Philosophical Zombies

The four creatures stood about a quarter of an inch above the chair they were standing on. They were staring at the giant nude black woman standing before them. Her hair was long, covering her breasts, and her breasts jutted out from her check eclipsing part of her face. She had told them her name was Laretta, and had made it clear from the way she stared at them, the evil look in her eyes, that she meant to make very good use of them very soon. Each of them represented an investment of about $200 on Laretta's part. This was quite a sum to spend on a luxury that would soon be made unusable, but it was one she was very happy to pay.
Each of them resembled exactly in every way but size human beings. They weren't. They were pets, pets which would insist occasionally that they were just like her, alive, terrified beings, often pleading with her as they stood on her tongue, or as she lowered them into her underwear, her pungent odor filling their noses with air.
Fake people. Genetically engineered to never grow taller than a quarter of an inch. Sold in sex shops, grocery stores, and pet shops across the world. Bought for the amusement, and occasionally the sexual needs, of billions of humans around the world.
She stared them down, the tiny replicas seeing the lust in her eyes. They had heard stories of fetishists like her. There were many things people did with their kind. Many of them lived long, happy lives. The less fortunate were destined to become nothing more than a snack, to be given no more thought than a bag of potato chips. Or worse, as seemed to be their destiny, they often ended up as gore, smeared along a person's genitals.
They seemed afraid. They weren't. They couldn't feel fear. Laretta put that out of her mind. She liked to believe they were afraid.
She turned around , facing away from the chair the tiny things stood on. Her ass hung over them, an evil-looking thing, large enough and heavy enough to crush them all into jelly. Sure enough, it started to lower. They screamed, tried to run away from it. Three of them (two men and a woman) escaped, finding themselves between Laretta's thighs when her weight crashed down on the unfortunate man who was no nothing more than a stain on a woman's ass cheek.
Laretta laughed. 'Good,' she said. 'You're right where I want you.' She brought one hand down to her slit and opened it up, presenting her warm, pink hole to the tiny creatures. 'One of you. Jump in, or I'll shove all three of you up my ass.'
One of the men stepped forward immediately, to Laretta's surprise. He made his way over to her womanhood and climbed inside. Laretta shivered as she felt him wiggle around. She put her fingers in behind him, shoving him farther back. She moaned in pleasure and with her free hand grabbed and started rubbing her breasts, not taking her eyes off the two tiny things between her legs.
Before long the one inside her stopped moving. She came not long after that, her fluids drenching the man and woman in front of her. She smiled down at them and licked her lips as she rubbed her belly. 'I don't know about you, but I'm famished,' she said. She picked them both up in one hand, rubbing them across her growling stomach, the black flesh that would soon be their prison taking up their whole field of vision. She rubbed them over each of her nipples, then brought them up to her face, staring at them with an obscene hunger for a few seconds before dropping both of them into her open, waiting mouth.
They screamed as they fell, landing n her tongue, and stared around at the white pillars around them. The tongue bucked, knocking them into her cheek, and a voice louder than God's own rumbled up out of the throat behind them, 'FUCK ON MY TONGUE, NOW!' The giant pink thing scooped the two up, throwing them together, and they went at it. His thrusts were deep, and the moans of pleasure the two of them produced were accompanied by sobs as they anticipated the end of their lives, and soon their own noises were drowned out by moans emerging from the throat behind them.
When the man collapsed, exhausted, the giantess felt the movement in her mouth stop. She moved the couple into position in the back of her throat, the two of them clinging together, crying into each other's shoulders, and prepared to swallow them. Just then, the door to the room she was in opened, and she turned to face the door. Through the open lips, the tiny couple saw an enormous man step into the room, and when he glimpsed the naked Laretta, his eyes lit up.
The outline of Laretta's lips turned into a smile, and the tiny pair screamed.

