Chapter One

Impossibilities

David was just getting home from school for the very last time in his high school career. He was officially graduated and had the entire summer off before his first day in college. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to do for the summer, but he certainly was ready for college. He had earned a full ride scholarship for four years to the local university and he was psyched to go. He hadn’t yet decided his major, perhaps something in the IT field, but he was still listed as undecided. The first thing he was going to do that summer was stay up all night and sleep in all day (just once of course, just so he could say he did it.)

The upcoming summer was expected to be a rather hot one. He would never really go to the beach on the other side of town by himself, but from time to time he was invited there by someone he knew. While he was there he always felt rather awkward. Not extremely physically fit but still quite healthy, he didn’t think he looked like much. And being a computer person (since some people often felt geek was a derogatory term), he hadn’t much of a tan either. To be fair if he took off his shirt he may even illuminate distant objects. His glasses and short dark brown hair made him appear to be nerdy, but those that knew him knew that he was much more than that. Whenever anyone was trying to describe him, they would always use his name to do it; as that seemed to fit best.

Nevertheless David was in store for another normal summer and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He loved school, and more than that he loved being with people he knew; and he knew the summer meant no friends. But this summer, how he would be wrong. Or at least he hoped and kept telling himself.

Most people he didn’t mind seeing again. He knew he would see them sooner or later, and left it at that. But there was one person he had started talking to a few months before through instant messenger. He had known her for quite some time, but they never had hit any kind of friendship off until that year. He had met her his freshmen year in high school while she was a senior, so they had spent about four years without really knowing each other. She was a pretty girl, thus how he knew her. But that was the extent of their relationship, he would see her around and they’d smile at one another, but apart from that there was nothing really there.

David got to know her in the past few months and she got to know him and now it pretty much became mutual habit to get online about the same time and talk about whatever. They never really had a topic, and couldn’t remember what they had talked about the week before, but still they had fun. Her name was Melanie, and he had to admit he had some feelings for her. How could he not? She was a few years older than him and she was gorgeous. She didn’t necessarily share them, so he kept them mostly to himself. He knew she didn’t, he didn’t think; as they had talked about it in the past at one point. That kind of conversation always seemed to stick out in any recollection. Still, she was older and taller than him.

David had also been writing a book for quite some time. He started it as a passing fancy and let it sit for a bit. He wrote a couple pages, put it down, wrote a few more, and then left it for a few months. During those months, however, someone else came along and gave it a boost by adding one of their own bits to the story. This revived his thought train and he kept on writing. Then he met someone else, who worked with him to flesh out the rest of the story. It was going rather well, and David did like to boast about it. Eventually he lost track of his friend but finishing the rest of the novel himself, he pronounced it done.

Melanie couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer, and asked him about it. “What is it about?” She IM’d David about a week after school had ended for them both.

“Oh it’s just a Science Fiction, Fantasy novel. Nothing big.” David had no problem telling this much, and perhaps even more. Yet he didn’t necessarily want to divulge the full scale of the novel’s bulk.

“But novels are big; could you tell me more about it?” Melanie persisted for almost another week, trying to get David to tell her what it was about. Eventually, he couldn’t help it any longer. He had been writing a giantess novel about someone who had shrunken one of her friends. It was an interesting concept, nonetheless. Melanie seemed intrigued, if not at first a little shocked. They continued to talk about it over the course of a week, and he would tell her a little more about it each day, testing the waters as it were.

Eventually Melanie read the first few chapters, and chuckled to herself. She actually found the idea rather inviting, and thought how cool it would have been to be that main character with all the little people before her. She actually said she liked it.

David went on over the rest of the week describing more of it to Melanie.

“She would eat them?” David read the message on his screen. His heart pounded because this was the biggest hurdle, in his mind, of sharing this fantasy with someone; no less someone like Melanie whom he had such fondness for. Rejection at this stage would be worse than if he had asked if she would have dated him. He needed to know what she thought.

He typed back slowly, trying to make sure everything he sent was the right thing to say. “Well… Yes.”

“Fascinating.” She replied, and logged out. He was worried, had he scared her away? He sat there for quite some time just looking at that one word. Four syllables that carried so many different emotions. Was it fascinating in a good way? A bad way? He couldn’t tell, there just wasn’t enough to look at.

On the Fourth of July Melanie sent David a new message. After getting home from his grandparent’s house two towns over, he logged in to say hello. Seeing her message he went to talk to her. She wasn’t online, but was able to read the message anyway.

“Hiya, David! Sorry I haven’t been getting online as much lately as I was before. I’ve been a little busy with things, and I found a new project that I have been working on for about a month now. You should come check it out!”

David wondered what it could have been. He anxiously anticipated her coming online, but resided to playing an uninterrupted session of Dungeon Keeper 2 for hours on end. Sometime after the Dungeon Master had said “It is the witching hour. Curses are half priced.”  David heard the ping of his instant messenger application go off. At that moment he had possession a creature. David heard the IM ping echo down the hallway of his dungeon in a very cool fashion; almost as if it was really reflecting off stone from far in the distance. He thought it was the coolest thing in the world! He had to tell Melanie. A quick alt-tab proved it was her.

They chatted for a few minutes, Melanie was tired and wanted to go to bed, but she wanted to come online and ask David when he was free to come see her new project. A half an hour later they had both gone to bed with the intention of getting up and meeting one another the next day at the local park between their houses. David was excited; he was going to see a friendly face again, and an exceptionally pretty one at that! And long before school started back up. He had no idea what to expect, but felt whatever it was he it was going to be pretty cool. If Melanie had asked David to meet him so she could show him instead of sending him a picture, file, or showing him over the webcam, it had to pretty outstanding.

David awoke the following morning and went about his day as usual. All day his thoughts wandered to and fro trying to cleverly figure out what she could have possibly been doing, but he came to no conclusions that made any sense.

Eventually the time came and he left for the park. It wasn’t very far away so he walked there. It was warm and sunny outside; there were birds and people about. The park was alive with motion, the fish in the pond were monotonously snapping up the insects that kept darting back and forth over the surface. There were a few fishers and a couple joggers, all pretty normal stuff.

He had arrived first, like usual (or at least he believed he would, considering how early he was), and tried to find the place where Melanie had told him to go. She had designated a place much deeper in the park than where he arrived at, so he took the path that led him into the miniature forest. The park was huge as it was the largest in the state and the city was very proud of it. The paths and trails inside were intricate, and it was easy to get lost on them; that’s why there were always signposts every few hundred feet. This park was originally just part of the wilderness and hadn’t been greatly touched since the city had gotten there. It just kind of grew around it and encompassed it as though it were a giant mechanical amoeba.

David walked through the forest, taking in all the sights and sounds of the place. It wasn’t the first time he had been there, so he knew his way around most of it.

           David found the spot where Melanie had told him to meet her, and instead found a note hung on the tree. The writing on it looked rather sloppy and hastily written on uneven, bumpy surfaces; yet still managed to maintain an air of feminine appeal to it. He took it down and read it rather curiously; indeed making sure it was meant for him.

“Dear David, I know I said meet me here and I would show you my project. Well, I beat you here, but… I wanted you to be alone! So, I put this note here to distract you while I got ready. Quick, look behind you!

Sincerely, Melanie.”

Perplexed, David looked up and turned around. He thought he saw Melanie through the trees before a strange sensation came over him. His vision blurred for a second and a great buzzing sound rang through the air. His heart sped up and he lost sensation in his extremities. He felt a whooshing of air and the buzzing became a dull roar that rocked him to his core. All of this happened in the blink of an eye and was over in an instant, but to David it felt much as though it was much longer. He blinked, the light blinding him still.

Fighting the urge to yell out in sheer unexpected agony and confusion he shielded his eyes and squinted forward, he dropped the note that Melanie had left for him. He heard a crash and a crunch, followed by another and another as something in front of him moved. Something huge.

As the world around him came back into focus the first thing he saw was Melanie’s note, except there was something different than it had been when he had been holding it. It had somehow mysteriously grown many, many times its original size and was now lying, slightly upturned around the middle, like a small mat. He saw beyond it what appeared to be a curtain of dark brown fall down around him blocking out the rest of the world. Not understanding what was going on he took a step back before a scent that wasn’t natural but in fact was very alluring filled the air around him. It was very familiar.

“Hiya!” David winced, he had heard that greeting so many times before it could only have be Melanie, but she sounded everywhere. Her voice was loud enough such that he thought it had come from inside of him. David looked in the general direction of her voice, given to reason that it could not have possibly come from within him, and was stunned at what he saw. Hovering above him only a few meters away from him was her face, Melanie’s face; except she was terrifyingly huge! Before he could even get a sentence out he felt her hands lift him up off the ground, her slender fingers wrapped around his body lightly and expertly, like she knew exactly what to do. Her touch was gentle and light, yet forceful and irresistible. David was speechless. “Surprise!” Melanie had a huge grin on her face, her pearly white teeth shining through her puffy red lips.

“How…?” David still couldn’t quite figure it out, what on Earth had just happened? He rubbed his eyes disbelievingly.

“Magic silly. I shrank you, and now you’re my little toy! If you want to be, that is, of course. Do you?” She spoke fast, she was obviously really excited about this idea.

David didn’t even think, and said “Yes!” He was rather surprised at his automatic response, he quickly began thinking about what he had just said and wondered if he would think better of it later. He had read a lot of stories, after all, and not all of them ended up very good. Of course, he couldn’t think this fast, he was still reeling at the fact of how big this beautiful girl was who was holding him!

“Goodie!” Melanie stood up, very pleased with his prompt unquestioning response. As to how she had shrunk him, she would have to explain later. David relaxed in her powerful grip and she covered him with her other hand, shielding him from prying eyes as she made her way home.

While sitting in her hand David was trying to figure out what exactly had just happened. He was really confused and somewhat mystified. Magic wasn’t real, was it? And if it were, Melanie shouldn’t be able to control it, should she? These were a few of the many questions that circled his mind as he contemplated everything during the trip. She had been gone a month or so, was this why?

He knew where they were going, but still he didn’t quite understand why. Why did she shrink him? How did she shrink him? Was he really shrunken, or dreaming? He pinched himself to make sure; knowing full well that if he were it wouldn’t have worked anyway.

Melanie made it to her home, a quaint little place built on top of an old abandoned World War II bunker. It wasn’t in an extremely well to do neighborhood, but it certainly did make for a pleasant house. It had three floors, one of which was underground. There were two rooms upstairs and two downstairs, one of which was the laundry room; the other was hers. Her room had its own personal closet and bathroom, and the original bomb door was replaced by a pleasant brown one, however bits of metallic shielding were visible every so often throughout the basement; especially in the laundry room which was technically unfinished with its concrete walls, ceiling, and floor. She had shown him many times on her webcam.

Melanie passed through the living room and then passed the kitchen. On her way downstairs she stopped to make sure no one was home, before opening her hands to David, letting him see for the first time since she had collected him. He knew they had gone far, but not quite how far. He had never been in her home before, but it looked exactly like it had in the webcam. He looked up at her, and she smiled.

Melanie rocketed downstairs giving David a faint feeling of vertigo, finally stopping in her room where she shut her door and deposited David on her desk by tilting her hand and letting him step, or slide, off. She seated herself on her bed and looked at him expectantly. After a few moments of silence, she began. “So…” And trailed off again into silence.

“So?” David responded, not really knowing what she had wanted. He figured she would be the one to do all the talking since she was in complete control of the situation, but he wasn’t entirely correct at the mater.

“So what do you think? Do you have any questions?”

“Plenty.” David said rather shortly; no immediate pun intended considering he had now been reduced to a height of mere inches, where before he had at least a few feet on him, at least five and a bit.

“Well ask then,” Melanie said with a pleasant smile, leaning a bit closer to him. Even though her desk was higher than her bed, David still had to look pretty far up to talk to her. It wasn’t entirely because he was at a rather miniaturized height, but she was also a fairly tall girl regularly. He remembered that she was taller than him usually anyway, and now even more so.

