Hanging upside down in front of a beautiful girl's face was not the way I had expected to face death, thought Tucker. Seeing as he was going to die a slow, horrible, painful death in the belly of a woman whom he had considered a friend, it was a fairly astute observation. Still, he had had time to get used to the idea.
 
"Go on Amy. Do it," came the voice of Jessica somewhere behind him.
"Good heaven's woman! The last thing she needs is encouragement," said Tucker as he met the gaze of Amy's brown eyes. She seemed to be hesitating more than she had with the others. Perhaps she remembered their friendship and couldn't easily betray the trust that had been between them. Perhaps it was Tucker's occupation as a man of God that soured an experience that she had shown every indication of severing up until now. Perhaps, thought Tucker remorsefully, she's just full. It wouldn't be surprising. Between the two giantesses, they had eaten the entire town.
That last possibility seemed to be discredited as Amy opened her mouth...
 
Three days earlier.
 
It was hot in the desert. Shimmering waves of heat distorted the valley in the distance bending the light and confusing the mind. It almost looked like the ocean was hiding just at the edge of the horizon, waiting to cleanse a hot traveler of grime and dirt. For a brief moment Tucker imagined the caress of the waves upon his body. It was a fleeting image, boiled away by the kiln in which he stood, sticky with sweat and mildly sunburned. Hmm. Maybe if he had darker skin like his father had had then he would feel more comfortable.
 
"Hang on you guys, lets take five. I gotta reapply the sunscreen."
Amy and Jessica, both of whom had been only a few steps of Tucker, nodded wearily, too tired or too thirsty to speak. They slung off their packs in the shade of the steep cliff side and took long pulls of their canteens while Tucker fished for the SPF 50 in his backpack. Whatever one needs is sure to find its way to the bottom of the bag, ask any hiker and he'll tell you so. Predictably, that's where Tucker found the sunscreen. He began repacking his rucksack with the items he had needed to remove to obtain the cream and then squirted a generous amount of the white pasty substance into his hands and began to rub it into his arms and face.
 
Tossing the bottle to Jessica, she being the nearer of the two girls to him, he pulled out his own canteen along with some trail mix to give them some extra energy.
 
"Must be a hundred degrees farenheight out today," commented Amy. She tried to sound nonchalant about it but there was an underlying weariness to the statement that was characteristic of someone who knew that there was no air-conditioned movie theater to escape to. No, they would be walking in this for the rest of the day.     
 
"One hundred and three to be exact," amended Jessica who had a tiny thermometer dangling from the side of her pack.
 
Tucker didn't see the point of knowing the temperature. If it was hot, it was hot. There was nothing you could do about it.
 
He glanced over at his travel companions. They were both his age, towards the ladder half of twenties. They were both exceptionally beautiful. It was hard not to notice, especially with the shorts Jessica wore. Not that he knew Jessica well. Amy was his friend and she was a knockout too... maybe not so much right now but then again, all three of them were hot and thirsty.
 
Jessica stole the bag of trail mix from Tucker and grabbed a handful of peanuts before passing the bag to Amy.
 
"How long do you figure Tuck?" asked Amy.
 
"Another couple hours and we'll be through the worst of the heat. I figure we can take it easy for a time. No sense getting heatstroke. Why don't we relax at the entrance to that cave over there? The air will be much cooler?"
 
He should have spotted the cave sooner. His father would have been angry that he hadn't seen it. "Keep you eyes open," he had always said. "The reason people miss so much is because they have their eyes on their shoes and not what's around them."
 
Tucker's father had been a pureblooded Native American and the best tracker Tucker had ever known. He had also been a sergeant in the army. Had been, until he was killed. It had been a life-altering experience to get his father's body back, full of holes but with a tiny Silver Star and a note that said he had died for his country.
 
Tucker's mom had been devastated. She started drinking more and her artwork, normally suffused with cheer as if she had poured liquid sunshine into the canvas, became dark and morbid. It still raked in the cash though. As it turned out there was a market for paintings reflecting the long dark midnight of the soul and she and her son led a comfortable living with her work. Not to mention Tuck's father's life insurance.  
 
It was probably his father's death that led Tucker to become a priest. His mother was Polish and pure Catholic. After the burial, Tuck started attending daily Mass and struck up a friendship with the local priest. Six years later he graduated from seminary and settled down at a parish not too far from where he grew up. It had saved him, he had always thought. God had saved him from what he would have become after his dad died. He glanced over at the two women sitting beside them. Any red-blooded man would give his right hand to be on a campout with those two. But aside from his mother, Tuck decided that no one could have understood the bond he had shared with his father. A bond forged in the head of the desert and cemented with the dusty tracks of a thousand animals. No, few people could understand that kind of a bond. In church and in nature, Tucker had felt the presence of the Almighty and known peace and understanding. It was then that he decided to dedicate his life to Christianity. Since he became a priest he carried that peace with him wherever he went.
 
