed into the plushness as the finger slipped from beneath her. She fell inside the mouth, striking the thin flooring at the base of the teeth.

She didn't have time to recover. Raising her head, she saw a serpent in the darkness, slithering closer, curving from side to side, smacking into her crotch without hesitance. Sunset struggled, unable to push away the oppressive weight. But then... she submitted.

Spreading her legs, letting the tongue consume her bottom, licking and flicking, raising her against the back of the two teeth—drowning her in pleasure. Sunset swallowed her lips and humped blindly in return to the force, riding out the rising bliss, reaching her hands out at random, unable to control the burning within that was on its way outward.

Sunset moaned into the void, and the void blew in return with the scream of a goddess, one in the heights of pleasure—the two finding pleasure as one. Sunset quivered as goodness leaked from between her legs. Twitches shook through her. Her mind burnt into a self-perpetuating high.

And once released of everything within, the tiny girl fell forward, caught by the tip of the tongue, which raised and tilted backward, sliding her onto its expanse. Sunset rolled onto her back, as close to death as one could be. She looked to the distance from over her chest, seeing the beach of the tongue ahead—and the horizon composed of lips.

The twins split, opening, allowing in light and a view, a city toppled and on fire, decimated by the titan who housed her. It all showed how powerful her itty-girlfriend had become. She wanted to be another casualty. Another thing used in swallowed to fulfill the giantess's dumb lust.

"Oh... what are you waiting for?" Sunset cried upon resting her head and looking on ahead. The back of the throat loomed like a dim entrance to a valley. "Just swallow me already!"

Those lips started to close, and gravity leaned backward, sliding the limp girl across the sea of taste buds. Spittle splashed around her form upon going faster. The back of the throat opened to accept her and, with a gulp, everything closed, snatching the tiny, tucking her into the narrow passageway.

The gulp thundered in sound, echoed within the fleshy chamber, a smooth sliding of crinkling sounds descending her. She was in the throat of the faceless giantess, now. Barely even a bulge in that titanic tower. She was being sent deeper into the monstrosity. Far beneath that chest, behind that belly, forced to be sent to the deepest possible depth inside the living being.

However, what confused her upon looking down were the flashing, colourful lights. They shone through the orifice. Sunset had expected a mess of people within the Superbowl of the belly. Confused, scared, eaten alive, unsure of what to expect next.

Nothing of the sort awaited below.

Sunset slipped through the hold and was spat into the vastness of the pouch, which currently housed a dancefloor of people, a disco ball somehow above, and neon lights flashing across a stage. There was a DJ flanked by towering speakers, and everything was dancing to a hard, nearly demonic beat.

Sunset blinked as she looked around, seeing a bar having been set up to the right and, where the stomach acids had risen to the left, a makeshift pool for the daring. Overall, it was a cosy club... all happening within a rampaging woman.

"Sunset, Sunset! You made it!" Pinkie hopped into existence, bouncing on the squishy floor. "I was worried that you weren't! Not because you didn't want to come. Because, duh, party inside a tummy is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! But it all depended on what Lucky did with you."

Pinkie snickered into her hand. "For a moment, it looked like you were going to be swallowed into another area. Which would be cool if you were! Plenty of space for you to do your own thing. But then you'd be alone... and it's hard to have alone parties and have fun with them."

Rainbow Dash and Applejack stepped in from either side of Pinkie, each placing a hand on the hyper girl's shoulder. They nodded for her to take a breath before looking at Sunset. Rainbow was the first to speak. "Don't mind her. She handles the insanity a little too well—doesn't know how jarring it all is to a first-timer."

Sunset swallowed. "L-Lucky... got you too?"

"Swooped Rainbow and I outside of the gym," Applejack opened before nodding to a distant Fluttershy. "Got Flutters over there after her volunteer work at the vet. Pretty much snapped everything at the places you would expect. Everyone was nervous and scared to be grabbed and swallowed like that."

Rainbow took over. "But with Pinkie being Pinkie, she knew something like was going to happen and, because I'd rather not think about it, somehow managed to set a rave in here. Magical energy. That crud. Once the music started playing, everyone just kinda gave in."

Applejack shrugged with a smirk. "No better excuse than playin' hooky from work."