For a rather long time David had been talking to Melanie about the contents of his book and about the community that it was specifically geared towards, so she was not unfamiliar with the subject; yet actually finding himself in the situation in which he described through instant messaging was quite an experience that gave him multiple emotions. He didn’t really know how he should feel.

He tried nonetheless. First, he was thrilled; he had always wanted something similar. That was the whole point of his book and the community at large in general. Second he was a little scared, because it actually happened, and unlike in his book he couldn’t control what was going to happen. The momentous question of the moment came to him. “How?” Was the general rendition of that question.

Melanie had been expecting that question first, or at least second. She was mostly prepared.

“Well it was pretty tricky at first, honestly.” Melanie began, she pulled her shoulders up and looked around the room as she continued. “ I’ve been trying to work it out for a while now. You see I found this book,” She leaned over David and took a book from the shelf on top of the desk. David, being where he was, was afforded a near miss by Melanie’s chest which came into view and filled his world momentarily before she sat back down. Events like that would soon become common, to David, and he would eventually get used to them, but for now it had been an exhilarating, if not short, experience.

“And it has been teaching me things.” Melanie flourished the book in front of David. He looked at the book and was rather unsurprised to see that it was rather old looking, pretty stereotypical really. The cover was thick and black, made of some kind of rough cloth he was assuming, there was a golden padlock on one end that kept the volume shut when not in use. Melanie must have not had it locked, for she opened it easily enough.

The pages inside looked ancient, aged and crinkled with lots of strange symbols. “See, I can’t necessarily read this, so I started keeping notes and teaching myself everything.” She pulled out a small notepad about the size of David’s old wallet filled with scribblings of her own. “It was sort of like a really huge project. I would read whatever it was that was in the book, figure out how to say it, and then figure out what it meant. I’m not entirely sure on most things, but there are a few things I’ve gotten down really well.” Melanie put the notepad down on the desk next to a binder that looked like it too contained a huge volume of notes as well.

“Like shrinking things?” David was puzzled but acutely interested in what he was hearing. This meant magic was in fact real, completely. The idea that he was standing atop Melanie’s computer desk looking up at her as she towered over him while he was standing and she was sitting didn’t affect the matter as such. His brain was starting to hurt, too many words.

“Well, people mostly, but yes.”

“Wait does that mean you’ve shrunken other people?” David wondered if she had been experimenting on people, and had a box full of people somewhere out of idle curiosity. Immediately he started thinking of some stories he had read before.

“Not necessarily. But I don’t have them any more if I did, so I will say that I didn’t and you will probably not believe me. But in any case, that is not important at the moment.” She smiled sweetly at him. David was skeptical, but given the current state of affairs, he didn’t really have any room to doubt her, and he certainly didn’t want to upset her. Although it wasn’t like he didn’t trust her anyway, he liked her a lot, in many ways, so of course he would. Emotional attraction is just as powerful as physical attraction, in some senses; which David was indeed very akin to.

“Hmmm… I dunno if that is scary or not.”

“Don’t worry David,” She said with a reassuring voice, “I wouldn’t hurt you, ever. You’re my best friend.” Melanie grinned a really big grin that David couldn’t help but seemingly melt under, her emerald eyes and pearly white smile were like a blowtorch to a snowflake of worry. “Besides, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now and I wouldn’t be able to do magic if it weren’t for you in the first place telling me about the whole giantess thing.” She paused for a moment, giving him time to reflect on this statement. “So, what’s another question?”

He thought for a second. Best friend? Really? Wow. “Umm…” David began apprehensively, “Can you change me back?”

Melanie looked at him for a second before answering, “Do you want to be changed back?” Her tone of voice had changed in pitch ever so slightly as to emit a different emotion entirely, it sounded hurt.

“No! I’m not saying that!” David said, instantly attempting to recover from accidentally sounding worse than he meant, “I just meant, is this permanent?” He held his hands out in what he would hope was a physically apparent meaningful way.

“Well,” Melanie said, she leaned back slightly and looked up, “There is a lot to this magic thing, there is a lot more power than just the ability to shrink something…” She trailed off momentarily before looking back down at David and continuing pleasantly, “But I haven’t quite figured out that part yet. I’m sure it is just all in the way I say it, I mean… I have been able to do things with other things by making mistakes, learning what those mistakes do and repeating them. It’s pretty cool, actually. It’s magic! Magic is magic!” She sounded as excited as David felt. “I’m sure I can do anything I want, really. I just have to learn how. And don’t even ask where I got the book, I won’t tell you.” She stuck out her tongue cutely.

David chuckled. “Alright, I won’t ask. This is pretty neat.” He said, looking down from her gaze. It took him a moment to realize he had been absentmindedly gazing at her chest, before he hastily returned his eyes to her face and asked his next question. “What do you mean, other things?” David was a little more than curious now. Of course he was skeptical, but it’s hard to be skeptical about something you don’t think is real when you’re staring at it in the face. He had always loved magic, and discovering its existence, rather first hand, was a very surreal experience.

“Well I would be happy to show you some time, but I can’t do a whole lot but I’ve figured out a way of studying the little magic book that seems to work out pretty well. So I’m sure to learn some pretty neat things here soon! If I keep learning, that is.” Melanie answered excitedly; David too was impressed although he did want to see more of these ‘cool things’.

When Melanie and David had been sitting in silence for a few moments David decided to ask another question that had been drawing at his imagination for a while. “So one last question for now, I guess.”

“Okay shoot.” She said quickly, giving a slight bounce to her shoulders.

“Why did you shrink me?” Their eyes met again, this time David was determined to outstare her; he found it really difficult. Melanie pursed her lips off to the side of her mouth and stared down at him, such a gaze was hard to remain resolute under, but he attempted to weather its weight as best as his little semi-frozen water droplet could.

“Well, I guess… Why not?” Melanie appeared to have a short internal debate and answered herself aloud. “We had been talking about your book and what it would be like to be shrunken or a giantess, so since I had the ability I decided to try it out. No real harm in that, is there?” She was still looking at him, even though his eyes were a little difficult to make out at their distance.

Then she added “And well, I was rather interested in some of the other aspects of your book and I wanted to test some things out, you know, for the experience. You seemed to really like the idea of being a shrunken little guy in the hands of a pretty girl, and I think I am a pretty girl, and I like the idea of having a shrunken little guy… So… Perfect match, right?” She beamed happily at her sound logic.

It truly was undeniable logic. He couldn’t hold her gaze any longer, he blinked and looked away momentarily, giving what she said some thought. Ideas raced through his mind as he tried to decipher her last cryptic comment. “That could be interesting… What did you have in mind, Melanie?”

“Well…” Melanie was cut off by a faint rumbling emanating from deep within her stomach. She gave David a lazy grin. “Well you’re still a person, David, and you’re my friend, so I wouldn’t want to do anything to or with you without your permission. So it’s up to you too, sometimes.” He didn’t comment on her stomach, but he heard it, even from where he was standing.

David’s eyebrow raised, “Sometimes?”

Melanie grinned again, “Of course! I’m a lot bigger than you aren’t I?” She looked a little more than malevolent for a moment, but David paid no attention. “There is plenty that I could do to you with or without your consent,” She seemed to think about this a moment and let it sink into David’s mind, “But I’m no monster, you know that.”

“Of course I do; I was just curious as to what you had in mind, was all.”

“Well,” This time Melanie looked away, she blushed slightly having to admit something like this, probably not much unlike how David felt when he first introduced her, however she didn’t have the luxury of hiding behind two computer monitors and a great length of internet. “Everything in your book.”

“Everything?” David asked, with a mild hint of wide eyed interest.

“More or less. The way you talked about it, the way you described it, it was all so romantic, in my opinion.” Melanie sighed. “I just want to try it all.”

David had been an author for some time, and had a great many works of literature under his belt. He had written about aliens and great space battles, he had a few kingdoms and dragon fights behind him, he even had a romance novel hidden somewhere in the recesses of his artistic history. His most recent foray however had been to writing a giantess novel. Having a great number of fully fleshed out plots and mysteries and what not, he wanted to have fun in a story and just write something without any of that whole ‘plot bit’ at all. So he wrote about a girl who used magic to not only shrink herself from time to time, but other people, and things.

David hazarded the guess. “Even vore?”

“Mostly.” She was looking intently at her speaker, as though she had never seen it before. This was the first time David had ever thought of her as anything less than a stoic pillar of marble that radiates self-confidence. Could she have possibly been a little shy about the subject? No, that wasn’t possible.

“Oh.” David said, he wondered if she had meant anything else too, but still, that had been a pretty interesting bit of information to learn. “You weren’t…” He hesitated, “You know…” She looked back at him, watching him rub his neck. “Going to eat me, were you?”

Without hesitation Melanie held up her hand in what she had hoped would be a reassuring way, “Oh no, I mean.” She hesitated herself this time. “I meant other people.” She paused for a moment, possibly thinking about what to say. “And letting you watch, if you wanted.” She added after, in a lower voice.

David didn’t know what to say to that. This couldn’t possibly be happening, could it? Melanie was a stunningly beautiful and an incredibly attractive girl, she had everyone swooning over her since people got to that age. She was well endowed and took great care to maintain her body in a healthy way. The way she usually dressed didn’t hide the fact that she loved the attention all the boys gave her, she stretched the dress code to the breaking point and beyond (and was eventually left alone after people couldn’t get her to follow it). Not only was she all of these things and more, she had shrunken him, something he had always dreamed about. Again not only that but he was sitting there, talking to this pretty girl, and she was talking about wanting to eat people, and let him watch! This was almost too much for him to take. He needed to sit down.

“I dunno what to say…”

Melanie darkened a bit, “I hope I didn’t offend you.” She said sheepish.

“Oh no,” David noticed only too late how awful he had sounded. “It’s not that, I think it is wonderful. I just don’t know what to say, is all. It’s a very different thing, actually doing that in real life.” He thought about it realistically, but he tried not to. Other people were people, and what she had suggested would be killing them, but he tried not to think about it. Murder.

“Well… Yeah.” She brightened up a bit, “But there’s plenty of other giantess things I can do, after all, I am your giantess! If you want me to be.” She added.

“Of course I do. And I can be your little pet.” He thought a moment, and added “Or friend, little friend. I prefer that, actually.” Melanie giggled.

“Yes, sorry. My little friend.” She held out her hand to David, and he looked at its complexion. Her skin looked flawless and powerful, yet thin and petite. All the words he could use to describe it would be contradictory to themselves and each other, he thought. “Of course, I think little pet is so adorable.”

David stepped up and onto her palm and she rose it to eye level and looked at him more closely. Her huge eyes were pools of green refractions as light shown almost through them creating fascinating patterns and designs not easily seen unless incredibly close. David’s size gave him ample room to scrutinize anything and see everything that usually went unseen by most people. She suddenly blew on him a sweet warm breath that ruffled his hair and made his eyes water slightly. She grinned again and looked behind him at her clock.

“Well it is getting late, and we should probably get to bed. I dunno about you but I have been awake since early this morning,” Melanie always got up early in the morning David remembered. She was always fast asleep in the evenings too, she told him once she never had trouble falling asleep, staying asleep, or any of that. He had trouble, always. “Perhaps you could give me some tips on being a giantess tomorrow if I don’t beat you to them, okay?”

“Alright.” David said bemusedly.

“You can sleep on my desk tonight, I laid a shirt out for you that should be soft enough. Just don’t go and get lost or hurt yourself now.” Melanie said while lowering him to the small field.

“Okie dokie.” He stepped off her hand and onto the field, it was made of the softest material he had ever felt before. Melanie got up and disappeared behind the desk and then disappeared into her bathroom. A few moments later David saw her reemerge with her clothes in one hand sporting a set of light pink well fitted pajamas, top and bottom.

She deposited her clothes into a hamper on her way to her bed and climbed into it, pulling her blankets over her. A few moments later with one final stretch she said “Goodnight,” and turned out the light. David heard her rustling about in her bed, he waited for it to quiet before adding faintly, “Goodnight.”

