Naomi had been surfing the web haphazardly, when she came upon a website that was beyond strange. It was something about giant women swallowing tiny men.

Alright... that was something she hadn't thought of before...

What the hell could this be about, she thought to herself, and she was sufficiently intrigued to look into it some more.

After some more delving, she came to the conclusion that it was largely men who were posting things and putting up sites. It was also men who most often considered themselves the willing (overtly so or pretending to not be willing) victims of this swallowing. This was certainly different from the types of men she knew, who were mostly domineering and desiring to sexually conquer women.

She only had limited time to spend useless surfing the web, so she had to log off and do more useful things in her life. Still, she was sufficiently intrigued to bookmark the sites she had found.

In her offline life she was a college student, majoring in history, and as such, had plenty of studying to do to keep her mind off this wacky web-fetish that she had stumbled onto. Nevertheless, she had a hard time getting her mind off of it. Men wanting to be small and helpless in the hands of powerful, and often hungry giant women. Those women having the power to do to those men pretty much anything they wanted to do.

There were even certain standard and favourite things that these men wanted done to them. Some wanted to be entered into the woman's vagina – that at least seemed to be derived from 'natural' sexual desire. Others wanted to stepped on and crushed underfoot, but the one that struck her the most of what she found was that which she had started off with – the swallowing of tiny men. They called that 'Vorarephilia', or 'Vore' for short.

This thinking about it, even offline, wasn't doing her studying much good. Why the hell was she mulling it over anyhow? Certainly there was all sorts of wacky stuff on the web, especially stuff of peculiar sexual appeal. The thing was, Naomi was starting to like the thought – a small man, in her power, unable to stop her even from putting him in her mouth and swallowing.

Ok, studying wasn't working. She simply could not get her mind off of this, so she fired up her computer again, and logged on. Perhaps she could find out more about the rationale for this fetish by reading the guestbooks of these websites.

"I am glad to see that somebody had the will to make a site like this, it is simply amazing to know that there are others with this fetish! It would be a dream come true if I could shrink myself!"

And another:

"Wow! What a site! This is the website I've been waiting for a long time. I thought I was the only one with this obsession, but now, I see there are many more people with this being swallowed obsession."

Naomi was disappointed that there wasn't more about why these people were into this, but considering the hits and the guestbooks, there were obviously a lot of them. Naturally not all the fetishists had a website. How many could there be? What of all those who had the dreams but didn't look it up online, but simply kept their desires to themselves? Were there any among the guys that she knew, from school, perhaps?

This gave Naomi somewhat of an idea. She had found that if she focussed really hard on someone, she could read the thoughts of someone who was, so to speak, screaming their thoughts at the top of their brains. She had an empathic ability, not unlike some characters on sci-fi shows, but then much less effective. She giggled, as she came up with an idea.

The following day she wore a shirt to school that somewhat exposed her bellybutton. She also bought a bag of Gummi Bears.

Later that day, between classes, she was hanging out in history club room, where there were also a group of other history majors, mostly guys. Naomi was fairly attractive, and so she drew a fair amount of attention, regardless of the belly-shirt. However, these guys were mostly just history geeks who had a far greater interests in the Civil War or the Middle Ages than in how to chat up girls. She was interested in history, but that didn't mean she wanted to date one of these guys.

She settled in, sitting halfway on one of the tables next to the wall, and listened to some of the conversation that was going around. She made sure that her belly could easily be seen. Others in the room were either joining the conversation – whether or not the American Revolution was an elite-driven movement or a grassroots movement – or just reading a book.

She opened the bag of Gummi Bears, and popped one in her mouth. She kind of scanned the room with her eyes, to see who was paying attention. As she looked in the direction of one of the readers, she saw him hide behind the book.

It was Michael, a somewhat withdrawn person, though from class she knew he was quite intelligent.

Hm... a target, she thought.