But that didn't mean that it made those two girls any less interesting to look at. They were gorgeous. Amy had wanted to go for a hiking trip and since she and Tucker were old friends from high school, she had asked him along for his survival expertise and pleasant company. She had brought Jess, a collage friend of hers, with them.
 
Making their way over to the cave Tuck tried not to notice the sway of Jessica's buttocks, clad in tight shorts. She was a dancer and it showed. He distracted himself with the tracks of a mouse around a nearby rock while they proceeded to the cave.
 
Tracks are fun to study and when Tucker looked up again he notice the ladies disappearing into the mouth of the dark cave. Straightening up and brushing the sweat that had been running into his eyes, he started towards the cave.
 
Upon entering, he took out his flashlight, requiring another search through the bag, and made his way into the cave where he was sure he would come across the two females sprawled out on the delightfully cool ground.
 
 Instead, he found himself venturing deeper into the cave than he liked. When the mouth of the cave became more of a speck of light he stopped and hallooed the girls. The echo coming back was distorted, as if it had traveled around many different tunnels before finding its way back to him.
 
Not liking this whatsoever he marked an arrow on a nearby rock pointing towards sunlight. Then he wove one of his climbing ropes around the rock and started feeding it out as he continued down the corridor, stopping to halloo for the girls ever hundred feet or so. Damn woman and their curiosity. He really was glad that he decided to be a priest and forever rid himself of stupidity like this.
 
"Amy?" he called. "Jessica?"
 
"Yes we're back here," the response finally came, somewhat below him it seemed to Tuck. He shone his light high ahead of him and as a result missed the drop-off right before him.
 
Stumbling down a sort of hill, he came to rest at the feet of the two girls. They weren't looking his way but concentrating on something in Jessica's hands.
 
"What the hell possessed you two to climb back here?" demanded Tucker, not bothering to keep annoyance out of his voice.
 
"It seemed like it wanted us to come," said Amy.
She pointed at the object Jessica was holding. It was a statue of a woman. It glittered in the light and it reminded Tucker of Indiana Jones going after the Indian Idol.
 
"We're going to be famous. It's certainly a relic belonging to some ancient tribe!" exclaimed Jessica, practically jumping up and down.
"Wait just a moment," interjected Tucker. "If this thing is all the way back in here maybe there's a reason it's back here."
"Don't be such a sourpuss Tucker," said Jessica scornfully. "A man of your education and profession should know better than to believe in curses."
"I don't believe in them but I still think that it might be best if we left it where you found it. There may be an archeological reason for it. If we just put it back where we found it we can go back to town and convince a scientist to come back and take a look at the area. They'll want to catalog where everything is and it's important that we don't move anything!"
"I already picked it up. Besides, we'll need something with which to convince a historian that we found something worth the hike up here."
 
Tuck reluctantly agreed and together the three of them made their way back to the entrance of the cave.
 
When they stepped outside into the sunlight, something odd began to happen. It seemed to Tucker that the earth began to shake and suddenly he found himself flying through the air. A rock rose up from below him and suddenly everything went dark.
 
When he came to, it was dark out. Tuck sat up and immediately wished he hadn't. His head was in agony. He felt around for a moment and discovered a welt that would have made a UFC fighter wince.
 
Staggering to his feat he looked around for the females. There was no sign of them. Rocks had been thrown about in the most unusual fashion and after some staggering around Tucker fell into a somewhat oval shaped crater with a strange wavy pattern imprinted in the ground within. Odd.
 
He climbed out and looked down the gradual slope of the mountain on which he stood. Ovals, pressed into the ground at regular intervals led down the mountain. He wondered what could have caused it. They almost looked like a pair of... footprints.
 
Looking back in one of the oval creators he studied the wavy pattern within. It was the exact same pattern Amy's shoes had made.
 
He ran to another creator. It was identical to Jessica's tracks only larger.
Uh oh.
What his mind was telling him was impossible. It just wasn't credible. Was this truely some ancient curse? How could this be real?
 
It took him all night to follow the tracks to the base of the mountain where he discovered the additional tracks of a few normal sized people.
 
Putting his skills to the test he was able to discern that the normal sized folk were startled by the giantesses. What worried him was that the giantesses’ footprints led in two different directions from here and there were no normal footprints leading anywhere. The giantesses had taken the people somewhere. But to what purpose? Had they found someone needing help and come to their aid?
 
His only option was to choose a set of tracks and follow it to the end. He chose Amy's and hoped that he could catch up to her if she had chosen to rest the night.
 
