Sarah was going to swallow John alive. Nothing could stop her now. John measured only 3 inches in height and could easily fit down her throat.

The thought started making Sarah incredibly horny. John had no idea that his night would end in her stomach.

***

John looked up at the giantess. She was a sight to behold: towering over him, she wore only a tiny t-shirt, which showed off her cleavage perfectly. Her long blond hair flowed from a bun behind her head like a mane as if it were on fire.

John swallowed hard. He was so awestruck that he was frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

"I told you I was hungry," said Sarah with a smile. "I think you know why."

"What.." mumbled John looking up.

"You know who could end that hunger of mine?" Sarah smiled, as she felt her nipples getting harder. She loved teasing her little men. For her, this was practically foreplay.

For John, not so much.

"Sarah... Please don't... You cannot be serious about eating me, right?" John said.

"Oh, I am serious!" she replied. "It's been days since I ate someone. I need this."

She licked her lips. "Besides, it makes my stomach swell out beautifully."

"What the hell, Sarah! What kind of crazy person would care about something like that! You are talking about killing me... Do you realise that?!" John shouted these last words, as saying it out loud now made it more real somehow.

This bitch was serious, but she was talking about it as if it all meant nothing.

Sarah lowered her head so that she could directly look John in his eyes. She grabbed one of her breasts and started squeezing it absentmindedly in front of little John. Her lust was in control of her actions now.

"Oh, no, John, you don't understand. You must think I'm selfish for wanting this. But don't you realise how sexy it is to have you completely inside me? You can do whatever you want while you're in my stomach. Kick as much as you want! I love it when my little men struggle. Or, you know, join the fun. Why don't you masturbate all the way down my throat? I know I will get off on you sliding down..."

Sarah licked her lips while one of her hands slowly slid down towards her wet pussy.

"Oh god," he said, "I think I'll be sick." He covered his mouth, trying not to throw up as he thought about what this woman wanted. She seemed perfectly happy to kill him if only he allowed her to have his body as her personal toy.

Sarah rose before him. The hand that was still rubbing her breast now also lowered to her crotch. She used both her hands to take off her pants in front of John.

"You'd better give in, John. This body wants you inside it, and it will have what it wants. Better to enjoy the trip down than to resist." Sarah said while her pants dropped on the floor.

John was shocked at how much more beautiful the giantess woman now looked without her clothes. He could clearly see her dark pubic hair and her erect nipples pressing against the thin fabric of the shirt. Her long legs shone in their nakedness.

"Go ahead and look all you want!" Sarah giggled.

She reached for her shirt now, and took it off with one smooth motion.

She stood before John in all her naked glory. Her tits were firm yet perky and topped off with her thick red nipples.

John had to think of an escape plan. And fast. The situation was escalating quickly: if he did not act soon, he would be powerless to escape and he would surely end up inside Sarah's stomach.

What could he possibly do?

His mind was racing, but he did not see any options.

Should he make a run for it? At his size, Sarah barely had to move to catch him. It was utterly useless.

There was only one thing he could do: convince Sarah not to eat him. Maybe by telling her that it would hurt or something... No! That might actually make her want him more. She'd love the chance to torture someone with her body.

"Listen... Sarah..." John tried to get her attention as she exposed her moist pussy to him. She had started masturbating slowly while towering over him. Apparently, his hesitation turned her on.

"Tell me what you want, little snack..." Sarah said. "As long as it is a request of going feet first or head first down my throat, I will actually listen!" she giggled.

He had to say it. "Please don't eat me." He spoke the words quietly.

"Well, that makes two of us," said Sarah. Her hand was now stroking her crotch vigorously in front of John.

Now he knew he had made the right choice. He wanted to stay away from this bitch; he was sure that she was crazy. She just wanted to hurt him, but the fact that he was now saying no made her even more horny.

"So... you won't eat me?" John asked. Surely, it wouldn't be that simple?

Before John could even consider the notion of surviving the night, Sarah suddenly picked him up. Her left hand, the one that was not busy fingering herself, enveloped him completely. The darkness and sudden feeling of motion was completely disorientating John.

It seemed as if he had been grabbed by Sarah's giant hand. It held him like a shield, as she walked quickly down the stairs to her basement. He could her her panting loudly now that he was kept close to her cleavage. Through the small gaps between her fingers, he could just about make out her erect nipples.

God, he thought. Any other time he would have killed to be close to a naked beauty like Sarah. But the thought of being eaten by her quickly erased any horny thoughts from his mind.

John squirmed to break free. It was pointless.

Sarah entered her basement with John held tightly in her left fist. The basement looked as if it hadn't been used for years. There were boxes everywhere that still smelled faintly of mildew. A dusty table was pushed against the far wall and covered in cobwebs.

Sarah walked past it, to an old couch with a blanket over it. She tossed it aside and then dropped John on top of her body, onto the couch.

Oh no! What is she going to do now? John thought.

"If you really don't want to be eaten tonight, you have to do something else for me, John." She said. Her left hand had now reached for her right breast, gently squeezing it. Her right hand was still working on her crotch while John lay on top of Sarah's naked belly.

From his perspective, it was like a large field of flesh stretching out before him, only interrupted by a navel half his size. 

"Come inside... through another entrance." Sarah giggled while rubbing herself more vigorously now. John looked back towards her face, which was barely visible through her two massive breasts. He stared into Sarah's eyes.

Her pupils were dilated from being incredibly turned on.

"Get into my vagina, John. Crawl inside and make me come. If you do, I might just decide not to swallow you." Sarah said.

"But what about the others... the others that you eat?" asked John, who was still in the process of recovering from her sudden appearance and her handsiness with her own breasts.

"Ah, yes, the others..." Sarah giggled again.

"I don't think they'd mind if I have fun with you instead of them. Come here, John." And with that, Sarah pulled him up to stand in front of her pussy.

***

She used her fingers to spread her vulva apart. In between the mounds of flesh, John saw the vaginal opening clearly in front of him. Although he was only 3 inches tall, it still looked like a tight fit for him to actually get in there.

She pushed him towards it now with her other hand. He was not given much of a choice: he would have to try to crawl in.

Red flesh glistening from moisture buildup towered before him. He heard Sarah's loud panting increase above him. He saw that she was now using the middle finger of her right hand to rub her clitoris and the rest of her fingers to keep her labia spread before him.

He could just about reach the opening. He stuck a hand in there and gave it a shove as he slid his head in as well.

"Ooooh!" cried Sarah in excitement when he touched her. "Oh fuck! It feels so good. You know what? Fuck you are small, but you feel amazing in there!"

John had to admit that the feeling was making him unexpectedly excited. There was nothing to fear; she did not bite, or pinch, or kick. She merely said these things out loud as she felt him squirming around, trying to find a way to slide into her vagina.

John felt the wet muscles around him contract a little. He could not see much, but at least there was some air inside. The contraction made it easier to crawl in further now.

"You are so tight!" John yelled out, not really expecting a reply. He couldn't believe how hard it was for him to move forward. Her vaginal walls were holding him in, gripping his body tightly with their embrace. "God," he moaned, as his hard cock rubbed on Sarah's vaginal walls. His legs were starting to get tired after all this effort,

"please make me come... I need..."

"Yes, yes, use your body for my pleasure, little snack!" she said. "Come on, give it to me! You're going to die tonight, so go ahead and enjoy yourself."

Wait, what did she just say? John thought as his feet finally slipped inside Sarah's vagina as well.

He hoped he had misheard, but he wasn't sure. His own excitement took precedence now, blocking out any other thoughts.

It was simply an unbelievable feeling to be completely inside Sarah's vagina. Everything was soft, wet and hot. He felt her hips move and felt pressure in places that indicated that she was still vigorously rubbing her clitoris.

"Oh John, you feel so good inside me. Don't you want to jerk off in there as well?" Sarah moaned.

John wasn't sure whether she was actually talking to him, or just talking to herself to increase her own arousal.

