An Evening Out........

Mark looked at himself one more time in the mirror before heading out that evening. He was beginning to feel he'd spent too much time having fun in
the singles scene and not enough time finding himself someone he could settle down with. And at 32 his body clock was telling him it might be time
to do something about the latter.

Yet still, he had no desire to spend more time than necessary with the mindless nymphs that he picked up in the places he liked to frequent.
Sometimes he could get so annoyed with them when they just couldn't get with the fact that he was done with them. Honestly, what did they
expect? Complete devotion on his part because they let him in for one night. No he'd wait until he found someone who fit in with his lifestyle before
settling down.

He checked his clothes, just right. He checked his hair, just right. He made sure of his breath and splashed on his cologne. He checked for the
lighter he kept in his jacket pocket (just in case) and pulled out the keys for his Porsche 924. He headed down to the parking lot from his apartment
and sped out into the night in search of a pleasant interlude for a Friday night. 

Bogie's was always a place for good action. Based on a Casablanca theme and with countless pictures of Humphry Bogart the place was a magnet
for women with silly romantic notions. He found himself drawn there more and more often, because he could cement an evening within an hour
there. As he entered he noted that there was background music playing so the Kerioki had not yet begun. He found himself a table on the floor near
where the singers would be so he could get a good view of the field available. He ordered a mug of beer and proceeded to nurse it so it might last
him an hour or two.

The Kerioki was moving right along when she walked in. She was an attractive woman, she appeared to be dressed like a bank teller. Her clothes
were crisp, which gave her bearing an even more confident look. She didn't have the same look as most of the women who would come in on a
Friday evening. Somehow she projected herself where she went. On closer inspection he could see that she was an older woman, possibly in her
40's, but she was still beautiful. This was clearly a woman who commanded situations, including her age. He could not resist the pull she exerted
upon him, and he headed straight for her as she stood at the bar.

He introduced himself to her without hesitation, "Hello, I know this is going to sound like a line, but when you walked in I just had to come over here
and introduce myself to you. My name is Mark Bryan." He called for his best puppy dog look.

"You're right, it sounds like a line." she answered. And turned back to her friends.

Wow. This was a first for him. He had never been in this position before. He was usually in control right from the start. Yet this woman had pegged
him down in just one line. There was no question, he had to have her. And tonight. This was going to be a real challenge, and what a conquest this
woman would be. Clearly she was no hussy to be forgotten in a day or two. She would be more like a trophy.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to bother you."

"Then don't"

"No, that's not what I mean." He protested.

"Oh," she lifted an eyebrow, "exactly what do you mean?"

"Well I mean, you're so different than the usual fare of carbon copy girls that come in here. You aren't a girl, you're a woman. And more than that,
you're a woman with strengths, obvious strengths, backbone if you will. I couldn't resist coming over here. Honestly, it was like a hand reached out
and dragged me over here. I had to talk to you." He'd never had to talk so much and so fast just to get started before. This woman was awesome.
At that moment he had no greater desire than to spend the rest of the evening with her, and allow events to take their natural course.

She canted her head to one side and smiled at him. He felt a slight shiver at that smile. For an instant he felt like a mouse being eyed by a cat
before she begins to play with it. He shrugged it off when she spoke. "And what did you want to talk about, Mark Bryan?"

"Well, I didn't know exactly. Like I said, it wasn't thought out, I just had to come over here to talk." Lame, he thought to himself. 

"Just talk" she laughed. "I think there is more on your mind than talk Mark Bryan." She smiled again and gave him a piercing look once again. "Are
you certain you want to 'talk' with me?"

"Huh, well yes." He answered her. "You are like the most awesome woman to come in here in a long time. I've seen 'em all too. You are like no one
else. I mean totally different."

She looked to her companions and nodded to them. "Lets sit down Mark Bryan. I think you could use some time off of your feet." And she guided
him to a vacant booth.

For the next forty minutes he was not sure if he was in control of the conversation or she was allowing him to be in control. All the right things
were being said, and she was now responding properly, but somehow he had a nagging sense she was holding something back. He'd played the
small talk game often enough to recognize a phony, but she wasn't a phony. It was almost like she was disguised as herself. He could not pinpoint
it. Everything was right, it just wasn't quite right. He shook off the feeling when she mentioned her friends.

"What, I'm sorry?" 

"I said, Sandra has left. I'll need a ride home, could you give me a ride to my place. Perhaps we can continue this there." 

"Wha…", he stammered. "Yes, of course. No problem, do you want to leave now?"

"Certainly" she answered.

