Cursed Burger
B_25 & Star Sage
It'd been the strangest thing you'd ever seen.
You'd walked into the empty hut, expecting to see someone, but finding it barren of zebras. A large cauldron sat at the center of the place, surrounded by wooden flooring. Curiously, it had looked finished with a recent brewing. That, and a table wasn't normally set next to it.
Much less with a plate and burger.
You approached the meal slowly and suspiciously, unsure of how it could be a trap, but not leaving much to chance in a world such as this. You find greater reward upon coming close. Looming over the snack, you find something atop the unmade patty.
Something small, grey, and naked.
Could that be? No... it couldn't have. You peered in close to see Zecora herself, shrunk to the size of roughly an inch. Sitting on her legs, she hung her chest in the open, small and round, a desire to suckle on her breast ever-present.
And the cloth around her crotch was thin and stretched, outlining perfectly the treasure behind it.
Zecora chuckled at looking down your body. You clocked her gaze to see your cock springing to life. It stretched the front of your pants, a desire to either drop her inside your underwear or force the girl to ride atop your cock.
But the miniature woman had different ideas.
She rose on her thighs and leaned back, presenting herself, stretching one arm to the sky—the other, patting the meat she sat upon. Was that what she requested of you? To join her on that unmade burger, dwindled but together, to fuck in a forest of lettuce?
Zecora nodded toward the left. There, nearly towering next to the burger, a vial stood—half-filled. It'd been the one she'd drunk to become that small. Did she make the burger first, drink, then shrink, crawling onto the meal made mattress?
You reached for the vial and brought it to your lips. You couldn't deny that it wouldn't be kinky. It would be as nice as having a miniature lady straddling your dick all day—fucking one atop a burger would make for a different kind of story. So you pressed the glass to your lips, and drank the green soda-like liquid within.
Your change in size didn't take long.
The world grew around you, the distant shelves, zooming upward, as you dwindled to the height of the desk. Quickly, you latched onto it, swinging yourself over the side and becoming little more than a doll once aboard. Your feet stomped against the wood, but as you shrunk out of your clothes, your walking returned to typical steps.
You'd clambered aboard the strange, ivory island, looking at the massiveness of the burger in front of you. The cardboard-like texture of the plate was somewhat tough against your feet. Your neck craned back to clock its height.
This is going to take a bit of a climb.
Hesitation hadn't been found as you sprinted to the bottom patty, seeing the other half looming behind it. You grabbed the wheat itself, tearing handfuls for support, sometimes kicking your feet into the patty itself for additional support. You easily climbed to the meat—where a beautiful sight appeared above you.
Zecora peered over the edge of the disc of meat, waving to her, her chest, wobbling from the effect. You smiled as you wanted nothing more than to suck on them both before you fucked the woman hard. Reaching the divide between patty and meat, the woman leaned downward, offering her hand.
You grabbed it easily, and she hoisted you upward, the two of you falling and shuffling backward on the brownness. Some of the flaking lettuce crunched as they shifted. They loomed like great bushes, settling over the duo, some patches blocking the view upward—like the two had become lost in the middle of a deep forest.
You had fallen on top of Zecora and wasted no time finding her lips with your own, finding a kiss in return—a hand feeling for your shaft. She squeezed it, then did so again, evoking a moan from your mouth and into herself. She wrestled control back from you, raising then pushing you back. Soon you were lying down, and she was crawling over you.
Teasing your cock between her thighs.
You expected the show to keep on going... but the woman crawled right past you. She held her crotch over your face for a moment, letting you smell the rich, burning pheromones produced by her pussy. The wetness that seemed to be burning right through the tender cloth housing her treasure.
You thought that maybe she would have wanted service first. That she would lie back at the center of the burger, the two of you, hidden inside a garden of lettuce, becoming possible prey for any giants who stumbled inside of the hut—seeing a free meal without even finding the two little ones.
But that wasn't what happened.