"I wonder why they don't make Gummi Men," she said aloud. "I'd like eating a little man."

She opened up her mind as she focused on Michael's thoughts. For her to pick up anything, he'd need to be thinking it quite vigorously.

She closed her eyes to focus better.

Bingo! she thought, as she caught his attentive thought.

She looked at him again, and he ducked behind the book....titled: Catherine the Great.

Later on, she was thinking about that. Michael wished he was little. He was really excited about it, or else she wouldn't have been able to pick that up.

Naomi hadn't really thought much about him before. They had had some classes together, but other than that, not too many words. He kept to himself, and with the attention she got from the other guys, she's not paid him much mind. But he was possibly a shrink and vore fetishist like those that she'd discovered online.

Naomi went back online, to look at some of that GTS stuff. There were quite a few written stories about encounters between large women and miniscule men. She was now reading them, but despite the physical descriptions on some of the characters, she imagined herself as the giantess and Michael as the little man. This was the first time she was imagining herself in the position of the giantess.

She had the power over him... she could do what she wanted. She could swallow him up and feel him inside of her – helpless, being digested.

However weird these people who dreamt all this stuff up were, this certainly was very erotic. This fantasy of power was turning her on.

She was going to confront him on it. She couldn't think of any way she could lose out. His fetish was far more embarrassing than her burgeoning parallel fetish.

She saw him in the hallway. It wasn't very busy at the moment, as most people were in class. He went toward a stairwell. She'd have him alone in there, so she followed him.

"Michael?" she called to him.

He had descended the stairwell and now turned around to look up at her.

She focused on his mind.

"Um, yes?" he asked.

"I had a question for you," she said, slowly and sexily walking down the stairs toward him, to entice him all the more.

"Shoot," he said casually, not acting as if he was particularly impressed, though he was not a very convincing actor.

"What are GTS and Vore?", she asked.

She did not need her empathy skill to get into his mind on that one. His face clearly gave away that he was somewhat shocked at her question.

"I... don't know," he said looking away.

"Yes you do, Michael," she said back to him, training her mind on his.

"What is VORE?" she asked again, saying the word and opening her mouth quite a bit to do so.

His eyes were trained on her mouth as she said this. In his mind she could see him wanting to leap in. She opened wider, allowing him a better look. She felt a powerful tingling sensation at that moment, as her thoughts watched his, and he gazed at her throat. Involuntarily, he was falling forward somewhat. He caught himself. She looked at him, closed her mouth and swallowed, smilingly.

"Sorry, I've really got to get to class," he mumbled, and quickly walked away.

As he did so, however, Naomi noticed that he seemed a touch shorter and roomier in his clothes.

What the hell? she thought to herself. Did this have something to do with her empathy power? There had definitely been a wonderful erotic feeling of power during that encounter. She had loved it. It was a pity that he had escaped her.

RING!

The phone went. It was rather late, and Naomi wondered who it could be calling her up. She picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi... Naomi?"

It was Michael.

"Hi..er.. your phone number was in the history club directory. I kinda wanted to talk about what happened this afternoon."

She definitely had him, she figured. She could hear it in his voice. This gave her even greater self-confidence.

"Sure, why don't you come to my apartment," she said, and gave him the address.

He had thought to just talk to her over the phone about this, but she had indicated a personal meeting too matter-of-factly for him to turn it down.

Not too much later her doorbell rang. She opened the door. She was wearing the same belly shirt as she had been earlier, and some shorts. Her legs were uncovered, and her feet were bare. He was dressed the same way he had been before, though somewhat more sloppily.

"Hi Michael," she said warmly, motioning him inside.

He looked up somewhat shyly. Walking in, he looked around him, but not really taking notice of much.

"Take a seat," she told him, motioning toward a wooden chair.

She sat herself down on the sofa, and put her foot up on the coffee table.