He threw a couple of fives onto the table. And allowed her to escort him out of there and out to his car. He held the door for her, and got behind
the wheel. His misgivings disappeared when he started driving toward her place. It was a nice home, in a secluded section of a rural area. The kind
with a separate garage behind the house out of view from the street. He drove around to the back side and parked near the garage. The got out
and she led the way in through the back entry. 

"Make yourself comfortable there in the living room, I'll fix us some drinks." She told him and headed for the kitchen.

He occupied himself looking around her living room as he waited for her to bring the drinks. The house was simple, but comfortable. There was a
large plush sofa, in which he was currently sitting, and two soft recliners. There were pictures of Rhinoceros' and Zebra's on the wall. He noted that
the hallway had other animals from the African veldt. 

She sat next to him and handed him a mixed drink in a rock glass. He took a sip and was immediately intrigued. It didn't taste alcoholic, but it had a
flavor that had him wanting more. He felt her arm around him as she gently pulled him closer. She then held him firmly while he finished his drink.
Putting the glass down onto the end table he felt strangely relaxed, almost a warm glow as he sat back in the couch.

"I have to do this before it's too late." She said, then drew him close and kissed him deeply. When she finished he looked at her and felt a strange
disorientation. Her face had a captivating look. An almost self satisfied look, like a huntress who has just bagged an elusive prey. And as he thought
these things he began to shake his head because it was as if she were getting larger as he stared at her.

"She smiled and laughed at him saying, "I'm not getting any bigger." She reached a finger under his chin and tipped his head to look up at her. "Feel
your clothes silly, you are getting smaller."

When the realization hit him he immediately tried to bolt. But she was ready for him and her hand clamped down on his left arm to hold him in place
while whatever it was continued its effects upon him. He could not generate enough effort to fight her off and simply slumped down to await what
would come next.

"Oh dearie, what a pathetic picture you make. You see I'm a sorceress, my name is Miss Adeline. And I want to make sure that you know what is
coming next. How should I put this, I am not your conquest Mark Bryan, you are my conquest."

Something primal took over with him at that moment, and for the first time that evening, in spite of all else, he began to feel real terror. His
reaction only seemed to excite her more. He began to try to struggle free of her anew but she only gripped tighter and smiled more intently.

"That's right, I love it when they fight. Struggle, fight, try to get free, I want you to get free." She told him.

He found himself unable to speak while he was in the process of shrinking, he could only make grunting sounds, and clumsily try to escape her grip.
All to no avail. As she became bigger she lifted him off of the couch, out of his clothes and placed him in her bra between her breasts. The stretch
lace of the bra held him in place firmly as she stood up to put the glass away and tidy up the kitchen.

Shortly after he found that his faculties were returning and he had stopped shrinking. He was approximately three inches tall now. She headed for a
room at the end of the hall and removed him from her bra placing him in a glass jar. As he stood in the jar he watched her change from her work
clothes into an elegant evening gown. 

As she approached the jar in which she held him he couldn't help thinking how breathtakingly beautiful she was. Seeing her approach he felt his
member reacting to the sight before him. He felt frustration like never before in his life. He wanted so desperately to lay with this woman. To feel
himself within her, and to feel the warm softness of her female muscles enveloping his manhood within her.

She turned the jar over and placed him onto the palm of her hand and walked over to the bed. She then lounged herself upon her bed and looked at
him in the palm of her hand.

"Do you know what happens next?" 

"No," he answered. "What ever I did to make you do this to me, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, put me back."

She licked her lips, and then tipped her head back and laughed. "Silly, you didn't do anything to make me do this to you. I did it because of what
you are."

"What do you mean, what I am?" he asked.

"Exactly that sweetie. What you are. A man." She licked her lips again and smiled down on him.

"Why, I don't understand. What is this all about?"

"What it is about dearie, is down the hatch." She grinned for effect, then she smacked her lips at him and said, "you see, you get to be swallowed
by me tonight."

Hearing her say it, it still required a little time for what she had just said to sink in. He stared at her in disbelief for what seemed an eternity. Finally
he saw something in her look that told him she meant to do this. For crying out loud, she had shrunk him to three and a half inches, and now she
was going to swallow him whole. What disturbed him to his core was the fact that she acted as if she were doing him a favor by swallowing him.
Almost like she expected him to thank her.

He made a swift move to leap off of her hand onto the pillow, seeing that as his only escape. But her experience was against him. She anticipated
his move and quickly recaptured him. This time she held him upside-down by his ankles. He tried to struggle and free himself but her hands may as
well have been made of iron as she held him before her face.