David could hear her breathing in the distance, since the light had gone his eyesight had too, but it was slowly returning with the night vision he was so proud of. He wondered how well she would sleep, knowing she wasn’t alone in her room; if that would even affect her; whether or not she was asleep already. All he knew himself was the rhythmic sound of her breath was slowly making him drowsy. After setting things straight in his mind, he slowly fell into slumber himself.

Chapter Two

Breakfast

Melanie blinked her eyes open and gave a halfhearted yawn before rising out of bed like an ancient slumbering giant, her form brightened by the morning sun that was just beginning to come over the rim of her basement window. David had already been mildly awake, the room was bright and he had heard rustling sounds coming from Melanie’s bed, obviously the body coming alive again after a deep sleep.

He opened his eyes to see an absolutely epic sight, one that might have inspired poems or even religions as she sat up; the sheet she had covered herself with throughout the night rolled over her like a wave spilling onto the bed. She opened her mouth wide in a full-fledged yawn that caused her face to contort and her eyes to shut tight; affording him a great view of the ribbed roof of her mouth as light shone into it. The spit within sparkled like pillars of diamond as it stretched too and fro inside her maw. Melanie stretched her arms high into the air, lifting her shirt over her covers daintily. She tensed her whole body in the way one does when first waking up. She concluded by lowering her arms, shutting her mouth with a yawning snap, and blinked a few times.

“Good morning!” David called to her. Melanie seemed to take a moment looking around for the source of her name before her eyes drifted downward towards David, sitting there just below her on the shirt she placed him on the night before. She couldn’t help but smile as the memories of the previous day came flooding back into her mind. She soon recalled the promises she made to him about letting him watch as she ate someone. It excited her momentarily, the thought did. And through her mind flashed a thousand ideas in an instant, she had to say something.

“Good morning yourself, little friend.” she said as she leaned down and lightly plucked him up between her fingers gently before she dropped him onto her palm. David would eventually grow used to the unannounced physical contact as Melanie took charge of the situation. It was still jarring the first time, and this time as well.

Melanie held David in her palm as she stared at him, as if trying to cement every detail of him into her memory. She chuckled and tossed off the rest of her covers and spun until her feet hung off of the bed. She lowered them onto the floor with a soft thud as they touched the carpeted flooring.

“Ready for the start of a brand new day? Or, life? If I might say.” Melanie asked him with a smirk as she stepped into her attached bathroom.

“I’m ready for whatever you have planned, Melanie” David said truthfully. He was more than excited for the fairytale he was promised and was about to live through.

“Good,” She said shortly, “then the first thing I’m going to do today is brush my teeth,” she added and without further discussion she opened her mouth wide and tossed little David inside, his body soared between her deadly teeth. He landed with a squishy sound on her tongue. He slid along its soft, yet rough surface until he was almost in her throat. Again, he thought, contradictions.

David half expected to tumble over the edge but Melanie made her tongue cup around him. She pressed him up into the roof of her mouth momentarily letting him sit between her tonsils as to let him stare down her throat before she pushed him back toward the front.

“Uh uh, ew an o go ove us e,” she said, her voice like inaudible thunder claps around David that shook him to the bone. It was hard for her to speak with her mouth full. She didn’t want to hurt or swallow him after-all.

David’s body was already coated with Melanie’s spit, he had to wipe some out of his eyes to see the outside world, much of it stretched from his head to his arm before snapping. What he saw was best described as awesome. The bathroom before him was framed by her teeth and lips, giving the view the look of a framed picture. Looking toward the edges of the moving world he got a sight of something that few people would ever see but wish they would have; the sight of a smile from inside the mouth.

David gazed around at Melanie’s mouth, taking in the general atmosphere. She was breathing through her mouth, it being wide open and everything; meaning there was a very powerful current moving through the air. David would feel a massive intake of air as she breathed in, the rushing of the wind rustling his hair cooling him down as it threatened to dry Melanie’s copious amounts of thick saliva on his face. Then, after a momentary reprise, he would be blasted the other direction with a much warmer less pleasant smelling wind. Less not to say it still wasn’t pleasing, and the roaring sound was a little louder on the exhale he noticed.

“Woah,” David muttered under his breath. Melanie’s movements caused him to start sliding around her tongue even as he tried to steady himself. He couldn’t quite get any traction due to the thick slime that coated everything, but he tried nonetheless. Melanie’s meaty tongue was a texture unlike any he could have expected and each and every little bump or ridge was incredible.

Melanie had to aid David mostly and he soon realized just how vulnerable he really was. If she didn’t stop him, he gathered, he would simply slide off the back of her tongue and got swallowed down into her belly, which chose that moment to let out a loud growl. It echoed up the length of her esophagus. “Okay, that’s kind of scary,” he whispered, hoping his voice didn’t carry. It didn’t, it couldn’t have been heard over Melanie’s breathing anyway, and she made no response as she kept moving around, collecting things.

Eventually Melanie looked over towards a mirror and opened her mouth wider to allow David to view the situation. To her it was awesome. The feeling was like a light tickle on her tongue. The taste of cloth and salty meat to accompany it as her spit washed over David carrying his flavor everywhere around her tongue.

To David, however, the view was actually slightly scary. It looked to him like he was right under her teeth and at any moment she could choose to let them drop creating a bloody mess of bones and flesh that she could have just gulped down without a thought or care in the world. Of course this was Melanie, though. She cared about him, or at least she said she did. He hoped she did.

“Heh, just wish I wasn’t so excited by this,” David said, his voice on the edge Melanie’s ability to hear, she filled in the holes and mentally smiled to herself, her lip muscles being a little tied up at the moment. As it was she was still gawping with her mouth open wide as she reached forward, turned on the water faucet and grabbed a toothbrush from the cup beside the faucet. As water poured over the basin and splashed about merrily before being sucked down the hungry drain, she expertly moved her hands and utensils about and covered her brush with a layer of minty green paste. She passed it under the running water.

Without warning, her tongue moved. David was pressed into the roof of her mouth forcefully. He could feel the ribs of her mouth pressing down on him as her tongue pressed up on him. He heard a tremendous swallowing sound and immediately thought she was gulping him down. Moments later he splattered on her tongue as she let him fall. He looked around, breathing a little hard, and noticed most of her saliva had gone.

Melanie chuckled as she saw the look on his face. She held the toothbrush up to her mouth, letting David get a good look at it, before she plunged it inside with him closing her lips around it and sealing him in total darkness.

Cast into darkness for the first time, David was actually afraid. A thousand things could go wrong from this point he imagined. What if she pushed him between her teeth? What if she rubbed him with the brush too hard or accidentally bumped the back of her mouth and swallowed? All these things could happen and he would vanish down her throat, with no one ever knowing what had become of him. And that knowledge excited him in ways he hadn’t thought possible as he felt the bubbles mix in with her saliva as she began to scrub.

The toothpaste quickly became a sea of froth as it was rubbed more and more viciously against Melanie’s beautiful teeth. The sound was all encompassing and the world was becoming very full. Her teeth were still clenched, but he knew that wouldn’t last.

He could suddenly see again.  He looked toward the light as Melanie opened her mouth once again with the intent on getting inside her jaw. Shadows passed over the glowing lines of light as they fought through the frothy bubbles and strands of slime that connected every part of her mouth. She was still chuckling to herself as her teeth parted. David saw the toothbrush again, the head of it coated with white foam. It slipped over her teeth with a gentle spray of liquids that forced David to shield his eyes, and finally the world began to move. It was inside with him, roughly rubbing around the huge molars and the gums that encapsulated their roots. The scraping sound was deafeningly loud and the way her tongue moved was throwing him about all over the place. He struggled to regain his footing and protect himself, but once, then twice, then three times he was nearly impaled by the brush as it moved erratically.

Melanie shifted over to the other side of her mouth, nearly all the world had become a pool of liquid and froth, it was nearly impossible to see, let alone breathe. David had to get out, despite the joy it was in there, if that could be used to describe it.

“Melanie!” he shouted in a distressed tone of voice that was nearly lost in the roaring of the brush and the force of her breath. The brushing suddenly stopped, freezing where it was as the world suddenly became nearly still; the only movement now was the dripping of saliva and foam and the constant explosion of bubbles everywhere. She had heard him and figured she was being too rough on him. She withdrew her brush hurriedly and ran it under water a brief second of time to clean it off.

David could hear something like a waterfall striking stone as he heard before; the sound died away leaving only the sound of the drain. Looking outward again through her lips he saw them close around a cup.

As Melanie took the cup of water to her lips she drained it into her and began to swish. Everything became chaos again as David was hit with a freezing flash flood that carried him off his feet and into everywhere all at once. The pulled him back towards her open throat and threw him this way and that. He was violently jerked side to side as the water strained between her teeth instantly heating up. The crystal clear liquid quickly became like a runny foam, as though it were a thin cream of a fine milk or melted ice cream. He slammed into her teeth over and over again.

David couldn’t even scream now. His lungs were burning from the lack of air and all he could do was ineffectually pound against Melanie’s molars or her incisors. God it was exciting! But David could hardly wallow in the ecstasy as his life seemed to be in danger. All of those sensations were rushing at him a mile a minute, surrounding him with warmth and scent. He must have drank well over a gallon of the liquid and he was sure his lungs were no longer dry.

He loved it. Except the part about not being able to breathe, liquid filled his lungs and his eyes were burning. He wondered how long Melanie was going to force him to go through this; whether or if she realized how much smaller his lungs were than hers. He soon forgot all about his questions as the water suddenly shot forward and drained through tightly clenched teeth as she spat into the sink, keeping him in her rapidly draining mouth.

When David could eventually breathe again he took deep gulps of warm air choking and sputtering. He swallowed loads of saliva as Melanie’s mouth tilted backwards again; her tongue holding him in the front of her mouth. Melanie’s breath washed over him, causing the gasps to be full of air that had been within her. It smelled sweet but wasn’t very filling in the oxygenated department. After a moment’s reprise she leaned forward again and let her jaw fall open allowing him to drop out of her mouth. He landed with a wet splat on her outstretched palm, just a few trails of slime following him. When she closed her mouth again she broke the bonds and asked him meaningfully,

“David? You okay?” For some unknown reason as he lay there coughing out some of the liquid concoction of saliva, water, and toothpaste, Melanie’s concern for him, merely a tiny bug in her hand, struck a chord deep inside of David. He found himself laughing hysterically, unable to contain himself. Through bouts of coughing, constantly spitting up buckets of Melanie’s water, it made her even more concerned for him. Eventually she smacked him across the side of his back as lightly as she could with her pinky. She knocked him onto his front and made him moan slightly, his hysterics came to a stop.

“David!” she cried to him, and he laid there for a long moment, and coughed again. He was still as an inanimate thick wooden soggy nail on her palm, collecting the thoughts in his head around as the stars that filled his mind whirled about him. She thumped him a few more times cautiously on his back, it apparently helped clear out his lungs greatly as he threw up the rest of the liquid. It was a full minute before he groaned again and rolled over onto his back. He sat up looking rather dazed, he chanced a gaze up at Melanie whose expression seemed very concerned.

“I’m okay Melanie, I’m okay,” he assured her, he coughed a bit more. He then smiled up at her in what he thought was assurance to which he got a nervous chuckle from her as she moved a stray hair out of her face with her free hand. She looked away from him momentarily, before she addressed him again.

“David, don’t you scare me like that. I thought I’d really hurt you,” she said as she let out a sigh of relief. She kind of had, but he wouldn’t tell her that. She lightly set David down on the bathroom counter. She then reached over him and tore off a sheet of toilet paper from a thinning roll. He took it gratefully from her and began to dry himself. David tore off a few pieces of it and rubbed himself down with the coarse, fibrous material. He was actually able to feel as it pulled the water off his body drop by drop, until finally he was dry of all wet substances; or at least as best as he could. Perhaps it was his imagination, but his size afforded him a keen insight to how they worked, the fibers of the paper in his hands. He marveled for a moment before he was caught off guard by Melanie’s next comment.