Mark had gotten out of work early and had decided not to call Laretta to know he'd be dropping by. He knew she liked being surprised, and he also knew that she liked sex-particularly with him.  He figured she'd be in the mood if he showed up.  He had knocked on her apartment door, heard some moaning sounds coming from inside, and tried the door.  Unlocked.  Strange, but fortunate for him.   He walked into Laretta's apartment and heard that the moans were coming from Laretta's room.  Let's see how she's feeling, thought Mark.  He opened the door to her room and saw her lying back on her bed, one hand playing with her ample black breasts, one hand busy down at her crotch.  When she heard the door open, a look of surprise flashed across her face, only to be replaced by one of unadulterated lust when she saw who had barged in on her.   She jumped out of bed, a smile on her face, and walked over to Mark, shaking her breasts as she moved.  Mark's cock was raging against the confines of his boxers as the beautiful black girl brought her lips to his crotch.  She unzipped his pants and tugged it out, dropping a tiny drop of spit on its tip...

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The man and woman fell from Laretta's lips, encased in a liquid globe, and screamed as they saw the giant pillar of flesh rushing up to meet them, the slit on its head large enough to swallow them both whole.  They landed with a splash, imperceptible to the giants above and around them, but tremendous to the tiny pair.  They looked up to find their sky filled with Laretta's hungry face.  Her brown eyes sought them out, and she locked eyes with both of them before licking her open lips.  She slid her mouth around the head of the giant cock, and before they knew what was happening, the two tinies were back in her mouth.   They were thrown around in the warm, wet cavern for quite some time, and both came close to falling down Laretta's throat into the gastric pit beneath them many times.  The enormous member went in and out of the mouth, and the two could do nothing but scream as the whale-like tongue played across its surface.  Finally, the thing began to shake, and before long it erupted, spraying white cum all over the inside of Laretta's mouth.   The giant cock withdrew.  The tiny couple heard the giant man say something they couldn't make out, and then heard a rumble from beneath them, a laugh the size of a world.  Then, words. 'SPITTERS ARE QUITTERS.' The tiny pair, separated during the blowjob, were reunited as Laretta gathered the jizz from all over her mouth on her tongue.  She opened her mouth, and the two looked up to see, within the outline of teeth and lips, the enormous white cock again, blocking out the face of its owner.  It was already hard again.  The mouth closed, and the two were thrown back, down Laretta's throat, into the darkness and heat and pain below.

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"So, spit or swallow?" Mark asked her as he pulled his cock out of Laretta's mouth. The black girl laughed.  "Spitters are quitters," she said.  She stuck out her tongue at him, showing him the puddle of jizz collected on it.  For a second he thought he saw a couple tiny specks of...something floating in it, but before he could ask her about it, she closed her mouth and swallwed.  He watched the bulge travelling down her throat.  She looked up at him, an even deeper need for him showing in her eyes.  She rose and brought her lips to meet his.  They went to Laretta's bed, and she mounted him.  

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Ann had not been prepared for this.  She had been brought up in a pet store, expecting to live a long, happy, pampered life as someone's inhuman but valued and loved possession.  She hadn't been expecting a sadistic black woman to swallow her in a sea of cum.  She hadn't expected to be forced to have sex with a man she had never met inside a giant mouth.  She certainly hadn't expected to be thrown up and down inside of a giant stomach, hearing moans from outside that could only mean one thing: the giant slut that had swallowed her was now fucking someone while tinies died in her gut.   She felt movement behind her.  She turned around, feeling with her hands in the darknes, and found the man she had been with.  He was floating with her in the jizz that was the only thing in the stomach other than themselves.  The two were brought closer together by the bouncing.  Then everything calmed down for a minute.  The bouncing ended.  Their orientation changed.  They fell over each other.  Their lips met in the jostling.  Then things started moving again.  The tiny pair looked into each other's eyes as best they could in the dark.  They kissed as the stomach started pouring acid onto them.  They died wrapped together, nothing more than a bit of nourishment for a woman that couldn't care less about them or any of their kind.  

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Laretta bounced up and down on Mark's dick.  She loved cowgirl, the feeling of being on top of a man.  But then he pulled out, asked her to get on all fours.  She obliged him, and as she felt his cock enter her, she let out a moan.  She felt his hardness in her pussy and she noticed that she could feel the tiny couplemoving around in her stomach, as well.  She rubbed her toned stomach and moaned.  As she came for the first time that night, the couple inside her perished.  When she woke the next day, she looked in the mirror, examining her ass.  She saw the tiny bloodstain left there from the night before and smiled.  She looked forward to the next time she would have a group of tinies.  Perhaps she would try something new with the next group.