She had been right about John needing a little stimulation. He was already feeling the beginnings of an orgasm from being inside Sarah's vagina. This bitch was definitely crazy, but this was all just incredibly arousing.

A plan emerged in John's mind: "Hey, maybe I should really jerk off and make her orgasm, and then she might decide to keep me alive."

Everything around him moved. Muscles contracted and expanded, pressure from Sarah's fingers increased.

Despite his confined space, he could slide a hand towards his dick. He started rubbing it feverishly.

Suddenly, he felt two enormous fingers prod his feet. She was pushing him in even deeper!

"Don't stop!" she said, with a slight slur in her voice.

John looked down at his legs and saw how the fingers were trying to force him further into her body.

Everything was dark now, but the sounds were almost deafening. He could hear fleshy, organic sounds as everything inside Sarah's vagina was being moved and rubbed. But most of all, he could hear Sarah's moans reverberating everywhere.

He felt like his cock was going to explode as he wanted to pump his semen into Sarah.

His body continued its thrusting rhythm as he tried to reach for his orgasm. The pressure was intense! It seemed to him that this time the orgasm was actually building up...

And then Sarah's orgasm exploded. Her fingers released their grip on his body and pulled away as John was sent out onto the couch.

***

She plucked him up and dropped him onto her breasts, which he immediately grabbed tightly. "You're such a mess," Sarah giggled.

"Let me lick you clean..." she said.

With one hand holding on to John, and another to her pussy, she rolled herself over on the couch so that she could lay on her stomach.

Without warning, she slid John inside her mouth.

"Mmmmmm..." she moaned while slowly starting to rub her pussy again. She wasn't done with John just yet.

John couldn't tell up from down. All he knew was that he had a sudden need to be licked by a hot woman with giant tits. He hadn't been able to orgasm inside her vagina earlier, but this new environment wasn't so different: warm, wet, and soft. He started rubbing his dick again.

He could feel that it was now or never. If she got him out of her mouth before he came, then all his work would have been pointless. His head felt light in the warm embrace of her mouth.

He was laying on top of Sarah's tongue which moved him all around her mouth, constantly rubbing his crotch. John had never felt so incredibly scared yet so incredibly horny. His mind was a mess.

Suddenly, Sarah stopped moving him around in her mouth. She was lying motionlessly on her couch, hands on her crotch.

Was she not going to let him come? What the hell!

As his orgasm began to build again and he tried to thrust his dick towards Sarah's throat, she suddenly starting sucking him towards it. He was now in a strange situation where he wanted to scream and push his dick further in as far as possible. It was a battle that left John feeling incredibly confused.

And yet... despite being in the mouth of a giantess, John came.

His dick throbbed and shook, seemingly never stopping to release his sperm into her throat. In the little light that shone through Sarah's lips, John could see it all dripping down, disappearing beyond Sarah's uvula.

He felt lost in his bliss for what seemed like minutes, lying flat on her tongue while keeping a hold on his dick.

Sarah's tongue was not moving, but her rapid breathing slowly took him out of his trance as cold air flowed over his back.

The realisation came on like an avalanche: distant and silent at first, but quickly gaining in volume. Sarah wanted to eat him alive. He was in her mouth. John did not want to die!

Everything happened fast. He wanted to start screaming, but instead of Sarah's tongue pushing him down her oesophagus, he suddenly felt two giant fingers gripping his little body.

John felt himself being lifted out of her mouth, and then dropped down on her belly again.

"I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself." She said, licking her lips.

"Oh my God!" John shouted. "So you are really not going to eat me?"

"Of course I am," replied Sarah with a laugh as she looked at him. "But I am glad you had some fun as well. Now it's my turn again..."

"Wait! No! Don't do this!" said John. His head was spinning from all the changes happening to his body. He desperately wanted to crawl away towards his safe zone. The couch. The floor. Anywhere but Sarah's massive body. He couldn't stay here; he had to get away!

And then it hit him. That thought made him feel sick. There was nowhere to run.

Sarah would eat him, whole and alive.

Her eyes locked onto his, and her fingers squeezed his little body firmly.

"Please! Just don't do this!" cried John, now panicking as his stomach turned sour. "I could pleasure you more often, I promise. Please spare me!"

He knew she would ignore him, but it did not matter if she listened or not because he still had one final resort: he could always jump off the sofa and hope that his encounter with the floor would end things quickly for him.

She released him, but only slightly.

"Let's play a game" Sarah said.

"A game?"

"Yes! A game. And there are rules to make it fair... You know how they say 'the ball is in your court' when you want something but the other person can decline? Well, it's just like that, only the 'court' is my entire body."

John looked around, and felt her grip tighten on him.

"So what you need to do is tell me whether you think the game should be played on the 'court' or not."

John glanced down Sarah's body. He followed her stomach to her hips, and looked down at the edge of the sofa.

The ball was in his court alright, but the court was not Sarah's body. If he had to die tonight, it would be on his terms and not kicking and screaming inside this crazy woman's stomach.

He hoped she would be surprised enough not to catch him on time.

He was wrong.

***

As he made a break for the edge of her stomach towards the sofa, Sarah rotated her hips. Suddenly, John was no longer running on a declining slope: gravity had turned against him.

He fell backwards and rolled across Sarah's belly. She straightened her hips again just when John fell into her navel.

As she giggled, John bounced up and down from her stomach moving.

"Silly boy, you can't run. You can't hide. You're not going anywhere, except for my mouth, throat, and finally my stomach." Sarah said when her giggles subsided.

John found his footing. He tried getting up, but had to settle for sitting on his knees with his arms spread out to maintain his balance. He looked in between her giant cleavage again, up towards her face.

"Please... Sarah. Don't do this. If you need to kill me, just do it already. Don't let me die an agonising death inside you." he pleaded.

It seemed like she was going to ignore him again, but suddenly he heard a little whimper from above him.

Her stomach muscles flexed as she moaned softly, "Don't make me..."

The next moment, he saw her right hand fly past him towards her crotch. The other hand reached straight for him.

"I am going to eat you now!"

***

"Oh fuck," thought John as he felt the sharp pain in his chest from the pressure of Sarah's fingers.

His heart was being crushed!

He tried to scream but all that came out of his mouth was a muffled groan.

And then Sarah started sucking his body back into her mouth. His lungs were burning and he could feel his heartbeat accelerating with each breath he took.

With his head in her mouth, John felt that his life was slowly passing from his mind and into the soft flesh of her body. It was as if her digestive juices were already consuming his entire being.

She had no intention of letting him out, until she had fulfilled her final desire.

John tried to struggle but he was powerless.

The realisation hit him again and again. He was going to be swallowed whole. Sarah would eat him now and there was nothing he could do about it.

Sarah was masturbating hard.

"God, John!" she said with him in her mouth.

He realised that his entire existence was now in Sarah's body, where there wasn't any air to keep him alive, food for him to eat, or water for him to drink. She had him inside her now, he was hers.

But what happened next surprised him.

Suddenly, he was spit out. He rolled out between her lips and was deposited between her big soft breasts.

For the first time since she sucked him up, John saw that his skin had turned blue. The colour was caused by her saliva which was now dripping down his body.

His heart still pounded from his experience in her mouth, but he noticed something different. As his face was resting on top of Sarah's soft flesh, he felt a warm sensation on his cheek.

It was her tongue!

As he looked up at the giantess' face, her eyes met his own.

"You didn't think I would end it that easily now, did you?" she said. She had her mouth wide open, tongue stretched out licking John's body. Her left hand pushed up her breasts, which in turn pushed John forward towards Sarah's open mouth.

She was panting faster and faster now. Her right hand was still working on her pussy, which caused John's world to rock about in the rhythm of Sarah masturbating.

While her tongue was licking him, he could clearly see into her mouth and couldn't help but notice her uvula and throat beyond, thinking about when she would finally end it and send him down there.

He did not have to wait long.

Sarah was getting closer... closer. Her tongue moved even faster and she moaned louder. Her eyes were locked with his.

John thought for one last moment: was he going to be her next meal or should he make one last, feeble attempt to save his own life?

