"Well," I started tentatively, as if walking on
nails. "I thank you for your honesty... however brutal it may have
been." I looked up into her massive eyes, locking our gazes. "Here's
the thing. Technically, I failed. I ended up getting swallowed and sent down to
your stomach."
"You're not seriously suggesting what I think you are,
are you...?" I could see that voracious gleam in Jo's eyes again, her lips
curling into a smile slowly.
The thing is, despite everything I’d been through,
everything I’d done to survive the last twenty-four hours, despite every part
of what remained of my sanity screaming how terrible an idea it was… that was exactly
what I was suggesting.
“Here’s the thing,” I started tentatively. “Don’t get me
wrong, the last day has been… a living hell. A hot, damp, stinking living
hell.” Jo narrowed her eyes at me; whether out of offence or amusement, I
couldn’t possibly tell, but the smile on her face didn’t dissipate. “But… it’s
also been the living experience of every single one of my fantasies. And as
terrifying, life-threatening and dangerous as it was… I fucking loved every
minute of it.”
I had to pause for a second, just to get some amusement out
of the look of amazement that passed Jo's face.
"You mean to tell me that you enjoyed EVERY part of
your time in my mouth?"
"Yep."
"Including all my meals, the gum, the running..."
"Mhm."
"Even my breath?"
"Especially your breath."
"Jesus, you are one kinky little bastard, aren't
you?"
"Oh, you have no idea."
Giving her a little rundown of what exactly I was into; it
needn't be repeated here, as I'm sure one has a good idea of my fantasies by
now considering one has just read about them; I continued.
“All of that… it’s been hell, but it’s also been the
greatest experience of my life. And well… I don’t know if anything else could
top that. So, much as this is going to sound insane… I have a request.” I
looked up at her, into her huge eyes, with more conviction than I had at any
other time since this whole escapade began.
“I want you to eat me.”
Once again, I took a moment to register the surprise on Jo’s
face. Given how she’d been dangling the threat of that over me for the last
day, the fact that I’d straight up asked for it must have been a bit of a
blindside to her, especially considering my tenacity and drive to avoid
precisely that fate. At last, she managed to overcome her shock enough to utter
one word in amazement:
“Why??”
The same question had been racing around the saner parts of
my mind for the last few minutes. But that primal part of me had taken over; my
dick was now doing all the thinking, and it knew exactly the answer.
“As I said… this has been the greatest experience of my
life. My greatest fantasies have all been played out… save for one. I want to
feel what it’s like to be eaten. To give myself up to you knowing that you are
about to torture me as you have been doing, trap me in your mouth, savour me,
and then swallow me whole, ending my life by damning me to the pit of your
stomach. Call me crazy, but the thought of it, the finality of it… has never
sounded more appealing right now. And I know I’ll never forgive myself if I
don’t take this opportunity, when it’s within grabbing distance. Otherwise the
desire will consume me… so either way, I’m going to get consumed.” I looked up
at her with a somewhat sheepish grin at the terrible joke I’d made. “Wouldn’t
you rather you did it than anything else?”
Again, she seemed shocked; given I’d essentially just given
her permission to kill me, that wasn’t necessarily surprising. I could see her
thinking it over in her head, eyes staring blankly at me as she weighed over
the emotional spiel I’d just given her. It felt like an eternity, but I could
see the predatory side of her, the side that had enjoyed torturing me so,
enjoyed devouring her tiny victims, winning her over. Her face relaxed, a smile
slowly spread over her face… and I could, as I had so many times during the
last day I’d been put through this experience, see that predatory glint in her
eye.
“Well… I’ve never had someone ask me to devour them before.
And you really are a kinky little fucker. But I’ve gotta say, the idea of
giving you one final ordeal, before swallowing you whole and ending your puny
existence… has never sounded better. So if you’re really so eager for that…”
Her smile split into a grin, and those rank yellow teeth
glistened at me as if in anticipation.
“I’m sure I can fit you into my breakfast.”
Slowly, her huge arm raised into the air, extending her
fingers towards me. The huge pads of her finger and thumb once again crushed me
with their grip as I was lifted into the air and towards her colossal face,
voracious eyes drinking my tiny form in just as I was ogling her grin with
excitement, anticipation, and below it all a primal, adrenaline-inducing fear. Suspending me just in front of
her lips, she let her tongue loose, and let it serenely, menacingly, glide
across her upper lip and then her lower, before flicking the tip at me as it
disappeared back into the revolting cavern. This wasn’t the groggy, hungover
girl I’d seen at the start of the conversation- this was Jo clearly in her
predatory element. She wanted to give me a show before consigning me to her
digestive tract- and I was here for it. She pressed me up against her lips in a
kiss, almost sucking me in in the process, before letting me fall back into her
now open palm now somewhat dampened, a thin strand of saliva connecting me back
to the giantess’s maw momentarily before breaking and lashing back onto her
face.