She had thought about this, and was enjoying the slight power game she was playing. He took the seat across from her. Seeing her sit down so carelessly, he was somewhat intimidated by her casual treatment of something that was feeling like a horrible lump in his throat. And there was that lovely foot of hers in such plain view.

"What did you have on your mind, Michael?" she inquired, though she was perfectly aware.

He looked back up at her face.

"What made you ask me about GTS, today?" He asked her, regaining his composure while going on the questioning offensive.

"I just had a hunch that you were into that," she answered.

She slightly moved her foot to regain his attention. Naomi had noticed how GTS and foot worship kind of went hand in hand. It appeared to be true with Michael, in any case. His eyes indeed strayed back to her foot. He had clearly lost the initiative.

"And the way you reacted," she continued "definitely confirmed that for me."

He didn't say anything, for a moment. Not knowing what to say. He had made a plan for this dialogue, but his plan was already dashed asunder.

"Michael. Why don't you just kiss my foot," she said more than asked.

She could feel the overwhelming desire within him to do so. If she just said it like that, she knew he wouldn't be able to resist. He looked somewhat shocked, and was about to say something.

"Go on, just do it," she said, encouragement in her voice.

Her mind was now fully trained on his. It was amazing this link she was now able to make between their minds. She'd never had it so powerfully before.

He knelt down on the far side of the coffee table. He leaned over the table, and his lips gently met the sole of her foot. The tingle struck her like a wave of ice-cold water. It was like the feeling in the stairwell, but far more powerful. He could feel it too, and he gave himself fully into the business of kissing her feet. He closed his eyes, and gave into his submission to her.

Naomi, on the other hand, looked at him intently. Her mind was reading his like an open book. The thoughts were so powerful. Though there was an element of shame involved, she could also tell that this is what he had wanted so desperately for so very long. As she continued to study his mind and his foot service, she also noticed something else. He appeared to be a touch smaller than before – certainly smaller than before they had encountered one another in the stairwell. Was this another element of her mind power?

As if by instinct, she reached out to him with her mind. It was as if she was taking ahold of him telepathically, and pushing him closer to her foot. She owned him!! The tingle grew yet more powerful. Her mind clutched his, and it was evident that this was painful to him, but he had no choice but to continue. He did continue, but the pain grew. Was her foot getting larger? After a few more horrible, yet delightful, moments, he passed out.

Michael awoke. He didn't open his eyes, but attempted to feel around. He seemed to be laying naked on a sheet with a firm mattress under him. He didn't feel any blankets over him. He figured that he must have thrown them off of him – his dreams had been quite vivid. But then something struck him. He could hear breathing that was not his own. He opened his eyes, but things were still dark.

He heard the ignition of a lighter, and he looked about. An arm came over him – the hand holding the lighter, and it lit a candle. His groggy eyes were not functioning properly, as something seemed very strange. He shut them to wash the grog out of them. Opening them again, Michael looked around a bit more awake now. He saw a large fleshy mass with what looked like a belly-button set into it.

"Hi there, Michael," he heard a loud, yet warm voice.

He looked in the direction of the voice, and what he saw shocked him. That thing that had looked like belly-button in fact was a belly button, and he was looking at the gargantuan Naomi whom it belonged to. She was monstrously large, and lying down on a gigantic bed.

"It...uh... wasn't a dream, then?" he stammered.

"Nope, it wasn't," she said, smiling. "You're mine."

He didn't say anything... just looked around him.

"To tell you the truth, I'm as surprised as you are. Your giving yourself to my foot seems to have somehow dissipated you into a tiny man – just like in your fantasies."

"How do you know my fantasies...?" he asked, "I've not told anyone about them."

"No, but I can read minds," she answered. "It's a long story, but I caught onto you when you saw me with the Gummi Bears."

She leaned in close, her mouth just about 8 feet (compared to him) away.

"They were delicious," she added.

His brain went into action, trying to figure out exactly how large she was, or how small he was.