There was no time for a decision. In his panic, John had decided not to fight it any further.

All he could do was lie there while Sarah's tongue stroked him like an erotic brushstroke. And then, just as suddenly and abruptly as she had begun, Sarah sucked him back into her mouth.

He expected her to play with him again, so he never saw what was coming next.

She sucked him straight towards her wide open throat, and swallowed. Hard.

He was pushed past her uvula, head first. His legs were still in her mouth, but he now felt thick muscles gripping his head and torso.

"Oh my god! Help!" John screamed.

But there was no escape. There was no way that anyone could help him.

John found himself thinking, 'this is it. I am going to die.'

He knew that he had lost all hope for a happy ending. He was going to die with the thought of her swallowing him, alive and in pain.

Sarah swallowed again. John heard the gulp reverberate all around him as he was sucked deeper inside her throat.

There was no way back for him now, as he finally felt his feet push past her uvula.

She had him!

Her tongue had stopped its work. Her mouth was empty of anything but saliva and a faint smell of John's semen.

Sarah screamed out loud for the first time that night.

"Oooh, yes John. Yes! Get inside me! Struggle, kick, jerk off, whatever you want! Just get inside my tummy!"

She couldn't hold herself anymore.

As her left hand now traced the bulge made by John going down her throat, she lost herself to pleasure. Her body shook and rocked, she thrust her hips up while her fingers moved in and out of her pussy.

She came. Again and again and again.

***

"Oh... oh fuck!" groaned John.

The pressure was incredible, but his fears of what was coming paled in comparison to how his body was responding to the sudden lack of oxygen.

John's mind was racing, trying to come up with an answer to why Sarah was doing this to him.

And yet, John somehow managed to think one more thought before the inevitable: "I didn't want it this way!" he screamed just as he felt muscles around him give him a final push into her empty stomach.

His world was in chaos.

All around him, he heard Sarah's moans of pleasure while being thrown left to right, up and down. It was impossible to make any sense of this new world he had just entered.

It was pitch black, incredibly humid, and smelled foul. His brain did not allow him to process any of this while he was tumbling all around Sarah's stomach.

Her orgasms seemed to last forever.

But as her body calmed and she finally came to a stop, the predicament of his situation started to dawn on him.

"You were wonderful, John." He could hear her voice through the darkness, although its quality and clarity were not what he expected.

Now that he was laying still as well, he felt how soft her stomach walls were and became aware of how stale the air was inside her. He was surprised that there was breathable air at all.

He was not only breathing but also smelling, tasting, touching, seeing, and hearing.

The stomach made all kinds of strange noises. The smell of rotten flesh started entering his nostrils now, and the taste of stomach acid started to make him feel nauseous. There were no stars to see, only darkness met his open eyes. And yet he heard Sarah talking, as if the stomach itself could speak. His entire world vibrated as she spoke.

She said, "I have had so little to eat... You'll never be able to fill my belly." She laughed out loud. John's world shook again.

"I don't suppose I can let you leave now, can I? But you've served me well by giving me what I wanted, a good hard fuck and now a meal."

As if she was reading his mind, Sarah added: "I'll take good care of you for as long as I can, John. But then... "Sarah chuckled again, " you'll be gone! Gone forever!"

John tried to move his hands to feel for an exit, but it was impossible.

While he was not aware of it, the air around him had started getting staler. The increase in carbon dioxide was lulling him to sleep, making his brain foggy.

As his mind drifted off for the last time in his life, he thought about his life and what had led him here...

I woke up.

***

What's this buzzing in my ears? And man, my eyes sting. I try to open them, but try as I might, I cannot manage to get in more than a sliver of light before the burning of my eyes forces me to keep them shut tight.

My mind is foggy. I cannot remember how I got here or even who I am.. What's going on?

Time to take in all other senses.

The buzzing in my ears slowly fades and is replaced by silence. Okay, so I am in a quiet... room? Area? Place? Who knows.

My back hurts. I am laying on a floor, I think.

I lick my lips. Dry. What's the last time I had something to drink? I suddenly notice that my throat feels as dry as parchment. I'd kill for a glass of water right now.

***

I try to open my eyes again. They still hurt as hell, but I manage to open them just for a second. As I close them again and groan in pain, I think about what I saw.

A room, barely lit. Simple, no furnishings. Someone standing in the corner.

Wait a second, I'm not alone!

"Huuuuhhh..." I moan. What I was trying to say was, 'Help me!", but I guess this will have to do.

I hear footsteps approaching.

"Who.. Thhhh...?" I say. Ah, my sentences are getting more coherent! I must be slowly getting out from whatever state I was in.

No answer.

I get up. Painfully, I step forward, holding onto the wall to my right. My head throbs, my mouth is parched, and I feel like I've been running.

The footsteps stop.

"Lay down, you fool. You shouldn't be getting up!" a voice in front of me says. It's a female voice, young, maybe 20 or 30 years old? I can't be sure.

"Whhhhh..." I moan again like a fool. Why can I think straight, but sound like a zombie from Walking Dead? On the other hand... If I could think straight, I'd know where I am and, more importantly, who I am.

I try to open my eyes again. For a second, I see a silhouette in front of me. The girl, I presume.

Then, my head bursts open. At least, it feels like it.

I drop to the floor and moan in pain, clutching my head between my hands.

"See? You're an idiot for getting up so fast. You cannot expect to be eaten alive and not have any repercussions. Lay down, now."

I feel hands lift up my head and, when they let go again, my head rests on something soft. A pillow, I guess.

My last thought before I my mind drifts back to sleep;

'eaten alive...?'

***

I wake up.

Again.

This time, I am immediately conscious of my surroundings. For a moment, everything is silent and dark. Then, faint sounds reach me. Footsteps, doors opening and closing, voices speaking indistinctly.

"John" a female voice says. This one is different from the one before. Deeper, and sweeter somehow.

I listen quietly with my eyes closed. Maybe I can learn something from the conversation between the voice and this person called John.

"Hey John, drink some water."

I suddenly feel a hand lift up my head again and what feels like a cup against my lips. And cool water. Instinctively, I open my mouth and start drinking. Fast. My god, I feel thirsty.

And I guess my name is John.

"Not too fast, you don't want to throw it all up again." the voice says. She is close, probably the one holding my head and feeding me water.

She continues, "That's much better. Now, let me see, where were we?"

"On my way to the station, I would guess," another voice says. One deeper, older, but clearly male. I recognise his voice.

I drink more water. It flows through my mouth and down my throat like water from a cold mountain stream.

The elder of the two voices says, "Yes, that was her... Wait, that's not quite right..." He then pauses briefly, as if thinking.

"She had poor John here wrapped around her like a goddamn ring on her finger. It was clear to me that he was completely voretivated. I only had a second to realise this and place the tracker on him. I don't think she realised what I did or who I was, but she did see me. I had to bump into him by accident and apologise to get him tagged."

"That's how you extracted him then?" the female voice next to me said.

"It is." the male voice replied after another brief pause.

"Risky, Oak, very risky. You did not have to do that. And I don't think you should've."

"The tracker or extracting him?"

"Both."

They both continue their discussion, but it is too low for me to catch most of the words. That leaves me nothing to do but drink more water.

The cup is empty now. I don't have the energy to ask for more, even though I feel like I could drain a swimming pool.

Another loud noise reaches me and, a moment later, I hear someone else entering the room. Try as I might, I cannot stay awake to hear more though. My mind has had enough and is forcing me back to sleep.

***

I have a sex dream. The girl is gorgeous, way out of my league to be honest. But hey, who cares when it's just me and my mind having some fun?

The dream turns into a nightmare. The girl is enormous and wants to eat me alive. I try to run, I try everything I can, but she swallows me like a pill.

I slide down her throat and panic. Everything is dark and humid. I can't escape!

Help!

***

I wake up, still on the floor. Sweat covers my body from head to toe.

More voices. Two of them. Not as soft as before, but also sounding less angry or agitated.