"Not a smart move, so soon, my little snack." She said licking her lips. She held him above her sex where her other hand was busily relieving the
tension the moment was building within her. He could see her nipples hard behind the sheer black silk of the gown she was wearing. She drew him
closer to her face and licked the length of his body for a taste of his fear.

Her tongue hit him like a wet mattress. Firm, yet yielding, warm and wet. She ran her tongue along his frame several times tasting the salty flavor
of his terror. 

With each move toward her mouth he felt his terror rise within him until on the fourth trip, in spite of being upside-down his bladder let go.

She laughed at this and said to him, "You are pathetic, aren't you." She then put him in the palm of her hand once again.

She moved him up where she could look at him then said, "What's the matter, dearie?"

"Please, don't do this. I beg you. I'll give you anything you want. I'll do anything you want, I promise." His tone became pleading as he held back
tears. "Just don't do this."

"Sweetie, the only thing I want you to do for me, is to struggle on your way down. I love the way it feels."

"No, please…" he began to sob. "don't do this to me…" She watched him fall to his knees sobbing and say to her "I don't want to die, please let me
live."

He felt her other hand grab his ankles once again and lift him above her turned back head. He could see the other hand had resumed its
ministrations upon her crotch.

"Sorry babe, this is the way it is. Big eats little, and you are little."

He could see the redness of her lips contrasted with the whiteness of her teeth as she began to lower him into her waiting mouth. He could see
saliva spurting forth from beneath her tongue as she anticipated his arrival. Slowly she lowered him into the warm wet confines of her mouth.

When she released him he immediately began to scramble up her tongue to try to escape the prison her mouth was about to become, but her jaws
closed too quickly. He could feel her leaving enough room for him to maneuver within her mouth as she toyed with him using her tongue. He could
see light through the gaps in her teeth as he realized she was smiling. She opened her jaws slightly and he tried to escape through the gap only to
see himself in her mouth in the mirror. Seeing himself like that brought on a feeling of total helplessness and despair as he realized that he would
not be escaping her.

He felt the warm pressure as her tongue began to manipulate him in her mouth to go down her gullet head first. He fought desperately against
being turned, but to no avail. She had turned him and now her muscles were mercilessly moving him toward an abyss from which he would never
return. He felt the warm softness of the muscles pulling him onward as she began the process that would plunge him into her stomach.

He tired one last time to avoid her throat, but it was a hapless attempt, and he was too tired to put up any real fight. Her throat won, and he
began the last journey of his life, the journey down her gullet to her stomach. He could feel the softness, and the gentleness of the muscles as
they guided him downward. He felt a sudden impact in his stomach, then another. He realized he had passed behind her heart. In almost no time he
felt himself ejected into an open area which had a strong sour stench.

He was in her stomach. He heard a sudden THUMP THUMP THUMP. He couldn't believe it. She was patting her belly with him in it. He began to
weep. He wanted to wake up and find that it had all been a dream. He was curled up and weeping when the water hit him. She had drank a glass of
water. The water came up to his knees, and he felt it slowly seeping out of the cavity he occupied. Why was she doing this to him.

Shortly afterward he felt her lying down and could feel her body moving in rhythmic gyrations. He could feel he stomach walls shifting him and
mauling him as she approached her climax, he then felt an almost suffocating constriction of the stomach walls upon him as he heard her scream
out. Then she lay still for some time.

He then felt her get up and begin moving about. He could hear a muffled "How's it going in there?" from above him as she continued to move about.
It was a relief when she finally stopped moving. But moments later he was brought back to terror when he felt the mushed food land upon him. No,
she was eating food. She was deliberately trying to digest him. As more food began to fall into the stomach he could feel the acid "sweating" out of
the stomach walls to greet it. She smell was stifling, and everywhere he came into contact with it was a burning sensation.

In his despair he wept. He wept because he was going to die. He wept because she had killed him, and there was nothing he could do about it. And
he wept because he was going to nourish her weather he wanted to or not. When the food reached an amount that made breathing almost
impossible, she returned again to a laying position and began to bring herself to climax again. The rhythmic motions made it impossible for him to
avoid contact with her stomach acids and he began to scream in agony as she screamed in ecstasy. Shortly after her climax he succumbed to the
relentless onslaught of her stomach acids and became a part of Adeline.

Adeline slept well that night. She woke up to an empty belly and a desire for another man like Mark Bryan. She decided he was one of the more fun
snacks she'd had in a while. As she stepped out the door to head for work that day she realized she would have to ditch his Porsche somewhere
before finding her next victim for sure.