“Well, that was quite an exciting thing, wasn’t it?” She asked, he hurriedly returned her gaze and nodded happily; finally he regained his composure and grinned up at her. “What say you about some breakfast?” Melanie continued, “I bet you’re just dying to see and hear me swallow down some mushy food,” she said in a rather alluring tone. Her complexion on her face changed as she teased him lightly. Whether or not she noticed it, she was being very provocative. “And eventually living people.” She mused hastily. After a moment’s thought and consideration she added “And then maybe I could let you listen to my belly as it digests it all, if you would like.” she teased him relentlessly. She definitely was trying to be sexy. It worked.

David looked around sheepishly as her belly let out a low insidious growl as it protested its empty state. David chuckled and found that he too was quite hungry as he hadn’t eaten for a great many hours and he just spent the last few minutes throwing up.

“Alright.” He paused a moment as though considering his options. The great multitude of ‘Yes,’ and ‘Sure,’ puzzled him. He decided, “Let’s go find something to eat,” he told her.

Melanie smiled and held her hand just above the counter invitingly for him to get on. Smiling as he boarded her outstretched palm she raised her hand up to her chest. She curled her fingers lightly as she relaxed her hand muscles and looked away from David. He marveled again at her face as he saw the inherent beauty in its structure. Her jaw was the perfect shape and connected her head to her neck neatly in a smooth gentle slope; he could see her muscles underneath her skin, they looked monstrous. Her throat was very near her skin and he could easily tell its shape and all the contours of it by merely looking at the stationary bulge protruding from her lightly tanned skin. It would soon be transporting food in great thunderous volumes down into her magnificent body.

*  *  *

With David quietly sitting in her palm and Melanie not ready to venture outside her home just yet she decided to cook up some food for the both of them. “Could you ride in my pocket for a bit?” She asked him, not looking down to him until after she was finished with her question. He nodded approval and she grinned. She raised her hand with David and slipped him into her breast pocket; the fabric was unbelievable. She patted it lightly, and David could hardly describe it. The warm skin of her chest was just on the other side of a few millimeters of the softest pink cloth he had ever felt, and the gentle slope of her breast gave him a soft yet supportive surface to lie upon. He gingerly moved around as to not cause much fuss, and laid upon it. It was magical.

Melanie couldn’t help but keep grinning. She noticed to herself she had been grinning or laughing a lot lately, chuckling or giggling. She usually wasn’t like that, but she assumed it was her new found power that came over her; a sense of authority that she just wasn’t used to. Sure she was a rather forward and dominant girl, but even so, she had absolute control over absolutely everything. It was all… Well… Pretty absolute.

The idea was so absurd to her she just found it humorous, and David always seemed to put her into that sort of mood, even before she shrunk him. He was just too cute, trying to interact with a world entirely too big for him, metaphorically speaking. Even before she shrank him the fact she stood almost a foot taller than him put them in a socially backwards situation and she had wondered just how much of his stories were inspired by her.

“What to cook…” Melanie said to herself lightly as she drummed her fingers on her hip; she shifted her weight heavily as she stood there, her other hand on the counter. Melanie had always been a good cook, but she was always second guessing herself. The great multitude of things she knew how to cook often times made it rather difficult in deciding something simple, like what to have for breakfast. She could use the stove and come up with a dozen or two warm things, or possible a few different cold dishes. She didn’t want to work too hard, but didn’t quite feel up to being cooled off. She decided in a heap of sudden brilliance to start cooking some eggs and bacon, something she would sing about a lot in her randomness. She felt David move against her breast again. She liked that feeling, but it distracted her from her task.

Being extra careful she grabbed a pan from below the counter and placed it on the stove as she simultaneously turned it on. She went to the fridge and took out a tub of butter, a carton of eggs, a carton of milk, and a bag of bacon. She balanced everything carefully against her stomach and, moving rather expertly, she shut the fridge with her foot while propelling herself to the other side of the small kitchen. She placed everything lightly onto the counter and sorted them appropriately.

She began preparing her breakfast. Taking out three eggs from the carton and four strips of bacon from the bag, she began to place things around. Melanie placed the bacon onto the pan and they instantly began to sizzle loudly. David couldn’t help but take notice at this, and raised his head from his soft pseudo pillow.

“Bacon?” He asked loudly as to compensate for the even louder sizzle.

“And eggs! I hope you don’t mind.” She said sweetly.

“Not at all, not at all.” A moment passed before he added, “I may be starved, but I’m sure a few thousand of my stomachs could fit inside yours.” He pictured this, resisting a slight shudder before continuing with his thought. “You’re not making any extra are you?”

Melanie’s stoic face of the kitchen mistress remained solid, “No, I figured that.”

“Okay,” He laid his head back down, and lightly touched the warm fabric of her shirt with his hand and slid it about slightly in an attempt to feel her body beneath the fabric. Melanie probably didn’t notice his touch, or, if she did, she didn’t say anything. She did actually, and she didn’t say anything about it.

She took out some butter on a knife she had grabbed, and put the butter in edge of the pan. With a final pop she pulled off the strips of now crisp bacon and laid them in a cross hatch fashion on her plate. She then turned the stove temperature to a new setting and began cracking eggs.

Silently to herself she hummed her bacon song that went something like this. ‘Eggs bacon cheese and ham, cheese and ham.’ Over and over again. Lacking the cheese or ham, she grimaced sourly but kept on humming anyway. Her mind was always scattered everywhere all at once; if someone were to read it, they would probably wind up with a massive migraine and a very bad desire to down a glass of strong Russian vodka.

Melanie pulled up a chair and decided to sit, without making a sound. She idly stirred the eggs, adding a powdery thing here or there, waiting for the eggs to become less runny. She eventually turned the stove off and removed the pan. She pulled out a single glass into which she poured some orange juice. After another moment she put her extra cooking knife into the sink and dished out the contents of the pan onto her plate. She ended up creating a mountain of eggs to the side of the cross hatch bacon field. She placed the last dishes into the sink and began washing them. The sound of running water began to pang on David’s ears, he wondered just how much longer it would take; attempting to not become impatient.

It wasn’t too long though. Melanie finished and took her plate, fork in hand, and placed them on the table. “Finished,” She said sweetly before she looked down at David once again. He returned her gaze gratefully and got up rather unsteadily against the supportive flesh of Melanie’s breast.

“Sounded like quite a rumpus out there.” David Replied. He held up his hands and her fingers appeared over the edge of the pocket. She brought her fingers down into the pocket and Melanie wrapped them around him loosely. It amazed David just how little weight he actually had now. He was going to ask a question about the breakfast she had made but David’s thought pattern was cut off as Melanie’s hand pulled him from her pocket and he got a full view of the table. A massive mountain of eggs about three times taller than he was alongside a field of bacon lined her plate; an awe inspiring sight for such a girl. Ignoring the fact she was so much larger than him, it was still impressive. She was such a skinny girl, you wouldn’t expect it. Her metabolism was actually quite extreme.

Melanie sat David on the edge of her plate, nearest to her body. He decided to sit down right there. “Oh,” Melanie said, “Right I almost forgot, here…” Melanie handed David a broken toothpick, at least it seemed, and then laid the rest of the pieces beside him. “So you don’t have to pretend to be a caveman in front of a girl,” She smiled. He had a haunting suspicion, although not in a bad way, that she didn’t mind if he dirtied himself up a bit in her food; yet again he decided not to chance anything by acting out.

“Thanks.” David said as he returned the smile. He used his new utensils to pick at the mountain cliff beside him and cut apart the pieces he had gotten from it. The single brick of gelatin, as it appeared, was thick and spongy; it had a faint smell to it and was yellow and white laced. He bit into it, it tasted normal enough.

Seeing her pet now working at her food, Melanie grabbed her fork and looked at the plate. She decided to herself, it would have been most polite to start eating away from David and slowly work her way across the place towards him. She made a mental note to watch his progress and compare it to her own, that seemed like a fun little idea to her. She impaled the mountain with her fork and dug out a huge piece of it, bits of egg raining down over her plate as she moved the mass.

           David continued to eat Melanie’s eggs as she started on them as well. He watched absent mindedly as she carried the mount of eggs from the opposite side of her plate to her mouth. He then turned more attention to her, watching her more intently as she brought the utensil up to her lips. With rather grand curiosity he watched as her lips parted and she slipped the mound into her mouth, sealing its fate with her lips.

Melanie wasn’t paying any attention to him and began to chew with her mouth wide enough to allow all the world to see and hear what was going on within. This was normal and it was one of David’s most favourite things about Melanie. She always, no matter what, chewed with her mouth open. It didn’t matter what it was, even if it was juicy and full of liquid. Sure she looked up a bit, but she did tend to dribble on occasion.

Melanie’s jaw worked through the shipment of food like it was nothing, her teeth seared through it and her molars crushed it beyond recognition. The air was full of the wet smacking sounds as mastication, all the while her tongue would move the mass around her mouth with decidedly wet mushy noises. Her saliva mixed with the eggs and strange new substances formed in her mouth, David watched as they stretched too and fro within her. His favourite bits were when her tongue would tip the entire mess in her mouth onto her other set of molars. The bright meaty pink of her perfectly shaped and agile tongue was in great contrast to the yellowy mess of chewed up eggs.

After a few seconds of chewing feverishly she swallowed. Her lips sealed the mass of yellow mess and her neck strained in perfect motion. David watched in awe as a mass of food that had been so much larger than him passed through her throat and into her body cavity. Her lips parted slightly as she looked down at David who went about finishing his portion quickly. She smiled, only just then remembering what they had talked about earlier and finally taking a slight realization that her chewing did indeed make quite a sound.

Melanie was an exhibitionist at heart. She loved to know that other people were watching her, and she loved drawing attention to herself. She dressed, talked, and acted in ways that drew the most attention. She was always in the spotlight. For example, she didn’t just chew with her mouth open a little, like she was too lazy to seal her lips. No, she chewed voraciously, purposefully loudly, and always in a way that fit her mood and environment. She chewed as though she wanted the whole world to know what was going on in her mouth. And she did, really. She didn’t care if it was disgust, so long as it was attention. Still, lots of guys could never turn their eyes away from her despite looking horrified. The way David looked at her though was new, and she wanted more of it.

Melanie grinned at him while drawing more eggs towards her. A repetition of Melanie’s eating happened again and again. She would dig out a huge chunk of eggs, bring it into her mouth, and chew it into a fine paste before swallowing it loudly. Eventually after a long while of watching Melanie’s mouth destroying everything David was done and laid down on the plate contentedly watching as Melanie finished of her last bit of rather crunchy bacon; David opted out of any for himself. Melanie would bring a piece to her lips and her teeth would smash through the strip, splintering it and spraying bits everywhere. She swallowed the last bit of crunchy bacon and went for her drink.

“Hey David,” she said, addressing him finally. “Are you thirsty?” Melanie asked airily.

“Yeah,” he replied shortly; interested to see where this was going.

Melanie got yet another grin from him as she daintily picked him up between her thin fingers and brought him to the rim of her glass of orange juice. She lowered him into it and allowed him to slip off her hand. David was never a good swimmer, but he found the orange juice helped him float for some reason. It had the same consistence of water, so he was a little mystified to find himself floating without much effort. Still, he spluttered a bit as the cold shock of the liquid splashed over his head as he submerged. He kicked and surfaced, throwing juice everywhere. He looked back up at Melanie with stinging eyes.

“Go ahead and take your drink, David. I’m going to finish off the glass while you’re in it.” She smiled and hurriedly added, “Don’t worry, I won’t swallow you, I promise.” What could he do? He had to trust her.