"...you know, I heard about that stuff back in the day. Is it true that those people actually tried it?" the first voice says.

"So far, I've heard nothing but negative rumours. From what I understand, one of their few successes was with a mole rat that was already well-known to have vore tendencies. It ate its master while the rest of the team was still able to fight back."

I groan. My muscles hurt, and I'm so hot that I try to get cool by taking my clothes off.

"Hey, John's awake." the female voice says.

I feel a hand on my forehead. It feel cool compared to my hot, sweaty face. I don't want it to go anywhere, but it only touched me for a moment before its owner pulls it away again.

"He has a fever. Not sure how high, but it feels high. He's burning up. I'm not sure if you did him a favour by extracting him, Oak. If he dies here, he'll have endured two painful deaths instead of just one."

"Maybe, but I'd rather see him go back than have him suffer like that any longer."

There's a third voice, a new one. Another woman this time, judging by her voice. "We need to move quickly. We don't have much time left before we lose him. Are you sure that there is a tracking device on him, Oak?"

"Don't worry. I took care of that . All the precautions were taken to make sure I don't lose track of him."

"Then it's time to oscillize. Either that, or he will die." the unknown woman says.

I try to open my eyes. I don't understand half of the words said, but I don't like the sound of either dying or oscillizing, whatever the hell that might be. Then again, maybe it's just my fever that's making me hear strange words.

"Please..." I manage to croak. My throat is still dry and I can still barely speak.

All three people stop talking for a second.

"Did you hear that? There's something wrong with his lungs." the male voice says, after a short pause.

"Foul air, Oak. Not surprising given what he went through over the past few days. Damn, these people have to be dead or close to it before we can extract them."

A woman near my head holds up a finger. "Wait one second."

From somewhere nearby I hear the hum of electricity, almost as though someone switched on the power.

Cool air washes over my face. A wet cloth is placed on top of my head.

"What are you doing, Ava? You can't just waste those on him!" the second female voice says.

"We have to try though, whatever the cost. He will be of use to our cause, Mia." I hear the voice belonging to the woman apparently called Ava say.

So, we have two women called Ava and Mia here, and a man named Oak. I still don't know who they are, what I am doing here, or who I am; but it's something, at least.

I feel warmth begin to spread throughout my body. I let it happen, hoping I can keep my sanity together until things look up.

***

I dream about flashing lights, about feeling my entire body broken down into its atoms and being reassembled.

I am not me, I am the universe. The universe is me. But then who am I?

God, this fever is making me lose my mind.

All I hear during this nightmare is, "Oscillization, oscillize, oscillizing!"

***

Whether I want to or not, I am still alive. How lucky is that?

If I thought I was hallucinating before, now it is complete insanity. I feel weird. Numb to be precise. Like an emotionless robot. An android with the equivalent intelligence of a toddler. The kind which cannot really think.

I hear a voice. A new voice. It's also female, but incredibly loud.

"Oh hey little John. That's amazing, you're still alive!" the voice says.

I open my eyes. Although my mind is in shambles and I am reminded again of how little I understand of what's happening to me, my body feels better. Much better.

I am on the floor looking up. An enormous face stares right back at me. It's a woman. Or rather, a giantess. It's terrifying because she's so huge, but she's also beautiful beyond belief. Her blond hair flowed from a bun behind her head like a mane as if it were on fire...

I then realise something. That voice, that overwhelming strength from its tone. Could it be...?

"Hello, John," the female giant says. I think I recognise her, though I don't know why. "I hope you're in good shape."

I ask her. "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Oh come on, don't play games with me John."

"Is that—are you—"

"Honey, I am Aphrodite, the original. The perfect being; the God and Goddess made flesh."

***

I finally understood why I recognised this woman. She had once been me. She was me. Or had I been her? And what difference did that make?

As soon as she spoke with such authority, I felt an intense feeling of fear. Even though I did not understand much, I knew this to be the real thing. My feverish memories from earlier were maybe just a dream.

"S- Sarah...?" I managed to say.

"Glad to hear you haven't been messed up too much during your trip, John. I still don't understand how you could possibly still be alive, though. Not after so much time inside my stomach, at least."

"How long have I been here?" I ask.

"About three minutes. Almost four, in fact."

"Do you want me to tell you why you're naked?" Sarah asks.

"Wha..." I say awkwardly. I look down at my own body. I am butt-naked and drenched in a clear liquid. My flesh has a blue tint and I seem to have burns all over my body. Why don't I feel any pain? I quickly look up again at the giant face of Sarah, more to avoid looking at the mess that is my body than for want of looking at this so-called goddess.

For a second, I wonder who Sarah is. Then, it hits me. That night. The horrors of being swallowed alive... The only memories I have right now.

The nightmare was real and is not over.

***

Sarah's eyebrows jump to her hairline. "Damn, I thought I cleaned my insides completely afterwards." She pats her round belly. "Something happened, John. I don't know what, but I don't just cough up you guys after you've been inside me for a day."

"No! Please tell me that is not what really happened!" I say, suddenly understanding exactly what has happened.

"Calm down. It's not that bad, though I am very disappointed in myself. I need to figure this out. Until then, you will stay with me." she said.

Then, her eyes looked away for a second and refocused on me again with renewed interest. A playful smile crept on her lips.

"Or maybe, you will stay -very- close with me. Think you can repeat that feat of coming back up alive again, John?" she asked.

My brain was a blank. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. There is nothing more terrifying than feeling helpless. When you are on death's doorstep while thinking you've been given a second chance, and only given the choice between life and going insane, both of them become equally frightening options.

Fear rules my existence. Fear gives me courage.

And yet I still did not know who I was nor who she was. All I knew was that she was the woman that had gotten off on eating me alive, yet here I was.

Alive and kicking.

Oak stood in front of the place called, simply, 'the station'.

At least, that's what the Network called it. The sign on top of the building's entrance read 'Hive'. An extremely opaque name for a place where Oak knew people were being taken unwittingly and shrunk down for other people's pleasure.

From the outside, it just looked like any other nightclub. A long line of young and beautiful people stood in line for the entrance, with two muscly bouncers guarding it.

The night air was warm, but Oak felt goosebumps in his neck.

"Hey, are you going in or are you going to keep standing there like an idiot?" one of the bouncers said.

"Yeah, move dude, we want to party!" a young man behind Oak shouted. He sounded drunk and had not one, but two beautiful girls wrapped around his neck. All three stared at him.

He couldn't back away from the plan now. He had no choice but to step through the two doors. There would be no return now.

***

Oak only realised much later what had given him the creeps that night. It wasn't the fact that things looked so off or unnatural. No, it was the opposite. The thing that made Oak almost turn around and run for his life that night was the fact that it all looked so normal.

There were a few desks with girls selling tickets for the party that evening. There was a flickering sign pointing to the bathrooms. Beyond the security guards, he saw lockers for patrons to deposit their valuables.

It was all just so normal for a nightclub. So standard. Oak knew that there was absolutely nothing normal about the station though. He had half-expected to see a sign "Shrinking booths that way" or something like that. But of course that would be idiotic.

He paid the entrance fee - what a ripoff! - and let a security guard pat him down. He passed by the lockers and went straight to the dance floor.

Loud, deafening music attacked his ears and the loud base vibrated through every bone in his body.

Oaks never really cared much for dancing. To him, it was pointless to try to have a good time by shuffling feet in a rhythmic fashion. But then again, he could usually find other ways of enjoying himself, so what was there to worry about?

This time, he hadn't figured out what to do or where to go when he got inside. After all, the plan was for him to wait here until he saw her. He just had to keep his wits and try to blend in.

So Oak did his best to look as ordinary as possible. He wore a simple outfit consisting of a pair of loosely fitting jeans and a t-shirt. As the dancing began in earnest around him, he found someone who looked friendly, and took an unnoticeable position next to him, leaning against the wall.

Now, he waited.

***

Then he saw her. It was unmistakably her. Seeing that she had not changed a thing about her appearance since the last time he'd run into her gave Oak some courage. She was not trying to hide her identity, meaning that she was unaware of the Network tracking her.