Rainbow fist-bumped her. "Amen to that."

Everyone soon left to tend to their places at the party. Pinkie had left Sunset with a pair of clothes which, scarily enough, fit perfectly—if a little snug. Sunset figured there wasn't much sense in giving too much to worry. Taking a seat at the bar, she ordered herself a drink while the stomach walls pulsated, a heartbeat barely heard over the music.

Outside this stomach, across the great width and height of the giantess, Lucky was carrying them, a hundred feet above the city, doing as she pleased—not knowing of the party within. Her movement could faintly be felt, but the rest of her body displaced the shocks well.

Might as well enjoy myself... and see how tomorrow plays out.

"Lucky... Lucky... rise and shine our not so little girl..."

Lucky groaned. The voice was weak, barely above a squeak, and little feet tapped across her chin. What if her tongue stuck out, catching the intruders, pulling them into her mouth for a quick snack? That would take care of them for the moment.

But that voice... i-it sounds like... C-Celestia?

Her eyes opened, and she yawned, sitting up, leaning forward, feeling feet tumbled from her chin and, a second later, a minuscule impact on her boobs. Two minor things were struggling against them, fighting off the might of the pair, keeping afloat in the pouring squish. Lucky held her pair hand in the open air, finishing her stretch, looking down to the pests that had tumbled onto her chest.

The pests of Celestia and Luna.

"O-Oh! Hey! Um..." Lucky repeatedly blinked, watching the sister crawl out her cleavage, each clambering onto a boob. Their feet sunk as they stood on their respective mountains. "So you're still tiny. Which shouldn't be possible. Because I'm supposed to be the tiny one... but it doesn't feel like I'm dreaming."

She looked to the side to see Canterlot, covered in ruined buildings, debris scattered all throughout. "And it looks like the city I destroyed in my dream is still destroyed here." Her eyes fell back to her parents. "None of what happened was a dream, was it?"

Both patterns, with arms, crossed but smiles held, nodded.

"It was all real."

Lucky did the next rational thing.

She screamed.

Lucky laid on her stomach as she sprawled across the street, a vast swimming pool set before her chin, her mouth opened over it, a tongue dipped into its water. She whimpered and groaned, reduced to a function. Luna laid on her back, between her shoulders blades, rubbing and comforting her with whispers.

Inside the cavern of the mouth, Celestia stood at the back of the tongue, starting forward to the abyss. She'd tied a rope around the uvula and, upon being swallowed, ended the party inside. She'd relaxed the throat muscles enough that most people could walk through the long tunnel. It wasn't the best feeling in the world for Lucky, her stomach, emptying, as hordes of people left her mouth like an amusement ride.

They walked out onto her stomach, seeing the world framed from inside her maw and, reaching the end of the tongue, slid down it into the stretch of water. It was a slow, continuous process. And it only took a few hours for the last of the people to be freed from the giantess.

With everyone assembled before the lying giantess, it came time that she apologized to everyone. It was hard for anyone to be mad as, first and foremost, nearly everyone in the town had already eaten her. That, and the party in her stomach was really, really good.

But that left the matter of how Lucky became a giant, if she would be this way forever—like how she was born tiny. There was also the trouble of the city, the damages and cost, the time to restore it. Such fears were easily calmed, however, as magical light blinded all.

And atop the giantess's head, a lone man dropped, using her scalp as a stage.

"Hello, hello! I hope you all enjoyed my show! It's been a bit boring in both our worlds—and this was just the thing to make our lives come alive!" The man spread out his arms, entering a bow. "My name is Discord. I am a creature of chaos beyond this realm. Now, then, did everyone have fun?"

"Have fun?" Lucky said while glaring upward. She debated eating him like he was nothing. "You grew me into a giantess and caused a crazy, hungry lust in me! The town I love is destroyed because of me—which is also because of you!"

"Destroyed town?" Discord snapped his fingers. "Whatever do you mean? I don't see a destroyed town here?"

"Are you blind? It's right over..." Lucky fell to silence in looking at Canterlot, which reverted to before the destruction. "What the hell? How the hell did you do that?"

"Magic requires no explanation, honey."