Her grin, that menacing line of filthy, yellow-brown teeth
filled my vision, and a familiar hot, stinking wind enveloped my senses as she
began to breathily, almost sultrily, speak to me.
“Do you remember how this started?”
Her grin split wide, and her disgusting maw yawned before
me, stained incisors hanging far above my prone form like guillotines. I knew
what was coming as I felt my hair stand on end and the very air sucked from
around me, yet took the time to admire the gloomy, rank cavern in all its
majesty one last time- the plaque-caked, brownish-yellow molars, the strands of
milky saliva drooping and splitting between the ribbed roof of her mouth and
her monstrous, scum-coated tongue, and her meaty uvula dangling at the very
back guarding the portal into her throat that I’d soon be travelling into.
Moments later, Jo hit me with the full force of her stinking breath; a caustic,
swampy gale reeking of that all-too-familiar yet utterly toxic stench of
morning breath, vomit, stale milk and bitter coffee. She sighed a little as she
deeply exhaled onto me, filling my ears with the resonating hum of her voice-
for several seconds, that felt like years, my world was that all-encompassing
sound, that rancid stench, the hot, fetid dampness that covered my whole body
as well as the great palm around me. Even as it was still dying down, her
tongue came next, slithering out of her maw and towards me before plowing into
me with full force. The rank, slimy muscle pinned me to the pliant surface of
her palm with surprising strength, before beginning to probe me, every tastebud
slithering over my skin and thoroughly sliming me, coating me in a sheen of her
equally awful smelling drool. No part of me was left unmolested as Jo
relentlessly tasted me, suffocating me as her hot, inquisitive tongue explored
over my face, cutting off my air supply only for another helping of her awful
breath to assault me just as it once again moved south, leaving me spluttering
in the hellish, heavy atmosphere. This wasn’t like the ordeals Jo had subjected
to me before- this was heavier, felt like it had more impetus, more… Hunger,
the word popping into my head as my face was once again subsumed under her
undulating tongue. This isn’t the girl who was teasingly teaching me lessons
yesterday morning. This is a predator, a titaness whose mind is set on
devouring her prey. That Jo just wanted to torture me.
This one wants to devour me.
Words could not adequately describe the ecstasy that thought
brought me.
Her tongue began to actively push me up, out of the nest of
the palm of her hand, which had become quite inundated with her stinking spit,
up towards her fingers- I felt with my back being pushed into the slight crook
between her middle and index fingers. As I was pushed higher, towards her
fingertips, I realised my wall was becoming a ceiling; Jo was, while still
subjecting me to the whims of her tongue, no longer pressing me with it but
rather pressing me into it, her fingers sinking into the pliant muscle
and enveloping my whole body in rough tastebuds and accumulated tongue scum.
Forcing my head upwards, I realised I was now inside her mouth- to the sides I
could see her immense molars amid the sea of tongue and saliva, and feel the
oppressive heat from her breath grow even hotter as I was thrusted deeper
inside the sweltering cave. She was pushing me up her tongue, her tasting
growing more intense- as my body went, it accumulated scum along the way and
coated me in the rank mixture of bacteria, saliva, and residue. Just as I could
see her uvula dangling above me, and thought the final ingestion was near, the
pressure from her fingers changed direction, and I was pulled back down her
tongue as she moaned in pleasure- whether from my taste or her enjoyment of my
torture, one couldn’t tell. This motion continued for some time- up and down,
up and down- until the heretofore rhythmic pattern of her breathing stunted,
and suddenly a belch ripped through her maw, almost blowing out my eardrums and
assaulting me with a hurricane of a wind carrying a stench even more vile and
acidic than that of her breath. Unable to hold back after a mix of the
stimulation, stench, and the whole overwhelming experience of it all, I came
then and there, writhing in orgasm under her fingers into the hot, slimy flesh
underneath me. Whether the titaness noticed this or not, given my size, I
wasn’t sure, but it was then that she finally decided to pull me out of her
mouth, soaked through, utterly bedraggled and thoroughly exhausted, slipping me
off her fingers and onto the cool, hard surface of the breakfast bar.
“Look at me.”
Obediently, I looked up at Jo, gazing down at me like some
beautiful, hungry goddess. The predatory glint in her eyes almost seemed to
sparkle, and her breathing was fast- clearly, she was enjoying this moment as
much as I was. The question was simple, but the resonance was massive:
“Are you ready to be eaten by me?”
The last shreds of my sanity begged and pleaded with me to
say no, beg for my life, turn and run. But instead, I nodded, meekly. It was
all I could muster after the experience she’d just subjected me to.