Well, technically they were tracking John. Unfortunately for John though, that didn't really make a difference.

Sarah started dancing.

She danced like any other person. Just to have a little fun, it seemed. And she had picked a perfect song to dance on - Jefferson Airplane, 'Somebody to love'. Who wouldn't enjoy dancing to such an upbeat tune?

Except, that is, when it's supposed to be played to celebrate eating men.

As if on cue, the music stopped.

This was getting interesting: finally something out of the ordinary happening.

Lights started flashing in a curious pattern. Only the base continued on as if it hadn't gotten the message from the rest of the track.

Bwam, bwam, bwam! The base went louder and louder. The floor started shaking furiously now. The base was getting so deep that it was hard to maintain his footing.

Okay, this is weird, Oak thought. And it was only getting weirder.

Suddenly, the lights turned red. It looked like there were five coloured strobe lights placed around the dance floor. Now that made sense; a flashing light system could have been set up to amplify the effects of the sexual mating rituals. If Oak didn't know any better, he would think this was a normal disco… but why were the lights changing colour? Red, blue, yellow, green and purple flashed across the room.

And suddenly, they were gone. The strobes died.

It was dark now.

And there was screaming.

***

Oak felt around. He couldn't see a thing. This was definitely not part of the plan!

His eyes adjusted. He didn't know how but his pupils suddenly became keen enough to make out even a darkened room. There was blood and broken glass everywhere.

And Oak had shrunk. Absolutely not the plan.

He looked around from his tiny perspective on the floor. He was naked, as his clothes had all remained their old size and he was standing on top of them.

Giant women all around him were fumbling through piles of clothes.

Oh no.

A guy about his age stood on the pile of clothes next to Oak's. His eyes, turned into large blue-white discs by the darkness, told the full tale of horror and despair that gripped this scene.

Oak knew no help would come.

So this was how the station worked. No secret shrinking booths, no hidden rooms. Simply shrink all men present, in an instant.

'I'm sure the Network would just love this intel' Oak thought. Too bad he would first have to save himself from this chaos before he could even think about the Network again.

Clothing was scattered everywhere. Large, loose-fitting shoes, clothes of all sizes, hats, scarves, bags, belts, wristwatches, wallets… all of it looked foreign to him at his current size.

He looked back at the other pile of clothes. The guy had disappeared. What had happened to him? Oak was beginning to panic a bit.

Then he noticed. One of the giant women was carrying a handful of naked men in her hands, not caring much for their struggles and screams. Oak recognised one of her victims: it was the guy.

Oak thought quickly now. The dance floor was utter chaos. Giant women were chasing after tiny men everywhere. Even with his quick thinking, how was he possibly going to escape from such an arena? He needed a new plan.

And then he remembered.

He knew what to do!

He quickly spotted Sarah. Based on all the information the Network had gathered on her, which wasn't much to be honest, he knew she was special. But seeing her now, especially from his tiny perspective, told him more than any intel ever did.

Sarah was the only woman not trying to run after any of the little men. She was instead trying to herd some girls towards the bar. Why?

Oak searched around for anything that looked substantial enough to stand upon. And then he found it.

The hard concrete floor next to his pile of clothes was the perfect height to stand on. With some effort, he pulled himself up onto the surface, using his legs. He ran forward and, still hunched over, went for the nearest of the women.

This giant girl was standing still, seemingly busy stuffing something in her mouth. Then it dawned upon Oak: it must be one of the small men. She was busy eating someone alive!

As he ran towards her, he heard screaming coming from above. As he looked up in horror, he saw a bulge travel down the girl's neck. Some poor guy was fighting for his life while sliding down her throat.

Oak ran, jumped, and, before the girl noticed him, he held onto one of her shoelaces.

She started walking, causing Oak to sway and shake with every step the giantess took. He held onto her shoelace for dear life, and saw that his improvised plan had worked.

The girl who was unknowingly giving Oak a lift, was heading to the bar to join Sarah.

Sarah had John. John had a tracking device. If Oak could reach Sarah, the Network would find him. Eventually.

That gave Oak hope.

With the giant girl dragging him along, Oak stumbled through the rest of the club. There was shouting and crying everywhere - giant girls eating their prey, tiny men running for their lives.

Plenty of these giants seemed to have chosen not to feed on men this night, stuffing them in bags or their panties. Others just couldn't resist the urge to eat another human being. In any case, the other dancers of this night were dwindling rapidly.

Once Oak's ride arrived at the bar, he jumped off.

Next up was trying to get to Sarah and somehow ensure she would take him with her without knowing.

It was too late now for any fancy plans, so Oak decided to use some instinct for once.

He started moving toward her. He could tell from all the movement that she was talking to all the girls around the bar. In all the chaos he couldn't understand a word of what she was saying though.

When she finished talking, Sarah started walking away slowly. It was now or never, he had to make a run for it!

Oak was quite fit, but he never had a chance considering his size and the distance he had to cross.

**

Sudden pressure pushed all the air out of his lungs.

Fingers wrapped around him. They were thin but strong as steel. More fingers joined, holding tight.

A giant hand covered his face and squeezed. He was lifted off the ground. Before he even realised what was going on, he smelled something familiar.

The hand opened up and he fell down. He rolled down a soft, humid, elastic fabric until he crashed into soft flesh.

A snapping sound, the fabric closed on him and pushed him further into the flesh.

His arm got stuck in something wet. He looked around. He was pressed against a giant woman's vulva, held tightly in place by her panties. His arm was stuck, going inside this giant woman's vagina.

He heard some strange sounds, darkness came from below and enveloped his world.

She had closed her pants around him. He was trapped.

Damn, he thought. This was definitely not the plan. Not the plan at all.

***

An indeterminate amount of time passed.

Her vagina was wet. And warm. And soft.

As she moved, pressure was applied to his entire body whenever her thighs closed together. Then, whenever she took her next step, Oak had a moment to breathe.

Judging by how wet her vulva felt, his captor seemed clearly aroused. She obviously felt his body struggling against the might of her crotch, and was enjoying it.

Fucking man-eating bitches, Oak thought.

He tried to pry his arm out of the panties. He managed to slip one finger between the cloth. His fingers came out cleanly.

It wasn't tight. It moved around when he applied pressure. The opening was bigger than he expected.

Something clicked.

Wait. Her underwear wasn't laced but tied.

By the sound of the click, they were probably knotted under the crotch. Could the ties be cut?

There was no time to wait for a clever idea. Oak struggled again, trying desperately to free himself from this trap. The tie seemed very strong yet easily stretched.

It broke. Oak felt something taut against his chest, pushing him inside the vaginal cavity. The rest of the ties snapped as well.

And then Oak felt himself sucked through the vagina's narrow entrance.

He was being smothered by the fleshy walls of her labia. Breathing was getting harder, though as she was so wet, he could still pry out one arm and get some air in from his precarious position.

Time was running out for the little man, however. How long would this take, he wondered? Maybe ten minutes before the bitch realises that he got stuck inside her. Or maybe two seconds…

If the girl were actually serious about eating him alive, she'd better save him fast. Oak realised the irony when the thought crossed his mind.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire... Or rather, this giantess might prefer having him in the frying pan!

As best as he could, Oak remained calm. Whatever was going on out there was making her very horny and excited, as the wetness of his muscly cave was increasing. This gave him some hope, as it made it easier to slide his arm out even further, providing him with more oxygen to breathe.

Suddenly, the movements he had been feeling for a long time now changed. His captor had apparently stopped walking, and now he felt some new movements. All sound was muffled from his perspective, he only had his inner ear to go on.

An itch grew in his lower half. Was the giantess rubbing a finger up against him? Did she like it when he moved his hand around, trying to push out?

Yes, that had to be it. This was her way of telling him: 'you're mine'.

On the one hand, this felt extremely wrong. On the other, Oak could see how voretivated people could enjoy a part of this experience. After all, how could any man not get even slightly aroused from being so up close and personal with a woman's vagina? Even if that vagina was larger than him...