"Oh, right." Lucky rolled my eyes. "But that still doesn't change all that I went through! Or that I'm still a giantess."

"What's that matter? You don't enjoy being the big one for a change?"

"Not it means being this big for the rest of my life!"

"I guess being bigger does suck if you're the submissive sort. Very well!" Discord's feet floated from her head, and a magical bubble appeared, forming around Lucky's neck. In a flash, it disappeared, and an amulet rested over her chest. "There is your consolation prize! Now do yourself a favour and think normal size thoughts. Try for a feeling of five foot five." He snickered. "That always tends to do the trick!"

Lucky glared at him, but took his advice, thinking of being close in height to Sunset. Within seconds, she dwindled, becoming the same size as everyone else. When she stood, she did so as an equal—minus the clothes.

"H-Holy hell..." Lucky muttered as she stood. "I-I'm like everyone else!" Then she thought of her normal, shrunken size, and in seconds, she diminished to an inch. Everyone became like giants again, and the rumbling, booming feet of Sunset came—swiping her from the ground and tucking her close to her chest.

Sunset giggled back in the hands of her lover.

Maybe yesterday wasn't so bad after all.

It wasn't often in her shrunken life that Lucky stood before the feet of waiting, towering people, whose enormous attention and expectation were laid on her. Everyone gathered, Sunset, Celestia, and Luna inside her bedroom. Wanting to test the power of the amulet, they waited for her to channel the magic.

Well... here it goes at trying to be normal!

Lucky focused on growing, of being close to the same height as her lover and mothers and, sensing this wish, her amulet started to glow white. It flashed, and that magic infused her skin. Growing and enlarging, she soared upward, seeing the world around shrink and lower.

Until Lucky stood at a normal height.

She looked forward to seeing she was at level with the chests of everyone here and, looking above, saw the faces of everyone. "Um... hi?"

Everyone closed in on her, swallowing the girl in a hug. Peppered in kisses, Lucky giggled, knowing that she would always be the tiny one—no matter what. They all pulled away shortly afterward. Celestia and Luna backed away, wanting to explore what life would be like with their daughter normal-sized... but knew that the lovers needed to have their moment first.

They left with a couple of words.

"Looks like you still kept yourself a little short."

Lucky chuckled as she looked at her taller girlfriend. "Didn't want you feeling insecure."

"Oh? And how do you figure that?"

"Well, with me bigger now," Lucky chuckled. "I'm going to have the best chest and ass."

"You think you've got me beat there, do ya?"

"Enough that I left a couple of inches of height to you."

Sunset gave Lucky a noogie, pulling her against her chest, which Lucky did not mind. "Look at the confidence in you! Suppose you've always had it, being tiny and making the best out of it. But damn it's a catch when you're normal size."

Lucky giggled as she broke free from the play fighting, her hair now a frizzy mess. "Glad you think so."

"But that just leaves something for us to do."

"And what's that?"

"Our first kiss."

The duo blushed. Silence settled. Lucky, looking to the ground, nodded, rising up on her toes. Sunset bent forward in return, and together, their lips met as one.

It was their first, true kiss, where both sides could return the love in equality. It was quick and short, the two pulling away, unable to bear their first real moment of intimacy. It was scary and thrilling. A next step that seemed more like a leap.

"Oh, girls!" a voice called from outside the room. "No having too much fun in there! Dinner will be on shortly—but it'll be missing an indigent."

Har-har.

Lucky rolled her eyes and strolled forward, but arms crossed over her chest, hugging her backward. "S-Sunset?" She looked over to feel a warm breath on her ear—followed by nibbling. Sunset devoured her for a moment. Then, loosening her grip, she whispered.

"Oh, yeah," she giggled into Lucky's ear. "I think I'm going to have a lot of fun ravaging you at this size."

Lucky swallowed and nodded. This would be their first real chance at sex. Now, a lot of things would change since she could change sizes. She'd lived her life at an inch tall, but now, she would get to experience what it was like being normal.

It would be different. Some parts better; some areas worse. But change crept into life. It could be scary—but that was no reason to fight it. Rather, it was better to embrace it, to be ready for it. To be as excited and accepting of it as possible.

It was only through that... that one could make for a better future.