Melanie brought the glass to her lips and began to tilt it slowly. David watched as her large puffy lips connected with the glass and spread out, flattening the crevices that gave her lips their beautiful texture. As she tipped her glass the liquid splashed over them, the citrus instantly reacting with her glands. David almost panicked but remembered that he could trust Melanie with his life, so he did. Although he would like to stay out of her mouth for as long as possible in an attempt to minimize there being any chance of accidents possibly happening. He tried to accomplish that goal, however inevitable it seemed to be, by back peddling as hard as he could away from her.

The liquid in the glass began to drain into her mouth more and more, flowing past her lips in a torrent. David could see clear back into her mouth due to the light refracting through the glass of the cup. It outlined every little detail of her throat to him, and he watched as shadows cast dark shapes where little bits of flesh protruded out from the walls. A loud boom reverberated through the juice and he shuddered. The lake in front of him disappeared alarmingly. Melanie’s throat lurched deep in the back of her mouth, temporarily becoming blocked from sight before opening up again.

Her swallow was followed by another, then another, until they were a continuous series of gulps. With each swallow she tilted the glass a bit more, and tilted her head a bit too. She was swallowing hundreds of gallons of juice with every gulp and it seemed to be no trouble at all. David was now swimming against a stream of juice he couldn’t fight. It took most of his strength to just stay above the juicy surface, which in itself was rather difficult. Many times he found himself pulled under by the torrent and he repeatedly burst through the surface sputtering again and again.

Eventually David noticed a darker shadow fall upon him and saw above him the lip of Melanie in its entire splendor. It didn’t take long after that realization that he was pulled into her mouth with the rest of the liquid. The glass disappeared as her lips sealed in front of him. He waited for the resonating boom, but it didn’t come. The juice just sloshed about noisily as though she were a whale in a Disney movie.

David’s eyes adjusted to the darkness very quickly, allowing him to see everything around him in great and scary detail. Melanie was holding quite still while David admired her from within. He slowly made out the shapes of her teeth all around him, and the ribbed roof of her mouth. Having been in it earlier, it was all so familiar. The juice was occupying about half the volume of her cavernous mouth and was lapping against the top teeth gently. It didn’t occur to him how he could see in the complete absence of light until much later.

David knew Melanie must have felt him, for she was not moving an inch. Then suddenly a massive monster broke the surface of the liquid. It her tongue. With incredible speed and majesty it reached out into the humid air and came down and slammed into David like a huge wet living wrestling mat. It pushed David underneath of it for the final pin. He instinctively took in a breath as he saw it coming, which he was terminally grateful for. When he felt the tongue above him, and the floor of her mouth beneath him, he heard the loudest noise he had ever heard up to that point, she had swallowed again, sending vibrations all through him. It seemed as though the gulping sound came from within him, it was all around him. Sound traveling better through liquid and the solid mass of her tongue, he heard it in almost high definition quality. As if real life wasn’t high definition enough.

Instantly the liquid was drained from around him, and her tongue moved with such speed as to fling him into the air and onto its surface that he was dazed by the action. He laid there, stunned.

David took in a breath, and stared at the roof of her mouth in wonder. They had only been together for a day and awake for only a few hours and twice now he was left breathless staring at the underside of her mouth from within. “What a rush.” He said as he lay there as if he was stoned beyond comprehension; which in fact he kind of was. Melanie had that effect on people; leaving them breathless in many more ways than one.

Melanie was enjoying that feeling a lot, having David lying on her tongue. She decided she would clean up as David sat in her mouth. It didn’t take her long however, putting her plate into the sink, she snuck into the bathroom and opened her mouth in front of the mirror. She stuck her tongue out and extracted David from it. She closed her mouth and settled herself. She looked at David again and smiled as she spoke to him, “Have fun little guy?”

David was still rather speechless, but eventually found his voice and said rather faintly, “That was....” And he motioned with his whole body as he swayed backwards with open eyes in an attempt to add some kind of unknown weight to the word he had temporarily been unable to use.

“Yes, I can agree with you on that. I had no idea being a giantess would be so much fun!” She couldn’t help it, she smiled widely bearing all her teeth as she looked around in excitement. “I can only wait to do even more.” She eyed him as though a small girl would a new toy she had been begging for since she had first seen it a week before.

With that being said she grabbed another sheet of toilet paper and gave it to David who took it with reverence. While he was drying himself off again for the second time in as many hours she took him back downstairs to her room so she could get changed for the day. While on her way she contemplated what she would wear. Probably her favourite shirt and maybe a pair of jeans.

Melanie put her hand down on the bed and walked to her closet. David, having just finished drying himself off, watched Melanie with mild interest. She took out a shirt from the closet, looked at it, and exchanged it for another. The shirt she had chosen was one of her favourites. She then bent down and extracted a pair of light blue denim jeans from a drawer from below David’s range of sight.

After Melanie grabbed all the clothes she wanted to wear for the day, she took them in arm and stepped into another room, the bathroom. David watched as she shut the door and then waited. He heard some sounds coming from the other side of the door; there was some water, the sound of some rushing air and a few scrapings. He heard what sounded like some aerosol spray, and the door clicked again. Melanie stepped back in a few minutes later, fully dressed and ready for the day.

David scrutinized her carefully from head to toe, she stood still with her eyes locked on him as though awaiting appraisal. She had white ankle socks that clung like a second skin to her perfectly shaped and dainty feet, very tight blue skinny jeans with some discoloured wair and tear around the ankles, knees, and her hip, and a cut off green T-shirt that stuck to her skin tightly and left absolutely none of her curves to the imagination. In hand were her white tennis shoes, very stylish with black accents. The whole impression gave her an appeal that not only drew the eye’s attention, but also the imagination and nailed them both to the spot. Several inches, perhaps a foot or so, of tanned flesh was clearly visible between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants. Her well defined stomach had two deep lines on either side and a deep navel in the middle. It sloped out in all the right places before tightly curving around her sides. Even the slope of her hips was visible from David’s position.

It was plainly evident to all that she took very great care of her body. Her muscles were well defined but concealed ever so slightly by the contours of her body. Her stomach was thin and her arms and legs were very skinny. Her chest was equally well defined, bulging out from her body, wrapped tightly in her shirt, concealing the bra that held her magnificent breasts in an even more appealing shape, if such a thing were even possible. Her long brown hair was straight as a rail, light as a feather, and shiny as the ocean.

“Ready to go out?” She said. David was still sapped for energy but he absently nodded his head as she walked over to him. David couldn’t help but become mesmerized by the movement of her hips as she walked, her eyes still locked on him the entire way. She couldn’t help but notice their eyes weren’t connecting, but she was pleased to see his eyes were locked on her hips. She exaggerated a few steps to give David the best show, his eyes bulged.

When she was within arm’s reach she towered over him in an impossible fashion, perhaps she had walked closer to him than necessary, but David did not mind; he loved the view she gave him. In front of him two skinny pillars of denim stretched below his field of view, and up into the sky. The gap between her legs was extant as her legs connected to her torso. Every fiber of denim weaved expertly, defining her body in ways that made it far sexier than it had been earlier with her loose pajama pants. David was almost blown away by animal magnetism.

Melanie shifted her weight to one side and placed her hands on her hips, her long slender fingers drummed against her skin. David stretched his neck back as he looked up her impressive body. Past her crotch and across her stomach, his eyes finally rested on the underside of her breasts. Each definitely taller than him should he stand upon her body. Melanie’s head appeared over the edge and her hair cascaded around her. She smirked again. She loved feeling the power of completely dominating her little friend with her impressive six plus feet of height.

Melanie reached down and took him with her three fingers and brought him up to about chest height, David again watched the perfectly vertical landscape of her body pass him by. Upon standing up, she switched hands and deposited David in her other hand, leaving her dominant free for use. David admired her facial features again as she moved him about. She pursed her lips to one side for some reason, apparently having a thought. David didn’t ask what it was, but he did wonder. They were a beautiful shade of natural red and protruded from her face sexily. Behind them they concealed the mouth of heaven itself and the gateway to her paradise of body.

“Do you have any opinions about what you want to do today?” Melanie asked him. David craned his neck up to her face and leaned back on her palm.

“Well… As long as I am with you I will enjoy it, I bet. You are quite a lot of fun just to be around.”

I bet, she thought to herself. “And you’re fun to have around too.” She said aloud,  “Alright, let’s go find some people, shall we?”

“Yes!” David wanted to say, but didn’t. He just nodded and smiled again.

Given their unbelievable height differences and their different genders, it was hard to act nonchalantly towards one another, both of them thought. They weren’t dating and Melanie had never shown any interest in David in the first place, but nevertheless there was a little awkwardness in the air as David tried not to break certain private boundaries. Melanie also tried not to notice; but what they both would quickly find out is that at their sizes, there was no such thing as personal or private space, and they would soon have to get used to it.

David wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but he couldn’t wait to find out.

Good Hunting

Chapter Three

Melanie took them to her car. She held David close to her stomach, right above her bare navel, pressing him into it strongly as she got into the vehicle. David felt her soft flesh and the warmth within it, and couldn’t say it wasn’t a great place to be. The noise coming from inside of her stomach was really intense as the sound of rapidly digesting food filled his ears. Her skin vibrated slightly as her digestive tract did its worst to the food within it. David could only imagine what all must be happening inside of it just a few feet behind Melanie’s perfect skin, her stomach walls churning the cauldron of acid and eggs and bacon, all sloshing about with a mass of juice. She had ingested a great amount of food, even to a normal sized person, yet it seemed to be a normal amount to her. What he would soon realize is that Melanie had an iron stomach that could digest literally anything without any trouble at all, and it did so entirely leaving little to waste. It was one of her major secrets to keeping her figure the way she did, not only did she exercise, but she naturally absorbed food in a way that didn’t gain any weight, ever. It was almost magic.

How good it felt to be so near to something so beautiful and sexy. David thought to himself. While holding David close to her, Melanie ducked down and got into the vehicle. The end result was David landing in her lap. David didn’t even notice at first, he was too wrapped up in the little world of her stomach. When she had finally seated herself accordingly, Melanie took David up onto the dashboard, and let him step off her palm.

“There we go, I think you might like it better up there. Besides, I gotta drive.” She spoke to him with rather a sinister grin. David wondered why, momentarily, but figured it out pretty quickly as she reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of gum.

“Alright, where are we going Melanie?” David asked.

“That is a secret for now. But just to let you know, we are going somewhere there is always a lot of people, and somewhere I will love to have fun at.” Melanie chuckled at that last comment, marveling at her own genius. She pulled the door shut with a bang.

The pack of gum she had taken out was Cinnamon Icebreakers, David’s favourite. She unwrapped it, not taking her eyes off David for a second, and then began to tease him. He was captivated by her seductive motions. When she had the piece of unwrapped gum in her hand she leaned forward, nearly a fist’s distance away from David and licked her lips. She drug her moist tongue over her pretty but dry lips slowly. She drew it back inside and parted her lips, revealing to David the gateway he had thought of earlier. She began slide the gum into her mouth.

Melanie lowered her jaw further and further while she moved her tongue about, distributing a large amount of saliva all over her teeth while she then slowly brought the stick of gum past her lips, and inserted it with careful precision. She took a painfully slow bite out of the stick that was nearly as long as David about half way, pulling it into her mouth with expert motion. She then pushed the rest into her mouth with her forefinger, her lips sealing around it before she pulled it out again with a little pop, a tiny trail of slime connected her lip and fingertip momentarily. Each of her movements was as if she were doing them in slow motion, which she was, just to tease David. She had the idea earlier, and was testing it out. Just how enthused was David with her mouth? She would quickly find out.

Melanie began to chew. Slowly at first, mashing the stick up into a wad. Her teeth cracked together and parted ever so slowly. The sound of her teeth crushing the stick, followed by the sound of the stick quickly becoming mush and stretching across her mouth was undeniably loud. She moved the mass around her mouth every time her jaw was at maximum distance from the roof of her mouth. Her huge tongue left trails of slime behind it as she maneuvered it about. She masticated it completely with her teeth, crushing each solid piece of the stick into a fine paste. It soon mixed with her saliva, which, due to the cinnamon, began to flow copiously into her mouth from absolutely everywhere. She pursed her lips and swallowed with a bassy gulp.