Just as Oak started changing his perspective on the situation a little bit, he heard some sounds.

The giant girl had taken her pants off. Suddenly, Oak could see a sliver of light through the walls of the labia, blocked only very little by the panties covering her crotch. Those were next to come off.

Two outstretched fingers reached out for him and effortlessly pulled him out of his tight prison.

***

He was thrown violently onto a carpet. An enormous carpet, from his perspective.

This could've hurt like hell but, alas, Oak was too numb from his previous experience to feel it.

He tried to take in more of his surroundings but he was forced to lay on his back by the two fingers as the giant woman hovered over of him. She was completely naked.

She smiled down at him, and Oak involuntarily flinched in horror when he saw her face, swollen with lustful desire. A single drop of something wet dripped down one side of her chin as she leered down at him.

Was it blood? No. She was salivating.

He looked her over. Like all women he had seen tonight, she was a 10 out of 10. As if gods had hand-crafted her to be the epitome of femininity. Long, toned legs with perfect thighs. A vulva with only a tiny patch of pubic hair. A flat belly that ended in two giant breasts that were perfectly round and topped by two erect nipples.

His gaze continued upwards to her face.

He recognised her.

I used to know this woman as Mina before tonight, Oak thought. And now here's her naked body looming above me. Oh my god. What has this Hive done to us?!

Oak guessed it was safe to assume that the girl had brought him inside and dropped him here.

"Mina! You! You are with the Network! What are you doing?!" Oak shouted in shock. The little man tried to move but found it extremely difficult. He had no control over his limbs, only his neck and head.

The woman spoke, she didn't seem concerned about her captive's panic. "You came to me, did you not?"

"Let me go! Let me go!" Oak now shouted, having lost control of himself. It was too much to take in right now.

The giantess's right hand moved slowly up her body as she looked down at the little man. She was supporting herself on her left elbow. He was so close to her now that he could smell her scent.

It smelled like vanilla and fruit… No wait, definitely the fruits of the earth and a hint of saltiness. Her scent was very exotic but not overpowering. Pleasant.

Her hand grabbed another handful of skin, this time on her stomach. Soon it stopped its wandering and made contact with her lips.

"Hmmmm... Let you go? Go where? I know where you could go... if you want to." she giggled and licked her lips.

Mina put her knees down on the floor and stretched backwards, bringing her face right above Oak.

She held her mouth wide open above him, giving him a long, good look at the inside of her mouth, her uvula, and the darkness beyond. Whether by accident or on purpose, she drooled a little. Saliva dropped onto Oak's body. He was paralysed in fear, looking up at her large eyes as she smiled down at him.

She lowered her tongue towards him. His heart thumped, he knew what was coming. She had to taste him. If she were a normal human, it wouldn't be a problem, but as she was a freakish giant, there was nothing to do. She was going to stuff him up her mouth and devour him whole.

She kissed him.

Oak closed his eyes in response. The blink of darkness gave his mind a moment to think. He had to come up with a way to avoid going down this girl's gullet. He didn't think of anything, though.

***

Mina kissed him again, this time adding some tongue.

"Mmm, you taste so nice Oak! I wonder what you'll feel like when you go down my throat. Tell me, are you a screamer, a kicker, or a masturbator? I bet you're secretly the last one. Oh, I love little men that get so aroused that they can't help themselves as they slide into me!"

Oak was still lying on the carpet, his mind now racing trying to come up with a way of escaping.

Mina held her mouth open in front of him again, seemingly wanting to tease him. This time though, she was so close that her lips were all around him. His entire world was now her mouth, the carpet that he was laying on remaining his only connection to the outside world.

He noticed her panting now, warm air flowing over him in rapid breaths.

My god… she's really close… and horny… This must be her first meal in a long time... Wait, meal? Oak already considered himself a meal? He tried to shake off the idea, but looked down and saw that his penis was rock hard.

What the fuck. He was turned on again.

The mouth rose up a little, giving him a view of her face and her enormous body stretching beyond. He could see her tits resting on the carpet now, like two huge balloons pressed into the floor. One of her arms disappeared towards her crotch. She was obviously masturbating.

"Tell me, what do you see, little Oak? Maybe I should call you 'kiddo' instead, huh? Or do you have a different nickname for me? One that would turn me on more? Just think it through, little man, what would make you sexy motherfuckers hornier than ever?"

Mina couldn't keep her hands off her genitals. It seemed that her urge to satisfy her hunger had increased manifold in just moments. With each thrust of her hips, her groin spread open, revealing her inflamed folds.

"Oooooohhhhh… oooohhh…. Oh God… ooohhhh..."

With her body rising up and falling, the sounds that emanated from her mouth grew louder and stronger. The saliva pouring out from between her lips seemed to act as fuel, because now her entire body shook uncontrollably, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves.

Oak knew he had only seconds to act. And he finally had a plan.

"Mina, wait! What would Sarah think if you ate me?!" he shouted, hearing his voice echoing through Mina's cavernous mouth.

Now that she's stimulated like this, it won't take long until she's unable to suppress her appetite any longer. I should have acted on this earlier. Now I just need to stall her… "

A smile formed on Mina's lips as she answered: "Oh, we both know that she will be ecstatic when I'm finished with you…"

"No, wait! Why don't you let me go inside the Network first? Then I could help you, Mina! I can find you food! There are thousands of places that I could—"

"The only person who is going to feed me is you, Oak."

I was desperate. This wasn't going anywhere. Of course I would never compromise the Network to save my own life. I would, however, say anything to save myself at this point.

Mina started rubbing herself harder. I knew my time was up. It was now or never.

"I know how to find out where Sarah lives!" I shouted up into Mina's wide open mouth again.

The mouth closed and rose up into the sky. I could see Mina's entire face again.

"What did you say, Oak?" she said. She didn't stop touching herself however, so I wasn't in the clear yet.

"I know how to find Sarah. Not just out in public or at the station. I know how to find out where she lives!" I said, excited now that I had escaped being eaten - at least for a moment.

Her eyes widened. "Where?"

I stood up. "I have a tracker on her. But I cannot tell you how to locate it, as you'd obviously eat me right now if I did that."

Mina closed her mouth again with a loud pop and came to a sitting position. "You know where she is?" she said, her excitement growing along with her breathing. "And why? You want me to bring you there? To fulfill your wishes? So that I may eat you too?"

I didn't hesitate. I knew she was talking about the Hive and their weird cannibalistic rituals. At least Mina had now stopped masturbating, meaning that I had her attention. I couldn't stop now though, I needed to sound confident if I wanted to remain outside this girl's hungry clutches for now.

Her eyes softened momentarily. Was she about to eat this tiny person who claimed to know where Sarah lived? Mina squeezed her vaginal walls together, looking down at Oak in a new light. She wanted to know more. But she also really, really needed something or someone to go down her throat. Now.

She got an idea.

Suddenly, Oak saw Mina jump up and run away. He fell down due to the ground shaking from her footsteps.

She came back holding something in her left hand. Her right hand had already found its way to her crotch again. This woman was insatiable and unstoppable, Oak thought.

She crouched down in front of Oak and let her knees land on either side of him. He was given a full view up her naked body, glistening in sweat from her arousal.

She opened her hand and used her other one to pluck what appeared to be another tiny man from her open palm.

Without delay, she moved the man to her open, hungry mouth. As if for show, she extended her long, pink tongue down her bottom lip. Then, she dropped the struggling man.

In one quick gulp, he was gone. Oak saw a large bulge travel down her throat, and that was it.

Mina was moaning in ecstasy now, seemingly haven forgotten about Oak.

She was masturbating hard now, shoving what seemed like most of her right hand into her pussy.

"Oh, Oak. I can feel him slide further down. It's such an amazing feeling. He's a kicker! He's trying to fight my throat muscles. But he doesn't stand a chance!" She continued to moan, suddenly falling onto her back, knees in the air. All Oak could see now were her legs spread out on either side of him, with a full frontal view of her hand rubbing her vulva in and out.

