The Honeymoon Surprise
By Oglithorpe


Little Donnie could not sleep. Instead he lay in his cage, his thoughts rushing in several directions at once. He sat up and looked with longing at Miranda, who had almost finished dressing. After she had finished her play with him the night before, she had carefully measured him. She did that every night, of course, and reported to him and to her diary his exact height. Yesterday she had smiled at him and whispered that he was exactly two and three eighth inches. She had said nothing more, but something about the look she had given him said it all. The honeymoon was almost over!

The terror that gripped him had been growing for 33 days. He had awakened that first morning in her bed. It was the day after their marriage, and his first thoughts had been of the wedding night. He had spent the evening worshiping all of her body, except her face. She would not allow him to touch her lips, even for the most innocent kiss. No, she said that he could not come to her lips till the honeymoon was at its end. She celebrated the marriage night by riding his face until she came. Then she tucked his face between her legs and went peacefully to sleep. He awoke in that position, and felt surprisingly happy. He was too smitten with his sultry, beautiful wife to care how they made love. That feeling lasted until they stood together in the shower. They had been the same height before the judge. Now she suddenly towered over him by more than half a foot. Before he could even absorb this information, she had seized him for some more fun. He had a very busy tongue that day, so he got no explanation until late that night. By then he was even a few inches shorter. Finally he knelt before her. His wife was tired, but quite eager to explain it all.

"Donnie I know you're scared. I want you to remember how happy you've made me. I am your wife, and I am a happy woman. But, I'm also a demon. I want your sweet smile, and your wonderful attention. I also need the substance of your body. It is my nourishment. You are about eight or nine inches shorter than you were yesterday. You, my dear husband, are shrinking. Every day your body will be smaller by a tenth. Every day the energy from that tenth goes into me. No, my dear, it will take much longer than ten days. Right now you are about fifteen percent smaller. In twenty four hours, you will shrink by ten percent again. But, its only ten percent of your size right now, not ten percent of your height yesterday. It will take more than a month before you reach the final size. Then our union will be completely consummated. Then you will come to my mouth. No, silly. Of course you won't kiss me. You will be far too small. I will consummate our marriage when I eat you. Oh my sweet Donnie, I will swallow you alive and you will die inside me."

" It excites me when you look that scared. I want you to be frightened, but I want you to have pleasure too. Don't struggle... I am already much stronger than you. I am going to tie you up now... There is some chance of you escaping for several more days. I know you need to cry for a while. That's OK. I will take you to my home tonight. We will be together there, until our union is complete... Dearie, if I had told you all this before the marriage, you would have gotten cold feet. There is no chance of that now. The process is started. I could not stop it even if I wanted to. I love you Donnie, with every ounce of my itty bitty demon's heart. I want to keep you and love you. And I need to eat you. I won't have the ultimate pleasure until I can feel you struggling inside me."

Donnie had replayed that speech in his mind a thousand times in the last month. He knew the time was close at hand. Miranda was coming toward him now. She looked no less beautiful to him. He stared at her friendly open face, her full lips, her impish eyes, and the auburn tresses that ran down almost to her waist. Her smile seemed broader than usual, as she opened his cage and snapped him up into to her hand. She gently stroked him as she spoke.

"Guess what, honey, this is the day! I bet you were thinking that already. We've had a wonderful time. Don't shake honey; it won't be long now. I haven't talked much about this, but I want to tell you exactly what to expect. First of all, I will use this thread to bind you. I tie your little ankles together, and then I fasten your arms to your sides. I know it hurts a little, but it won't be for long... See. All done. You can't move your arms at all now."

"OK, lets talk about what's going to happen. I will keep you in my mouth for a while. That way I can play with you. You'll know the end is near, but the exact moment will be a surprise. I'll probably half swallow you a few times, and then pull you back. I'm already aroused just thinking about it, but it gets better and better for me the longer it lasts. Anyway, you will go down face first. Right past my tonsils and into the esophagus. That's my swallowing tube, honey. I will lie down right away. I want to slow it down as much as I can."

"The muscles around the esophagus will clamp on you and push you down. The contractions come in waves. When you swallow something really small you don't even notice the swallowing. But when something big goes down, ( yes dear, you're still big when it comes to swallowing whole), then you don't just slide on in. Nope, the contractions have to push you down an inch or two at a time. You're just the right size. I will feel every contraction, and you'll fill the tube so tight, that it will almost hurt me. It should take at least a minute for you to get through the esophagus."

"You see why you have to be tied? Sometimes when I have swallowed men in the past... Oh not wonderful lovers like you, but just guys I was supposed to punish... Well they would stick out their arms and just get themselves stuck in there. Then I have to drown them in water to get them into my stomach. You see, by this time the panic will take over completely and you will fight with every ounce of strength that you have. You wouldn't want to scratch me or make me bleed. So, its best if you are tied up."

"Anyway, when you get almost to the stomach, you'll stop for a few seconds. There's a big muscle there, a valve, which has to pop open to let you in my stomach. There will be some fluid next to the valve, and it will start to burn."

"Then you fall into my stomach. I won't eat anything before you, Donnie, so my stomach will be mostly empty. There will be lot's of acid though. I'll be more and more excited up to the time I swallow you. The stomach makes more acid when you're excited. This is where it will start to get tough. You go head-first into the acid. The stomach will kind of churn you around like a washing machine. This is where you have to start hopping around. If you don't move baby, then I won't feel you. If you don't wiggle and hop, you will just drown in the acid. If you work at it, then you can get your head out of the acid. It will be hot and terribly humid, but you can keep breathing if you keep your head clear."

"The acid will burn like fire. I can't begin to describe the pain that you will feel. In a few minutes your skin will burn completely away Then all the little stuff that sticks out ... Your fingers, your toes, your cute little penis and balls, and your nose too; will all disappear. But dear, then the good news. Most of the pain nerves are in your skin, so when that's all gone... Then it won't hurt nearly so much. But there will be enough of you left to keep moving. My big orgasm starts about when you get to my stomach. You will feel it, 'cause my whole body will start to shudder. It will keep on too, till I can't feel you any more. If you try real real hard then I may be able to feel you when you leave my stomach and enter the intestine. There's another one of those muscle valves there, and when that opens, you go right into my duodenum. You can't breathe at all in there, so you will only have to go on a couple minutes, then it will be over."

"Honey, please , please, try to make it as good for me as you can. If you can hold out long enough, then it's the greatest most powerful feeling in the whole world. I want you to die feeling my orgasm, and knowing how great the feeling is for me. Please try. We only get to do this once!"

Miranda took her husband then to her bed. She stroked him, and licked him and talked to him the rest of the morning. Finally she dangled him briefly, then dropped Donnie into her mouth. She moved him about, and ran her rough tongue all over his body. She took him by the feet and let him slip to the back of her throat, where she made funny gargling noises. By this time Miranda was sweating, and she could feel her heart pounding. She could wait no longer. She pulled her terrified spouse out and gently kissed him.

"Good Bye Donnie, I love you so much!"

Back in he went, and after a few more minutes of attention from her tongue and teeth, she sped him on his way down her throat. She quickly laid down and remained still. In another minute she started to moan and tremor. She clutched her mattress with both hands and arched her back in an endless shudder of ecstasy. At last she collapsed onto the bed, and Miranda drifted off toward sleep. She smiled in her contentment.

"Oh Donnie, you made it! Oh thank you baby. Thank you. Thank you. You're the best husband I ever had!"