She was intentionally being obnoxious, as some would say, but she didn’t think so and neither did David. Her mouth at such a close distance filled his view as she mashed the gum without remorse. Her saliva smacked with every bite and her teeth cracked loudly every time her jaw came up and slammed into her upper teeth with fierce amounts of force. Her upper teeth were completely motionless but her bottom jaw worked completely independently and was a sight to see. She had started to chew quicker as it began to mush in her mouth. It was a complete mush by the time she was chewing at any decent speed, and every time her mouth opened wider than David was tall it stretched from top tooth to bottom tooth with red crystals shining in the light as saliva poured down the pillar.

Melanie started the car and leaned back, taking an interest in David now that she could see him again. His jaw hung open slightly and he was staring fixedly into her mouth, even as she moved back. She smiled through her chewing, and did not stop. She eventually took her attention off David who was still completely drawn towards her mouth like a magnet. He watched her chewing absentmindedly as she pulled the car out and focused on the real world. It was incredible. Melanie's total attention was elsewhere as her mouth worked all by itself to destroy whatever was inside of it. David of course, couldn’t care about anything but her mouth at that precise moment. The sights and sounds of her mouth nearly being too much for him.

Melanie and David traveled onwards, propelled by the car. Melanie was absently chewing gum viciously with intent to kill, driving with one hand and flicking the radio station with another. David was looking on in wonder as she chewed and occasionally swallowed, moving her throat in great waves as she did. He couldn’t hear her swallow over the sound of the car, but her chewing filled his existence to the brim.

Just thinking about what they were going to do together was exciting both Melanie and David, but for different reasons. They would find an unsuspecting stranger and Melanie would gobble him up. Someone is going to get to know her mouth pretty well by the end of the day, thought David to himself, even though he already did. And right now, whoever she finds to eat has no idea that he’s going to be eaten by a nearly teen-aged beauty.

Melanie was excited for the idea. She had loved the feeling of having David in her mouth, having another human being completely inside her and under her control, to do with as she pleased. The next step would be to swallow someone. She personally wanted to swallow David. She would look at him while driving, but he never noticed. She fantasized about having him in her stomach, but she had resisted all attempts to devour him entirely; even though she had come dangerously close to it a few times, her willpower won out. She would have to find a way to do it; she had to swallow him some time. She would work out a way to do it and not kill him, she thought to herself. She changed the station again.

Lost in thought, David was somewhat surprised when Melanie brought the car to a stop and turned the engine off. It seemed as if they had only just started driving moments ago, even though it had been a good fifteen minutes at least. Perhaps he had simply failed to notice the passing of time while thinking of what lay in store for himself and his friend, and of course, watching her chewing.

“We’re here, David.” she said in her beautiful angelic voice, as she turned in her seat to face him once again. A giant hand reached for him from the steering wheel and hoisted him towards her face. David smiled back at her huge grin through her chews, he was even closer to it now; it looked incredibly violent. The amount of liquid splashing around just a few feet away was mesmerizing.

With David in hand, Melanie opened the door and stepped out of the car and locked the doors. Meanwhile David looked around; they were at the state park near the lake, it wasn’t as grand as the city park but this one had a lake. It was one of Melanie’s favorite places to go. David rarely ever went there; in fact he couldn’t remember the last time he had actually been there, if ever at all. Everything looked different when you’re in the hand of a giant.

“I was going to go to the mall but there are too many security cameras there. Besides, the people there are too concentrated. I would be noticed if I started randomly shrinking people in a crowd. Here they are spread out and easier to take advantage of.” At these words, it struck David that she was already becoming a huntress. It failed to scare him though and, in fact, it excited him somewhat.

“Oh,” said David, and he looked around again. “That was incredibly brilliant of you, I would have never even thought about that.” David held his thumb up for Melanie. She hazarded a grin and held him closer to her chest in case anyone was watching. There were plenty of people out having a relaxing time, playing in the lake, tossing a Frisbee or a football or just milling about having a good old time alone or in small couples or groups.

“So who should we get first?” asked Melanie excitedly almost whispering. “Any suggestions before I put you in my pocket?” Their eyes met. "Sorry you have to go in there but I can’t very well walk around with you in my palm, can I my little pet?” she teased, giving him a quick but light squeeze moving him closer towards her. She couldn’t see his reaction over her bust but she could imagine it. David couldn’t see her face either but didn’t resist trying to; the end result was him looking up at the world’s largest pair of breasts wrapped in tightly fitting fabric.

“Ahh, stop it!” David said, playfully pushing the fingers away and smiling to himself.

“Right, let’s find someone to play with!” she said, not actually waiting for David’s suggestion although to be fair he wouldn’t have had one anyway.

Melanie turned her head just in time to see Terry Rose, a football star from her high school walking up towards her. He had seen her a distance away and decided to say hello. Melanie panicked and nearly dropped David who she quickly stuffed into her tight fitting pocket. She had to use both hands to pry open her pocket and slip him in, her pants were very tight.

David had just enough room in her tight jeans to fit in between the material, but ‘just enough’ was being very generous, as the life was nearly squeezed out of him when the fabric snapped back into place, hugging her hip tightly. No wonder her hips always looked rock hard, the fabric sure was. Nevertheless, there was plenty of room to either side of him and there was lots of room below him, he just couldn’t move about very easily. He was able to hear the two giant creatures talking well enough. He decided to concentrate on not looking over at him, and instead spent his time admiring Melanie some more by just looking up the side of her titanic body.

“Hiya, Terry.” said Melanie to the football player. “You’re just the person I wanted to see.” She had a tone that was radioactive with confidence, it radiated from her and penetrated everything save for a few feet of concrete or lead and was in fact just as deadly. She didn’t really know the kid, just sort of out of passing, occupying the same place for some time eventually leads to recognition.

“I… I am?” Terry was not prepared for this, he had hoped to catch her off guard and perhaps give her a smooth greeting. What ended up happening was he was taken aback by her remark, but he tried to recover his cool quickly. Football players must act cool at all times, he reminded himself. Don’t sound surprised that she is looking for you. Take it as a good sign.

“Err… um,” he said as coolly as he could. Melanie simply smiled at him trying to think of something to say. What do you say to a person who you consider a potential snack? She thought to herself.

“So ah… What can I help you with, Melanie?” His coolness returned to him like a very slow flood. He looked down at her like he did all girls, but Melanie being as tall as she was, it wasn’t that great of a decline.

“Help me with…?” Melanie looked puzzled.

“Yeah, you said you wanted to see me.”

“Oh right, um do you know anything about cars?” she asked as she turned and gestured towards her vehicle. She was thinking very fast. The furious squeaking of the hamster wheel was nearly audible to even David.

“Not really” he said uneasily. The conversation was steadily spinning out of control from Terry’s point of view. If she asked him a question about her car Terry figured his chances of answering it were nonexistent. That would look un-cool! Suddenly disaster struck.

“Well, I don’t either and I think that a rock or something bounced up into the engine and broken something. Could you pleeeeeease take a look and see if anything is wrong?” She smiled sweetly and gave Terry her best ditsy dame look, it worked wonders on his male ego. He nearly melted under the blowtorch of her gaze. They were almost the same height, so a melted Terry resulted in him having to almost look up into her powerful gaze, which made it even more powerful. She was a tall girl after all.

Rather than admit ignorance and defeat, Terry did what any man would have done in any such situation as this, especially when there was a pretty woman asking for help. He knelt down to look under the hood. Hopefully the problem would be obvious like dripping fluid or a rock lodged somewhere. He was good with the obvious. A great big rock would be favourite, maybe even a boulder, he could pull a boulder out of her car for her.

While Terry was looking away, Melanie began to mutter something to herself. With a wave of one of her hands and a final word Terry had a much better view under the hood of her car. He was looking up at a car that was bigger than an aircraft carrier should ever be. He was instantly puzzled; his mind didn’t work fast enough to comprehend what just happened.

He turned and looked back up at where he had last seen Melanie who was now bending down and looking at him with an even wider smile. Her smile was that of a girl who had just found a sweet lying in the middle of nowhere and her eyes betrayed her true intentions, but Terry wasn’t looking up at her eyes…

“Terry, look at you down there,” she said in a belittling tone. “I better pick you up so no mean bugs catch you and gobble you up.” Her tone of voice was instantly petrifying, but her face was framed with her silken brown hair and gave her an innocent school girl sort of look.

Before Terry could protest she had scooped him up and put him in her left pocket, her right already containing David.

That was too easy. She thought to herself. We have victim number one. Terry started shouting and struggling, she liked the feeling against her hip; he couldn’t escape though so she did not worry. She patted him lightly in an attempt to calm his nerves, but it didn’t really work. She ended up just stuffing him further down into her pocket which did the trick nicely.

Melanie walked into the shade of the trees spaced around the lake and fell upon a path. She saw a runner coming by and just as he passed her, she stuck out her foot and tripped the poor man.

“Shit!” he yelled as he fell face first into the ground causing his earphones to fly out from his ears and his walkman to hit the concrete, smashing itself to bits. Before he had time to recover from the impact she murmured the spell and shrank him too.

That’s two she thought, wasting not even a second and collecting him off the ground while he was still lying down. She stuck him in her pocket to keep Terry company. Terry had stopped thrashing about when he realized he wasn’t alone anymore. It was the runner’s turn to panic now.

Shrinking and catching people turned out to be easier than Melanie had originally anticipated. She selected her victims with the eye of a teenage girl, going for attractive males, discretely shrinking them and gathering them up. She did get one girl though, an attractive young couple had been having a picnic and she had shrunken them both down to the same size as the others.

With her pockets full of people, she returned to her car. All of her pockets were full, both front and back. She had to remove a few people from her back pockets to David’s pocket before she sat down, however. She feared she would have suffocated or crushed them had she not done so and it would be no fun to eat the tiny men if they were already dead; not to mention a mess if they had popped under her butt. She imagined having to explain that to the car wash, embarrassing.

David had been listening as best he could for clues as to whom and how many people Melanie had caught. Now he had company in the pocket. Three men about his age were there, no one could move very well, especially since Melanie was sitting down and the jean material was even tighter than before. They were sardines in saran wrap.

“What do you think she will do to us?” said one.

“I don’t know but I don’t like it,” another answered.

“Well at least she is pretty hot,” a third voice said.

The other two loudly proclaimed their support of this observation. Typical of their age group, they talked about how big her breasts had appeared and then went on from head to toe about what they thought of her physical appearance, especially as a giantess. They also discussed, in depth, about how they felt about being in her back pocket. All agreed it was a genuinely pleasant experience until she had started walking after which they decided that being repeatedly smashed between unyielding denim fabric and taught muscles was a less than desirable circumstance.

David made his presence known eventually. He had decided not to tell them he was friends with the giantess or let them know of their fate to come. Little did they know that they were soon to be nothing more than a snack for the beauty of whom they were gossiping about.

“Hey guys, I am stuck here too. My name is David.” David spoke up introducing himself.

“David, do you know what she is up to man?” said a voice.

“She collected me too just like you guys,” David replied. Technically, this was not a lie. “So I’ve no idea.” Which was.

“Dude, I’m Adam, my friends are Ben and Harry.” Adam said.

“She must be a witch or something,” guessed another voice. They began discussing the plausibility of that theory but did not get far because Melanie soon turned on Gwen Stephanie and No Doubt, a new release, on her radio and began to sing to the tune. It drowned out any possibility of conversion with the captives. She had a very nice voice, David thought. There was no doubt about it, he was falling in love, rather predictably, given his situation.

Soon the car stopped, the music ended and David felt her get up and out of the car. He and the three others were jostled together as she ran up the stairs to her house and then down some more stairs to her bedroom.

Melanie was excited. Arriving at her room she delicately removed the contents of her pockets and placed them on her twin extra-long bed. Soon she had over a half dozen people staring up at her in fear and wonder. They all were too shocked to move or even speak at first. Melanie broke the silence.