She let out a scream and rocked her hips up and down.

"Oh, yes, honey, that's right. Slide deeper inside of me! Fuck me in my stomach! Kick and scream all you want!" she yelled and her climax exploded.

Even the carpet itself vibrated, moving in synchronisation with her spasms.

Just seeing this reminded Oak of his own excitement. He didn't even realise when he had started to masturbate to the spectacle in front of him, but he wasn't going to stop now.

His penis shot forth cum, landing on the carpet below him.

By the time he finished coming, Mina had fallen in a heap on the carpet in front of him, probably exhausted from her sexual frenzy.

***

It was time for a new plan, Oak thought.

Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get.

***

For some reason, I have that phrase stuck in my head. A box of chocolates...

Who or what was it from, again? Fred... Ferdinand... Gump? I can't remember the name. Or much else, for that matter.

All I currently remember is that I'm fucked. Well and truly fucked.

This girl won't give me a break. For even a second.

"Let me clean you a little, John. I don't like my food dirty, even if most of that nastiness comes from myself!"

Sarah. Fucking Sarah.

I'm lifted up in the air, held between two strong fingers. I'm completely helpless.

She's lifting me high enough to let her tongue run over me, cleaning every inch of me with that long, thick tongue before she lets me down again.

My eyes are shut tight at this point, but they open when Sarah starts licking my cock. That's right: my cock. I'm fully erect, thanks to all this teasing.

The tongue goes back and forth across my head, then makes its way down the shaft, sucking on the head for a few seconds before sliding back up.

"Mmhmm..."

That sound came from me. Her tongue is making me feel so good. It's warm, wet and soft, and she's really getting into it. The way she licks and sucks around my sensitive head is driving me wild.

By the time she takes me into her mouth, I feel like my balls are gonna burst. But she doesn't stop there.

No, no, not yet. She pushes me further inside her, forcing me deeper until I hit the back of her throat.

I wince at the sensation of her uvula sliding over my back now. I'm covered in saliva.

I kick my legs back and forth in frustration. No way! She's planning to swallow me again!

I want to scream. I want her to stop.

Then it hits me. I didn't hear anything. I couldn't hear anything. Not even the sounds of my own wailing.

***

I wake up.

I must've been out cold.

Where am I ?

This feeling is getting all too familiar. Nightmares and waking up . When will I start making sense of my world?

Oh wait, no, that's right. Sarah. Swallowed alive. Fever dreams. And Sarah again.

I feel groggy and not all there. My body feels numb.

I wake up a little more, trying to figure out where I am. I try to glance around, seeing nothing but darkness. I'm alone.

Wait...

I can smell her.

It's a warm, sweet scent.

Where the heck am I?

I hear some sounds, though they sound muffled. Good to know that this isn't a dream, at least.

I feel that my clothes are still gone. I wonder if she took them. Maybe she wanted me naked.

Strange sounds again. I still cannot see a thing, but I feel around with my hands. My brain cannot make sense of what I'm feeling. It cannot make sense of what I'm hearing.

Just the smell. The smell is unmistakably Sarah. How I know so sure? Well, try diving down every single orifice of another person . That's the kind of thing that will attack every single one of your senses and leave an imprint alright.

I try to sit up, but my position is... weird.

"You're awake now?" I hear her say.

I try to locate the voice, but I can't. It's... in front of me? Above me?

Seriously now, where am I? I start to panic a little. The feeling of panic wakes me up fully. I feel around me with my hands now.

I'm rolled in a warm blanket and laying on top of a soft mattress. Comfortable, actually.

I think I can't see because the blanket is wrapped all around me, so I try to throw it off. It's wrapped really tight, so I start pushing harder.

"Oooh..."

I hear Sarah moan softly. Where the heck is she? She sounds like she's close but far away. This whole size-difference thing is very disorienting and confusing.

I push harder on the blanket. It bounces back around me the moment I release pressure. What kind of blank-... Oh fuck.

Oh fuck!

It suddenly hits me. Soft mattress and warm blanket my ass.

Or rather,

HER ass. I'm in her fucking ass!

What I thought was a warm blanket are actually her glutes . And the mattress not a mattress, it's the crest! I am being squeezed by her buttocks!

"Ughhhhh..."

I'm being jammed in here. Squeezed and squished. I try to move, but I can't. I'm trapped. There's no way out.

"Mmhhmmm."

Fuck fuck fuck.

I'm trying to escape, but of course this monster of a girl is only getting turned on from my struggles.

"Oooohhh..."

She's moaning louder now. If I could see her face, I bet it would be beet red.

Okay, okay, don't panic. Breathe.

She obviously planned this. Stuck me in her buttocks when I was asleep and now she was waiting for me to wake up. She didn't move though, which means she's sitting? But no, if she would be sitting I would have been crushed. So how can I be in her ass without being crushed or her moving around?

She must be laying down somewhere on her stomach. That would explain why I'm not being crushed.

Just then, I start feeling some movement.

I'm being moved.

"Yes..."

Two fingers press down on me, but gently. Like I'm a rag doll. I can't even feel any pain. She's doing this slowly, taking her time.

Slowly she's dragging me down between her legs. I still can't see a thing, but I feel a sudden dimple.

Her anus.

"Aha haa haaa..."

As her cheeks spread apart, I can finally see what's happening.

She's on her stomach, and her hips are spread wide. Her hands are placed behind her, keeping me in place.

She must be on bed, turned on, and ready to have some fun with me.

Her fucking sex toy.

She's ready to play with me, even as I start to struggle and thrash about. As much as I want to resist this, her body is simply too strong and irresistible.

"Nnnggghhhh..."

I try to shift out from between her legs, but it's like wrestling with a tree. I'm totally at a disadvantage. My body has no leverage, and she can just squeeze me in her butt whenever she wants.

Suddenly I feel two other fingers grab me. Or rather, they feel me up and down and cover me in some kind of liquid.

Fucking lubricant.

I feel like she's smearing it all over my body. It's warm and sticky, and her fingers are pressing against my skin, spreading the lube all over.

My senses finally returning, I spit out some of the lubricant that got into my face and shout with all my might,

"Sarah! Sarah! Stop!"

The only response I get is a moan from below and a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach. She's moving me up, together with her ass and hips. She thrust her ass in the air, moving herself backwards.

For a second, I touch something soft on my head, then the sky seems to fall around me.

As the blanket falls beside Sarah's body, my suspicions that we are in her bed are confirmed.

The lights in the room are off, but now that there's at least some light, I can see her tight buttocks shine before me in the soft blue-ish light that enters the room through the windows.

I can see the contrast between her smooth white skin and the dark black colour of her anus right under my feet.

Her ass is round and firm. Through the crack, I can see some of her smooth back and blond hair in the distance.

The lubricating fingers pull away and spread her buttocks even further around me while the other hand still holds me in a firm but painless grip.

I don't like where this is going. This is wrong on so many levels.

"Ohhh, yes..." I hear from her. "Don't worry little John, I made sure to clean myself very well for you. It'll be really comfortable!"

"Sarah! No! Stop ple-..."

Suddenly, I'm shoved head-first into her anus. Darkness envelops me once again as my senses are attacked from all directions. It's warm, sticky, and soft all around my head.

Before I even truly realise what happened, my shoulders are pushed through, followed quickly by my arms and torso. Sarah's now holding my legs and slowly moves me up and down a little.

"...please!" I still shout in shock, though the words are muffled now that my face is squished.

I hear her sounds of pleasure vibrate all throughout this new environment.

Then, pressure on my legs. She's pushing me all the way in, made easy by the lubricant. Before I know it, I feel my feet slip inside and I'm completely in her rectum.

I'm practically being swallowed again. This time though, it's the rear entrance.

There's more space here than I'd expected considering the tight entrance. I can move my limbs, though with effort.

It's incredibly disorienting and, though to my surprise I can breathe, the air is stale and just staying conscious costs me all my willpower.