“Good. Then I want you to walk into my mouth…” she began to
lower her head… “…to feed yourself to me.”
Her eyes remained locked onto me, seemingly almost
unblinking, as she opened her grisly maw wide for a final time.
It seemed almost peaceful. The humid, stinking air of her
breath had calmed to a lazy breeze, and before me the horrific, beautiful sight
of her wide open jaws looked almost serene. Tentatively, I began to walk
forward, her mouth getting bigger as I closed in on it until her top row of
teeth loomed ominously above me. Almost regally, her tongue slipped over her
bottom teeth to greet me, the tip landing with a barely audible squelch on the
countertop, rivulets of saliva running down to the surface to pool at my feet.
I stopped just before it, took one last look at the sheer majesty of it all,
the exhilarating, terrifying experience I was about to go through, and with a
deep breath gave myself, finally, totally, to my gigantic former co-worker as
her sustenance.
For the last time, I entered Jo’s mouth.
I’d never properly walked on her tongue. During the previous
day I’d either stuck to the sides of her mouth or been tossed around like a piece
of gum by it- actually walking on it was an interesting experience. The flesh
gave easily beneath my feet, and the saliva was a constant slip hazard- but
despite both of these, I walked calmly, almost coolly up the incline of her
tongue and under her yellowed, grimy teeth, feeling the swamplike heat
intensify on my face, and the overpowering stench fill my nostrils. Already
saliva was dripping copiously from the roof of her mouth- clearly, Jo was
excited to finally get it over with and devour me- and when I reached the
centre of her tongue, I stopped, sat down, and awaited the inevitable.
“I’m all yours, Jo. Eat me.”
The massive voice that resonated around me sounded almost
shaky- whether with pleasure or anticipation, I’ll never know.
“Enjoy the trip..”
Her jaws snapped shut with a echoing clack, sealing me
forever into the gloom of her body. Immediately her tongue bucked, shooting me
backwards into the depths of her maw. I was immediately pent up in a maelstrom
of saliva, caught up in a swirling river of stale, odious liquid as her uvula
sailed past above me. The natural hum of her insides rose to a crescendo as I
felt the incline of her tongue steepen, and like the drop on a rollercoaster I
felt my anticipation finally release as terror, letting out a guttural,
piercing scream that was entirely eclipsed by the booming, wet squelch of her
swallow.
GLRRRRKKKKKKKK
Primal, animalistic panic took hold as I entered the close,
slick confines of her throat, squeezing me down alongside the torrent of saliva
into the dark depths of the giantess’s body. Struggling in blind terror only
served to push me down harder as Jo above me repeatedly gulped to ensure I went
down and stayed down, the roar of her beating heart reaching a crescendo before
dying down again, replaced by the squelching rumble of her stomach, eager to
accept its new guest. As I hit the sphincter, the saliva gushed past me and
into the bubbling pit, leaving me to be squeezed through the opening and
falling feet-first into the churning, disgusting soup of Jo’s stomach contents.
Submerged fully in the vile substance, I thrashed to get back above it, my head
breaking the surface just in time to hear the massive, satisfied-sounding
rumble of Jo belching again, before the whole chamber shook as if struck by an
earthquake- which, I realised, was Jo patting her belly.
How to describe the experience of being trapped in a woman’s
stomach, knowing I was destined to, indeed had chosen to, die? In the gloom of
her stomach, floating in the revolting chyme that was already starting to eat
at my skin with nothing but the immense echoing groans and squelches of her
guts for company, my panic strangely subsided, and I reached something coming
towards acceptance. Even as the titaness above me began devouring her bowl of
cereal once again, sending sour milk and mushy cereal residue raining down on
me, seemingly already forgetting about the morsel whose life she’d just
condemned, I felt a peace wash over me as the slurry of her digestive tract
began to numb my legs and body. For all I’d fought, for all I’d strived to stay
alive for the whole day inside her hellish maw, and even for how hard and
desperately I’d fought to stay alive within the very stomach I was now happy to
stew in, my prevailing thought was that I’d made the right choice. Allowing Jo
to torture and devour me, the sheer experience of her mouth and breath and the
existential knowledge of the finality of it all, had culminated in a
strange, almost insane-sounding sense of contentment that I had traded in my
life, submitted my life to her, this colleague of mine who had become my
torturer, my whole world and then my devourer. Perhaps it was insanity- perhaps
it was the same kind of self-sacrificial devotion that those committed to some
deity or another feel- but as my head slipped below the mush and my body began
to fail me, after my long battle against submitting to Jo’s body, submitting
myself to her felt… right.
I passed away, in the depth’s of Jo’s stomach, with a smile
on my face.