“Hiya,” said Melanie. “I’m Melanie. I am going to be playing with you all today. It’s like playing dolls except with real people.” She chuckled to herself finding it rather humorous. “I would hope you play along…” She continued, except she was interrupted by a slew of angry voices.

“You have no right to do this to us young lady,” said a man who Melanie recognized as the runner she had tripped earlier.

“That’s right!” said the only girl in a shrill voice, who was standing next to her boyfriend. “We’re people not toys!”

“Oh I think differently about the situation.” Melanie exclaimed. “I just want to have a little fun, that’s all. Tell you what? Why don’t we all work on getting acquainted and then we start?” Melanie slipped a not so discrete wink at David who was standing near the three guys who she had taken from her right pocket. Then she turned and left the room.

“What did she do that for?” said one of the men who had the voice that matched that of Ben, “Why did she wink at us?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” David told him. There was no way he was going to say; because she plans on letting me watch as she devours you. Ben might not appreciate his forthcoming death as much as David would.

“Well what are we going to do gentlemen?” asked the boyfriend, obviously his remark was aimed at the group as a whole. He had just concluded that action should be taken and the best way to do that would be to come up with a plan. “The girl seems nice enough but we do not know her true intentions,” he continued. “If she becomes hostile, she could crush us all in a moment with a swat of her hands.” David shuddered at the thought. “We must not wait if her plans are to kill us. I suggest that we escape.” He said in more hushed tones. Melanie, who had excellent hearing, was listening silently, towering far above them, politely waiting her turn to speak again.

“And what if she is friendly?” the runner suggested.  ”If she is friendly, she might not treat us nicely if she catches us if we try to escape.” The young man answered. He was trying to use logic that the world was generally a nice place. He was so incredibly mistaken. “I think we should cooperate.” Melanie grew bored and decided to go get something so she departed.

“What if she doesn’t catch us?” asked David, trying to forestall any potential escape attempt seeing as how she just left. He wanted to keep them focused so they didn’t try running. “Where do we go? How will we return to normal size? And how will we be noticed by someone who you can be sure is friendly? She is the only one who knows we exist. Chances are if we leave, we will disappear. Personally I don’t want to be eaten by a spider.” David shuddered again and this time not in a good way, his small addition did the trick, so did a few others. Then he added. “Besides, if she wanted to kill us, couldn’t she have just stepped on us earlier?”

This put things in a new light. There was a pause. “Guys, I know her from high school, she graduated a bit ago too.” said Terry. “Her name really is Melanie and she is the nicest girl I’ve ever met. She is not gunna hurt us, it isn’t possible. I think.”

“How do you know that?” the boyfriend asked. “Didn’t she shrink us?”

Their conversation was interrupted by Melanie returning to the room carrying a glass of water. No one noticed her leaving except David, thankfully. They had missed their perfect, and only, chance for escape.

“Hey my little friends,” she said placing the water on the table and leaning over the bed. “All ready for fun? I know I am!”

As if on cue her stomach rumbled noisily. It was a loud long rumble that seemed more like distant thunder to the eight people below on the bed. “I guess I’m a little hungry,” she said. “I ate plenty of breakfast this morning. I wonder why my stomach’s growling.” David began to get excited. He knew Melanie’s stomach required food, it hadn’t been a all that long since they had breakfast but he was sure she could easily fit them into her churning belly. He looked up at her knowing that soon the people he was standing among would be adding to the gurgles of the giantess that stood before them.

“Sweetie,” said Melanie, focusing on the runner who practically fainted under the heavy gaze of the giantess. “You look thirsty; let me put you in my drink for a second. You can cool off and get a drink yourself.”

Before he could object she took him between her thumb and forefinger and moved her hand from over the bed to above her water and released the man into the cup.

“Wooaaaaa-!” He landed in the water with a great splash, sending him deep into its depths. The glass was wide and far too deep to touch the bottom and too tall to climb out of. He surfaced quickly, gasping for breath; the water was indeed nearly ice. The cup’s diameter was at least twice his present height. Melanie’s belly gurgled again. She put a hand over it to silence the noise. “Stahpit.” Said said, rubbing it gently. She looked back up at the group. “I guess I better eat something quick huh guys?” she said with a smile towards the group of people on the bed.

It was not until a moment later, after Melanie’s stomach stopped its clamor that David realized Terry had made a break for it. The hungry predatory sounds emanating from Melanie’s completely bare iron midriff had been too much for him to bear. He was headed for the foot of the bed at full tilt. Melanie took a step closer to the bed so she was standing next to it, pressing into it with her hips lightly. She reached out with her hand and captured the football player effortlessly lifting him into the air, his legs still pumping. She brought him closely up to her face and examined him, he stopped dead.

“Terry! It hurts my feelings that you are afraid of me.” She said in a hurt tone of voice. He could feel the wind of her breath on his body. Her breath smelled of cinnamon. Terry wondered if she had been chewing gum. “Why don’t you trust me?” she asked, wearing what she hoped was an understanding and friendly expression for the tiny man in her fist.

“Sorry, Melanie.” Terry apologized. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just that you’re so scary this big. Can you forgive me?” He wanted her on his side, and had no idea what had come over him earlier. He felt a bit foolish now, thinking back on it. Where was he going? He was being daft.

“Of course, Terry!” Melanie exclaimed, a bit too eagerly by Adam’s reckoning down below. “I hope you learn that I only want the best. I think that you will learn to understand things from my point of view. It would be fun to become closer together than most friends ever will, don’t you agree?” Terry nodded, trying to understand what she just said. “I just want us to be together for a long time.” She said in a faraway voice.

He was caught off guard, what was she really talking about? Was she hinting at hitting on him? Could she be talking about going out? “Me too, Melanie. I…” Dating a giant girl flashed across his mind, that would have been very weird.

“Good,” she said with finality. “Now to prove it, I’ll give you a kiss.” She puckered her huge glossy lips and raised her palm close enough that Terry could walk over and kiss her lips. He walked over tentatively, this being the first giantess he had ever kissed. He was nervous enough when girls were his size. Nevertheless, he decided it was best to keep Melanie happy, so he tiptoed forward and tried to plant a kiss on her upper lip, just above where the two lips met. As he was leaning forward the lips extended further out and Terry’s whole face rather than just his lips made contact with Melanie’s pucker.

Melanie extended her lips more, engulfing his entire head up to his shoulders with her lips. His head wasn’t inside her mouth; she had big lips after all, so he was nearly suffocating inside their all-encompassing width. She moved her lips inward and quickly moved them out again, drawing him in bit by bit. Terry instantly began to lose it; he thrashed about on her hand. He hadn’t started screaming yet, but shouts were not far away when he felt her teeth grip his neck. Looking into the depth of her mouth, he let an embarrassingly loud scream escape him. Melanie knew this would be heard by those beneath her, so she quickly pulled the rest of him into her mouth with the incredible suction of her cheeks and tongue.

Entirely inside her mouth, Melanie quickly lapped him once with her tongue and funneled him into the back of her mouth. He screamed in horror as her tongue dropped out from beneath him and he felt her mouth close in around him from behind, pushing him forward into her throat. He was in shock as he found himself being pushed, face first, into the black depth of her throat. He would be glad to have been completely blind here, because he would not have enjoyed seeing what was coming.

Warm squishy flesh gripped and constricted him in the long tube, the entire world was alive and the sound of her swallow surrounded him entirely. The esophagus undulated repeatedly, pushing him downward with great speed, each time threatening to break his bones. He felt something hard impact his head, open around him, pinch off around his ribs causing a deep crack and searing pain and renewed screams. It opened again and his head was free from everything, he was pushed into Melanie’s stomach. He fell a short distance and landed in bile and digesting breakfast, he submerged partially in the revolting, putrid mess. Instantly, he wished he was dead already.

David had been watching in wonder as the muscles of Melanie’s throat contracted and a small bulge swiftly sped down her neck and disappeared into her chest. The sound of her swallow was evident, and Terry’s screams were definitely audible. This was better than he could have possibly ever imagined. Melanie had gotten the man to willingly put his head up to her lips; of course David couldn’t see that, but that was what he imagined happened. He was in that belly, right there, right in front of them. Her navel appeared to be looking at the group in deep hunger, as though it were a mouth of its own and it was ready to feed. He was being digested alive by Melanie, or at least would be very, very soon. What a perfect fate, thought David. Although, not for himself, he reminded himself.

“Oh my God! She ate him raw! She ate him raw!” screamed the girl who was standing to his right. She grabbed her boyfriend tight as if she expected him to save her.

“Oh my God, I ate him!” Melanie’s voice boomed in a sexy and feminine yet deadly predatorily way. “Oh David, it is the most amazing experience imaginable! I could actually feel him move down my throat.” Melanie touched her throat and slid her hands down, tracing her esophagus. “It was like a massage of my esophagus! He was trying to fight it the whole way. It’s such a rush!” Melanie’s hands slid over her breasts and down her belly. “I didn’t think it would be this much of a power trip.” Just her looking at him and speaking to him after what she had just done was invigorating, thought David.

Melanie’s body was on fire with energy, and she shuddered at the feeling that was coursing through every single vessel in her body. Her blood was nearly boiling and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end; she was extremely excited, and wanted more.

“Hmm,” she added after a second, shivering from the after effect. “It feels like I need to wash him down. My throat’s kinda dry from his clothes.” She added with a dangerous tone, looking down at the runner who was swimming. She grabbed the glass with the runner in it, still treading water. He tried to scream but he was pushed under the surface when she violently tilted the glass and began to gulp the glass dry. The water sloshed into the dark, deadly cavern of her mouth that just ended the life of someone the runner had never known.

To the runner, whose name was still a mystery, it was like a terrifying waterslide. He tried to swim backwards but despite his best efforts, he slid along the smooth glass with a fair amount of water and flowed into her mouth. All went dark as he lingered on the tongue for only a fraction second, before the constant repetition of her swallows sent him and the water straight down. It was almost as if he was propelled in a vehicle made of water down her throat. Air above and below him, but surrounding him was water. Her esophagus moved with such ferocious power that the whole trip lasted less than a second, but to him it never ended. He was violently expelled into her stomach, his vehicle of water exploding with terrific speed. He and the remainder of water sloshed into the partially digested food remaining in Melanie’s stomach. More water flowed into the slowly crowding organ, filling it up with more of the cool water; the core temperature of her stomach dropping like a stone.

Melanie put down the glass and belched loudly, releasing pent up pressure from within her. Inside her stomach it was something like a sonic boom, the whole world rebounded with the force of it and the water and bile sloshed about, churning it into a horrific goo. Both men, who were still quite alive, covered their ears and the entire contents of the stomach shook. They were very lucky to be unable to see anything.

“Oh that was good.” Melanie said firmly, drumming her fingers on her thigh intently. A moment later her belly roared again, this time contently. “Take it easy in there you two,” she patted her exposed stomach as she looked down at it; her face masked by her long brunette hair. She then surveyed the people before her. They were running, everywhere. Except David, who looked as though he was the epicenter of a bomb that had a shockwave rushing out in all directions, he looked up at her in wonder.

Not paying any attention to David she leaned forward on the bed again, nearly hitting David with her denim clad thigh and began scooping up people. David took the opportunity to reach out and press up against Melanie’s thigh as though he were trying to help her by holding her up.

Melanie moved quickly with the reflexes of a cobra gathering two that had managed to get to the far side of the bed. Standing up again she moved with lightning speed and collected two more who were trying to climb down the sheets. David had successfully delayed one man in running. Good for him!  She grabbed the guy David was grappling last. She stuck him in the now empty glass jar. Melanie deposited the rest next to David again, and made sure they were all stunned.

“Oh!” She jumped. “I can feel them in my stomach! I can feel them moving! It’s delicious!” she said with effect as she slowly moved her belly side to side. The contents of her stomach could be heard sloshing from side to side as she moved her hips and beautifully defined abdomen. All eyes were on the stomach in which two men lived in excruciating agony.  Before the tiny people could scurry away once more she grabbed the boyfriend and tossed him into her mouth.