Instead, the woman crawled off the burger and disappeared, leaving you very, very confused. You went to crawl after her—but everything shook. The lettuce fell over you like statues crashing into each other. In the distance, a skyscraper skyrocketed within seconds, a giantess that, after her growth, loomed in the distance.
And you saw, from the middle of the burger, a fuzzy waist that spread outward, covered by a tight, wet undergarment. The giantess shifted from one leg to another, flexing the cotton over her pussy, which bulged even more out.
Had she meant to reverse things? For you to be put and placed with her pussy instead as she went about things? All you could be sure of was that those legs strode closer, a thundering accompanying the footstep from below. Then a crane swooped from overhead, cutting through the air, though the green of the lettuce blocked all possible views.
And then you heard it, felt its shadow pass overhead, the upper-patty to the burger. You thought about dashing forward—getting out before the burger was complete. But before you could even think to move, the top dropped onto the burger, crushing and flattening the lettuce, all becoming very dark, besides the slit in the beyond that saw to the outside world.
You were between two patties, squished between them, with your bottom settling into the meat. Then came a click and rattle at the door. Other footsteps to be had. You debated about calling out, shouting, but the wheat of the bread would absorb your voice first.
Then you became aware of the mighty hands swooping to the completed meal, lifting the island that you were hidden inside, with the digits pressing so much into the bread that you felt pressed. The outside world blurred as your stomach turned from the accelerated.
Then it stopped, at the level with the woman's massive mammaries, which were like fuzzy mountains that you wished to latch yourself to. To curl along one of her breasts, clinging to, as the rest of the boob jumped and wobbled from each of her mighty steps.
But then your view was changed from her chest to his.
Bare with two slightly defined pecs, the hands holding your home passed you to another. Their words floated over the ceiling of the patty. The promise fulfilled of a burger made with love. The burger rose alongside the view, ascending from the chest to throat of the other giant.
Fear washed through you at the thought of being eaten. You looked into the distance to see a chin appear, and long, thin lips, one belonging to a soft male. They were licked before opening. You knew what came next. Beginning in a scamper, you crawled away from the incoming mouth—even though there was nowhere to go.
You crawled fast enough to avoid the first bite, feeling Thorax's breath wash across your feet, a sudden chasm opening behind you. It was as though someone had bitten off half of an island. You continued crawling as loud, wet chewing sounded from behind. Then came a swallow, a pronounced gulp that struck fear into your heart.
Another bite came from behind, wanting you to take you into that other male's mouth, to be swished around before sent down his long, dark throat, sent behind his chest and into the depths behind his masculine tummy. You beat faster forward, crawling over and breaking through the thick walls of lettuce.
You had reached the other end of the burger—only to see a terrible view.
It was a downward view of the giantess, with eyes not set on you, but on the final bite of burger to be eaten. Her hand was lodged down the front of her garment, fingering herself to the fact that you were about to be eaten by another male... without his knowledge.
The last thing you saw was the back of lips and then the spring of teeth, the first sealing darkness inside the maw, the second, tearing across your home. You had no choice but to jump ship onto the wet, slithering tongue, which collected with the mush remains of the chewing to the side.
You struck the tongue with a plop and felt wetness splash up, and you slid forward and back, to the shifting of the maw. Bits of brown and green landed on top of you, weighing you down and, before you could do much of anything, a small swallow sucked you forward.
You could do nothing as the swallow vacuumed you inward and, with a gulp, you were sent down the long, dark passage, with squishy flesh suckling across you. You slid downward for quite some time, hearing loud breathing all around. In a couple of seconds, though, a hole appeared at the end of the passage.
You went through it, suddenly flying in a spacious open chamber. You splashed into some strange waters that quivered from the constant beating of the place. You were inside the living stomach of another male, eaten and beaten without the other even knowing. He could jerk off, or even fuck the other here—and you would be forced to go along with it from inside his stomach.
Reduced and abused like the nothing you'd become. Zecora would be on her knees, and he would take her from behind, clenching his stomach, further narrowing your home as you were thrown forward and back, forced to match his powerful pumps.