I'm feel movement. Repetitive pressure from below. I also hear louder moans all around me.

She must be fingering herself vigorously!

I don't know what to do. There's nothing I can do. So I decide that my only option is to give in, hoping that zoning out will make time pass quicker until Sarah decides to let me out.

I try not to think about what's happening to me, but it's impossible.

Moans reverberate all around me, and the pressure squeezing me further in my already tight prison is increasing. I really hope she's close to climaxing.

Suddenly, I feel something grab my feet and I'm pulled out. Fresh air and light shock me, and instinct forces me to take a large breath and scream out loud.

"Aaaah! Saraaah! Stop!"

I hang in the air, upside down, and feel as if I'm in a nauseating rollercoaster. Before I know it, Sarah has turned around in bed and dangles me in front of her gigantic but oh-so beautiful face.

Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and she looks positively lost in bliss.

I have brief moment to look at my situation. And yes, I look down at my captor's body. She's glistening in sweat, which is shiny in the dim, blue light.

I look down. She's rubbing herself furiously, looking like she's about to come.

She slowly moves me closer to her mouth. No. Fuck no.

She opens wide, rapid breaths now hitting my wet body. It makes me feel cool, but what's giving me real shivers is the view in front of me.

My entire world is framed by big, red lips.

My eyes have long adjusted to the darkness, so I can clearly make out all other features of her mouth. Sparkling white teeth, and an enormous, fleshy cave opens in front of me. Her tongue wriggles in rhythm with her panting.

I look further and see her uvula dangling in front of a dark abyss: her throat.

An all too familiar view.

My entire body starts shaking.

"Ahh," Sarah groans and uses her tongue to rub by cock while I'm still dangling from her thumb and index finger. "I've been waiting for this all evening. You taste so good", the lips in front of me whisper.

"No, please..."

"Mmm," she moans.

She opens her mouth wide again, panting rapidly.

I'm passed between her lips, still being held by her fingers. I try to beat up at them now, irrationally trying to escape my fate. I don't want this.

"Sarah! Don't do this!"

As if in response, she drops me. I'm falling towards her wide open throat and there's nothing I can do to stop my fall.

"Please don't..."

But it's too late. I hit Sarah's throat hard.

It's wet, soft, and hot.

She swallows me in one big gulp. I scream, though my shouts are drowned out by saliva entering my mouth and nostrils.

I cough

"Ughhhhh!"

I'm being sucked deeper and deeper into Sarah's throat. The warm fluid fills up my mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe.

Her throat walls are squeezing me tightly inside their warm embrace.

"Oooohhh! Ahhh! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Sarah is climaxing while I'm trying to beat my fists at the walls of her throat in vain as I slide further and further down.

I can barely breathe, and everything is spinning around me. I keep coughing, and Sarah keeps coming.

This feeling is all too familiar.

I slide further down, hear her heartbeat pass above me, and then I'm sucked through a narrow passage.

Her stomach.

It's tighter and warmer than I remember. My whole body is sticky, wet, and I continue shaking.

That's it. I have to...

"AHHHHHHH!"

I vomit all over myself.

Fresh, warm bile coats my whole body. The smell of my own stomach acid hits me in the nose, but I can't even focus on it anymore.

As Sarah continues to come, I just keep vomiting. I can't believe what I'm going through.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks, but I can't even feel them. All I can do is empty my stomach into the belly of the woman who has kidnapped me.

Her moans begin to lower in volume and intensity. She's apparently finished with her orgasms.

My whole body is surrounded by her stomach walls. I try to push up with my hands, but the muscles are strong, barely giving way.

As Sarah finally stops touching herself, her stomach becomes less tense.

I'm still weak and trembling from all the vomit. I try to focus on breathing in and out.

Hm.

Something feels different than last time, but I can't quite place my finger on it.

Everything is as dark, smelly, warm, and humid as I remember.

"Ooh... my little John. You tasted great. Are you enjoying my stomach? Nice and cozy right?"

Her voice echoes all throughout the stomach, seemingly without origin.

"Let me out!" I shout back, not expecting to be heard.

But then it hits me.

The air. The air is different. It costs some effort, but I can breathe in here. And I don't feel like I'm about to pass out.

What the hell?

I feel sudden vibrations pass through my fleshy prison. She's patting her belly.

"John? John, is that you? Oh my, this is new!" I hear her say all around me.

I'm hanging upside down in a small, spherical chamber inside Sarah's belly. The walls are slick and covered in mucus, and I can feel that it's the same sort of slime. And Sarah can hear me.

"Sarah?" I say out loud.

I feel a sudden jerk. She must be shifting her position.

"It is you! I'm having a conversation with a little man in my stomach!"

Vibrations again. Patting her stomach again. To me, it sounds like a thunderclap.

"Hey, stop that!" I shout.

"Aww, is little Johnny a little uncomfortable? I'm sorry I couldn't make your accommodation more spacious. Is it any comfort at all knowing that you gave me an enormous orgasm?"

I try to shift around a bit to see if I can get myself a bit more upright.

"What do you think..." I manage to mutter.

"You're not dead yet, John. I wasn't sure if this was possible. I didn't believe it... But there you are. Alive and well inside my belly. Oh, and do move around a bit more like that if you can... You feel wonderful in there." she softly whispers that last few sentences.

This evil woman is still turned on. How much sexual appetite can one person have?

"I... I... I have to get out of here!" I struggle, trying to push up against the walls of the sphere.

"Well, it's a pity. But I guess I'll just have to keep you until I find someone else who wants to play in my stomach. Oh, but , tell me, how does it feel to be inside my stomach?"

She's starting to speak a bit louder now. And she's sounding more... playful. Why else would she use words like 'play in her stomach'? That's just crazy.

I hear familiar sounds coming from the direction of my head. Towards her abdomen.

She's masturbating again. Just having this conversation alone is enough to make her lose control.

"Ohhh, that's delicious..."

And she's moaning louder and faster.

"I'm getting close," she says. "I don't know how long I can hold off. Shout for me John. Or struggle. Or... why don't you come with me? Come on, rub that little dick inside me!"

For a moment, I think she's nuts. Then, I realise that my dick is hard. What the hell?

Oh well, I'm a man, inside a beautiful woman. I know she's evil for swallowing me and probably countless others before me. But my dick doesn't care about that.

I start rubbing my cock against the walls of her stomach, slowly building up speed and force.

"Yes! That's right, John! Give it to me!"

I feel the familiar rush of pleasure.

"Aaaahh!"

I scream in ecstasy as my cock erupts inside Sarah's body.

My sperm is filling the warm, moist cavity of her stomach.

I shoot more and more cum, unable to hold back.

Outside and all around me, I hear Sarah's screams. She's climaxing as well.

"Nooooo! NOOOOOO!"

I came inside an evil, horny giantess. Shame takes over now that I came.

I fall limp, exhausted.

Still breathing.

How is this possible?

"Come on John, I'm not done yet. I really want to come again!"

She says it with such enthusiasm that I start wondering whether she's as insane as she seems.

I don't answer. My mind is blank.

I can only think about how my cock is still hard, and I'm still leaking copious amounts of semen.

Sarah's moaning. Somewhere far away, I hear what sounds like... gagging noises?

Suddenly, my world is turned upside down. Muscles squeeze my entire body.

I'm being moved.

Sarah's stomach is moving. Churning. And I'm being pushed. And pushed.

I see some light. The back of Sarah's uvula! The next second, I pass through Sarah's mouth and she spits me out in her hand.

"Oh John, you are still alive! I've never had someone like you. You're special, John. Very special."

I open my eyes, wiping away a mix of saliva and stomach juices. I glance around. Sarah's still on her bed, holding me above her massive two naked breasts while looking straight at me. I look the other way towards her belly and her pussy. She's working at it again with her other hand.

This woman is fucking insatiable.

"We're going to have to figure this out soon, John. But first... let's just say the night is still young!" she giggles.

I'm too exhausted to reply.

And Sarah too fucking horny to wait.

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