“Uugh. Delicious,” she proclaimed as she visibly tossed the man about in her mouth with a little acting violence. She didn’t do this for long, however. The movements in her belly and mouth made an addictive carnal hunger arise from within her. Rather than fight the urge to eat the man she gave up playing with the poor guy. Melanie swallowed her third man in under a minute. He struggled his entire journey down into her stomach.

His girlfriend had been screaming all the while, yelling, threatening, begging Melanie to let him live as she watched her boyfriend glimpse after glimpse getting thrown about inside her maw. When Melanie swallowed however, the woman let out a shriek and, grabbing onto Harry who happened to be closer to her than anyone everyone else, began sobbing into his chest.

“He’s dead! He’s dead! She killed him.” the woman wailed.  No one else had tried to run this time; her show of force last time left them all without the desire to try again. Harry knew that her boyfriend was far from dead although he would soon be too. He did not however communicate this to the distraught female who was hanging onto him.

Melanie was now caressing her belly demonically. Then suddenly she stopped and looked at all of them intently. David realized that she was sizing up who was going to be next. God this was incredible to witness. Did he ever tell the right girl about vore. He had no idea that any of this would happen, he hadn’t expected Melanie to take such a keen interest in it. After all he did tell her about all the different aspects aside from vore, but she latched onto vore like a tick. It was brilliant.

The woman who had been comforted by Harry stopped crying and looked directly up at Melanie with a stern look of pure hatred. “Take me in place of my boyfriend,” she said, emotionless, in a commanding voice.

“What?” said Melanie.

“Take me in place of my boyfriend,” she insisted. “Let him live and eat me up. I know he is still alive in there. Stick your finger down that awful throat of yours and bring him up this instant!” She said nearly becoming hysteric again. “Then gobble me up if you must.” Her tone was emotionless despite the determination in her face.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. There is no him or you, only first and second. And you’re second.” Melanie reached for the woman faster than anyone thought possible. She tried to leap away but Melanie caught her.

Melanie reached over and let the woman drop into the empty glass with Adam. Now the woman truly began to cry and, turning her face away from the giantess she wrapped her arms around the stranger in the glass with her and waited for the end. Adam tried to reassure her by holding her but he knew it was only a matter of time.

Melanie grabbed Harry and David, one in each hand. Ben was still standing on the bed watching them dumbstruck, what the hell was going on?

David you are going to love this!” she promised. She tossed David into her mouth but did not swallow. Nevertheless David was terrified; having just seen what Melanie had done to the others. What if she was getting carried away?

“Melanie, don’t eat me!” he yelled. They were friends and he knew that Melanie would not consciously hurt him, but what if she lost control? Melanie’s mouth opened and Harry came careening in to join David. He slid on the saliva of Melanie’s tongue and David tried to get out of the way and grabbed onto one of Melanie’s rear molars. Melanie’s mouth rocked and she swallowed, her throat gulping Harry down into itself; he disappeared over the edge with a scream leaving David alone again inside Melanie’s mouth.

She brought Ben up to her face where she scrutinized his form, her tongue lightly flicking David as she did so. There he got a last look at the woman who was about to eat him. She opened her mouth wide and looked away from him. To Ben’s perplexity, he observed the man Melanie had called David lying on her back teeth. He had gotten the impression that Melanie was friends with David. He had seen her swallow and Harry was gone, but David was still there.

Ben didn’t dwell on the subject long as he was brought to the mouth and past those ruby red lips. Her incisors gleamed as he was brought into the pinkish red cathedral of death. Melanie’s tongue came up to meet him, curling as it did so he slid downwards towards that part of her mouth that was more wreathed in shadows. It was where he knew the entrance to her throat to be.

Her finger and thumb that were the only two things preventing him from sliding to his death now released him. Predictably, he careened down the tongue that was slicker than ice but much warmer and wetter. Melanie’s mouth closed somewhat but it slowed his descent and prevented him from sliding over the edge of the tongue. He found himself next to David where he tried to push and pull him towards the entrance to what seemed to be the gates of hell itself. The two of them were constantly being pushed together and pulled apart by the manipulations of Melanie’s tongue as she worked her jaw open and shut. The cracking of her teeth from time to time was ear shattering.

Melanie for her part was letting the two men fight it out in her mouth. She had been keeping track of which struggling figure was David. She did not want to swallow the wrong person. If she ate her best friend she would never forgive herself, so she was as careful as she could be. She found it difficult to resist the urge to swallow them both at once, however. Their wriggling was charging up a force deep inside of her that would soon take over her actions if she was not careful.

David’s cries for help and the other man’s swears of damnation were echoing in her ears. The men in her belly only exacerbated the carnal urge to swallow by their intoxicating movements. She was slowly losing control. Her eyes had shut and the only things in the world were those two men fighting for their live inside of her mouth.

David pushed the man away from him again but he refused to let go. Both figures slid onto the tongue and towards her gullet. Their struggles increased, Ben was closer to the throat than David, but was holding onto David’s slime soaked shirt with inhumane rage.

The cloth tore and a kick from David was all that was needed to send him to his friend’s stomach. But it didn’t work. Melanie, who was unprepared to swallow, choked somewhat and the result was Ben being propelled back into the middle of her mouth along with a fair amount of saliva and mucus. Ben grabbed David’s leg but the mucus on his hands didn’t allow him to hold on. It was though a slimy skin coated everything thickly. David kicked again and crawled toward Melanie’s teeth.

She helped him along with a flick of her tongue that sent David onto her teeth, at least, that’s who she hoped was David. As he looked back, David saw the tongue press upwards and the throat open. Ben’s slime covered body shot off the tongue as it pressed against the roof of Melanie’s mouth. He screamed as he slid over the entrance to her throat. There was more mucus there that further impeded his chances of grabbing a potential handhold. He heard the explosive gulp as Melanie swallowed, her throat forcing Ben downward and closing tight afterwards, cutting off his scream. The man with whom he had been grappling only a moment ago was now on his way to be digested deep inside Melanie’s body.

Melanie spat the body out of her mouth along with a huge glob of saliva and was relieved to see that it was indeed David, encased encased in the thick gooey soquid, that slowly got up and began trying to clear the saliva away from his face, it coursed off him as though he just got out of a very slimy pool.

“Felt like you had quite the fight in there.” said Melanie when David had regained some of his senses and stopped trembling due to the excess adrenaline in his system. Melanie sighed as the energy building up inside of her was nearly unimaginable. Melanie placed a hand towel before David who began to use it to clean himself off. She dropped the rest of liquid in her hand onto it as well. He was still sticky and several bad cuts he had sustained from Melanie’s teeth burned from having the saliva in them. He was thankful to be out of her mouth.

“I wonder how that felt for that poor little guy in my belly?” she said smiling. Melanie visibly shuddered with the feeling, her eyes flickered open and shut a few times. “Oh,” she said as though she only just remembered, “we have our two friends in the glass over here.” She turned to where the two tiny figures in her cup awaited their end. “Well, I think that by now your boyfriend is dead. Sorry about not getting to you sooner but David and I were having too much fun to rush anything. Anyway, either of you want to go first?” Her boyfriend wasn’t dead as it would have taken a lot longer to kill inside her stomach, but Melanie wasn’t really paying attention to the science right now as she ate people.

Adam raised his hand. “I will.” It was an honorable thing to do, Melanie thought. He could let the poor girl crying next to him live a bit longer. Besides, he always liked the way girls ate; he felt it odd but he didn’t know why. Now that it was him this pretty girl would be eating, it seemed much less appealing. However he stood up and prepared to take it like a man. Die with honor, he told himself.

Melanie smiled down at him but she had already changed her mind. She took the glass and held it to her lips, then turning so David could watch; she tilted the glass upwards until the two people within slid down the side and disappeared into her mouth. The man shouted and the girl went completely hysterical.

She placed the glass aside, took a deep breath and swallowed hard with both of her fists clenched and her eyes shut. The swallowing action was audible to David. As her throat moved he watched a large bulge being pushed downwards in her esophagus slowly. “Wonderful.” She said finally, after a short gasp for breath; the swallow had taken longer than it usually did.

Still tingling from energy and having no one left to eat except David, she picked him up and held him tightly to her stomach. She wouldn’t eat him, even if she really desperately wanted to. Not yet, anyway. Not while he could die.

David heard the gurgle of digesting ‘food’ from within her belly, only feet from his ear and could only imagine what hell it was like for the people who were very much still alive inside his best friend’s stomach. One of them, he thought to himself, he had just been fighting. He pressed his ear to her belly and then her heard it; screams and cries of anger and agony. Screams for help and shouts of general unrest could be heard however, it was hard to hear over the violent roaring of her stomach. Melanie’s belly gurgled again sickly; more loudly and a collective shout of agony came from within. Melanie shuddered.

“I can hear them, Melanie!” he shouted to her. “They’re screaming! Geez, it must be awful in your stomach.” He added lightly, his hands pressed to her soft skin, resting his head upon its warm surface. The vibrations coming from deep within were oddly soothing.

“Hey, are you saying some of me is horrible?” Melanie’s voice sounded accusatory.

“Wh… No, that’s not what I meant at all!” David said, rubbing her stomach carefully as though he were trying to soothe it. She had just eaten a group of people, he didn’t want to be next.

“Good then. Lucky for you you’ll never have to find out.” said Melanie with a smile. “Like that, that is.” She added more quietly; David didn’t hear her.

Melanie had been rummaging around in a drawer for a moment and finally found what she had been searching for; a stethoscope. She placed the phones in her ears and the round end to her belly right next to David. David watched her hands move as she placed the large metal disk onto her skin.  “They are indeed screaming,” she confirmed even though she could hear them fine without it. The stethoscope however made it far clearer.

David, who still had an ear against her stomach, smiled too. Melanie couldn’t hear nearly as well as David because he was actually there, inches from it. But Melanie heard it all the same, and she reveled in the sounds that escaped her stomach. This was true power. Destroying someone’s whole world with the power of her stomach.

Holding the stethoscope to her abdomen she heard a few more shouts and moans of agony before she finally laid down on the bed, placing David on her stomach again. Together, they enjoyed the last screams of Melanie’s meal as they slowly died down one by one into nothing but gurgles and rumbles. Even those, too, subsided into mere faint grumbles of pleasant contentedness.

Melanie tossed the stethoscope aside and let out a very deep sigh. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had, David.” she announced. David was still listening to the sounds of her belly’s rapid digestion her meal below him. Were they still alive in there but too tired to struggle? His hand rubbed her stomach in wide circles, he did not answer right away but when he did he spoke quietly.

“Melanie?”

“Yeah?” She answered, her eyes closed and her hands together resting just below David, geographically.

“When I was wrestling in your mouth, did you want to swallow me?” David asked timidly.

“Yes.” Melanie said without pause. “But don’t worry my little friend. I have enough willpower to control myself when it comes to you. If I didn’t, you would be inside with the others by now.” She prodded her belly, it gave a disapproving squelch.

There was a long pause before he continued, “How long do you think they lived in there?”

“Not long enough to keep me happy,” Melanie replied. “You can’t have any idea what a turn on it is to have people alive and screaming inside you as you digest them. It still seems so weird… Eating people.” Melanie trailed off, obviously contemplating the actual horror of the situation. “But there are so many people inside me right now. I ended their lives to feed myself and entertain us.” She paused a moment before continuing. “I feel horrible saying this but I want to do it again. Do you think you’re up for that my little friend?”

David didn’t hesitate an answer, although he did think about what she had just said gravely. “Are you kidding? I could do this every day.” He replied excitedly.

“We will, my friend. We will.” Melanie said, sighing again. She was indeed very happy with what she had just done. She put the moral qualms behind her. She had the power, and she chose to use it. She didn’t feel bad about it, and she wanted to do it again. Anything to please herself, just the way she always had been; even at the expense of others.