"You're one inch tall," she said, saving him the calculation.

"I've fantasized about this thousands of times," he offered. "I don't know why..."

"With me?" she asked.

"Well. A couple of times," He confessed with a blush and bashful smile.

"I hadn't thought about it at all, 'till I found it on the web, a couple of days ago," she told him. "It took me by surprise, but some of those stories were really erotic, and I could really imagine myself as one of those gigantic powerful women, swallowing up some helpless little man."

"I posted some of those stories,...." he declared. But then it struck him. "You're not going to swallow me up, are you?"

She looked at him. Now that he was tiny and in her power, it was even less of a task to pick through his thoughts. As he asked this question, there was a desperate dilemma in his mind. The thought of being swallowed by her was the most enticing thing he had ever thought about, and now her mouth was right in front of him, totally capable of engulfing him and sending him into her belly. On the other hand, that would, beyond any doubt, be the end of him, and death wasn't one of his greatest ambitions.

She caught every neuron-flare of this dilemma of his, and felt exactly the kind of dialectic that was violently gripping his brain.

"Yes, I am," she said.

His mouth went completely dry. She had just declared that she was going to kill him.

Naomi savoured the mix of fear and desire that she could read within his mind. Beyond the fantasy, she hadn't really known what her plan with him had been. Surely this was where the stories all lead to, but it was no longer fiction now. Now there was a living,breathing man, just one inch tall, right in front of her, and she could do anything with him. When he had asked the question, she just went with the moment. Now as she was thinking about it, the thought became so much more erotic.

Yes, she would send this little man to her belly. Of course it was a tragedy, but what or who could stop her? She was all-powerful over him.

Naomi's gaze at him took a different demeanour now. Where before she had smiled at him and spoken warmly, her visage now grew threatening. His knees began to buckle, but her mind then gripped his. The telepathy was no longer one-way. her mind boomed into his. It was also no longer simply telepathy. Through no impulse of his own, he stood up. She held him with her will, and moved him according to her desire.

His body walked slowly toward her belly. Her mind released him. He knew what she wanted him to do, and it was pointless for him to resist, and he knew it.

He stood before her abdomen, knelt down and kissed her right beside the belly button. There were tears streaming down his cheeks. Her hand now moved toward him, palm upwards. She could, of course, toy with him a bit first, but in fact she was somewhat anxious to have him inside her. It was the only thing she really wanted at this point – another human sacrificed to her being.

He stepped into her hand and she lifted him to her mouth. Their eyes met for a moment. Naomi looked worshipful and predatory to him. She smiled at him, before she opened up her mouth to receive him. She was completely aware of his thoughts, and could control them if she chose to do so. She, however, preferred that he step into her mouth of his own will.

Michael stared into her gaping mouth. It was the most beautiful sight to him. He knew that there was nothing for it but that he would step inside and he would never leave her body alive.

He stepped over the threshold of her jaw. He put his hands on her lower incisors to help himself across. Now standing between her gums and her tongue, he stared again toward the depth of her throat.

Her mouth began to close slowly. He knelt on her tongue, and then laid himself down completely. Naomi's tongue was soft and comfortable. His sight failed as her mouth closed, cutting off all light inside her.

He lay there for a few moments, contemplating how he would soon be nothing, save some nutrients to feed her. Her thoughts, however, caressed his mind, ebbing away all fear of his impending death. He knew she was savoring him being in her mouth, before she would swallow him, send him into her throat, down to her stomach.

She mused comfort into his mind, and then slowly swallowed. Michael slid down her throat. He was resigned to this fate, and as a reward she numbed his mind from his body, that would soon be dissolving in her stomach juices.

He landed in those juices. It felt warm to him – even comfortable, as he could not feel the acid eating him away. It didn't take long for him to dissipate into her stomach. He had been a human, like her, and now he was her food. Naomi smiled contentedly as she thought of Michael having met his end in her belly just to please her.