Two days later he came across something that he should have expected but didn't recognize until he was nearby. It was an enormous pile of waste, no doubt belonging to Amy. It didn't smell as bad as it could have after being bleached in the sun for a day. He hurried around the pile and followed the tracks. He skirted a fallen tree that looked like it had been pulled up by the branches and discarded after wiping... what the hell was that?
 
The tree had obviously been used in place of toilet paper but it was something in the tree that had caught Tuck's attention. Stepping a bit closer he realized it was what he suspected, a bone. There was nothing surprising about that. Amy would have gotten hungry and plucking a deer between her fingers would be easy enough judging by the size of her shoes. Finding enough food would be troublesome at her size so it would be understandable if she had simply swallowed the creature like a normal sized person would eat ants or bug for survival. 
 
Just as he was about to turn away, Tuck noticed something else, another bone but this one more obscured. It looked like a skull. Not a deer skull but a skull! Tuck stepped closer in spite of himself and nudged the skull free. It rolled a bit and then stopped, it's empty eye sockets staring back at him. A cold shiver ran through Tucker as he realized why there were no hiker tracks leading away from where the giantesses had found them. Amy and Jessica had eaten them.
 
Tucker crossed himself. Finding Amy seemed like less of a good idea now so he started hurrying back the way he came. His only delay was a brief burial of the skull and the other bone, it looked like an arm bone but Tuck couldn't be sure, and a prayer before leaving. He didn't see any other bones and didn't feel quite up to the task to start looking.
 
As it turned out, Amy found him. He heard her footsteps, fast and unencumbered by her new size. The vibrations in the ground came quick and steady. He had time to hide. Hell, he could hide better than anyone in the whole nature reserve. Evasion was another one of his father's skills and Tucker had learned it well.
 
However, he decided against this. Amy had not eaten him before. Perhaps she would spare him again. Besides what if she found someone else to eat? She might have devoured someone but that didn't mean she had to again. If he could talk some sense into her he might bring out the good in her. Wasn't that his job as a priest?
 
It was with no little amount of trepidation that he stepped out into the giantess's path a moment later. Waving his arms and a red shirt he had pulled from his bag, (the bottom of it), he managed to attract her attention before she stepped on him.
 
What amazed Tucker was the sheer size of the girl. It was hard to guess how high she was with no frame of reference. Staring up at her she was outlined by the blue sky overhead. She bent down towards him, her hands on her knees.
 
Tuck practically ran for cover. He managed to stop this reaction but didn't quite suppress raising his hands above his head, instinctively protecting himself from the falling sky. At least it seemed like a falling sky. That much of anything coming right at a person causes instinct to kick in. However Tucker's fears were baseless and Amy simply looked down at him. 

"Tucker?" she boomed, her voice as loud as a crack of thunder. Tuck flinched at the sound of his own name sounding across the plains as loud as a rock concert he recently attended.  

"Ye-Yes. It's me," he said timidly.

"What?" bellowed Amy causing another involuntary jump from Tucker. "You're going to have to speak up. I can't hear you all that well when you talk so softly. Here, let me help you." Amy reached down and snatched him up. Tucker realized that she moved so quickly that there wasn't a damn thing he could have done to avoid her grasp. Sitting down herself, she brought Tucker to her face and smiled at him. It was a reassuring expression that told him they were still friends, at least for now. 

"Amy!" Tuck shouted. "How did this happen?"

Amy shrugged. "I dunno. It must have been that statue. Grew me and Jessica right up. We've been having a ball since. It's so wonderful being a giantess." 

"How about for the people you met? The people you... ate?"

Amy's eyes grew wide (wider than they already were) as she stared at the little man in her grasp in wonder. "How did you..."

"Your waste. I saw the bones."

Amy suddenly looked remorseful, deflated. "Jessica found several hikers on the trail. We played with them, convincing them not to fear us. It was Jessica who ate the first one. We didn't plan it. I swear. I only ate one guy. I felt horrible after I thought about it! Really I did!"

"That does not excuse the fact that you ended another human's life in a most violent an horrible way. Can you imagine the agony he went through as you chewed him?"

"Swallowed," corrected Amy.

"Whatever! I would never have believed that my friend was capable of such an atrocity!"

"It was peer pressure. Jess was doing it. She would have eaten him anyway. She ate four guys."

"It's no excuse!"

"I know!" wailed Amy, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispered and dissolved into sobs.

"There, there," calmed Tuck. "You have the opportunity to redeem yourself. We can make haste together to find Jessica before she does more damage. Then perhaps we'll return to the cave and see if we can find something to restore you too to normal size."

"I can do that already," Amy informed him. "I can change my size from this tall to back to normal. I already did it once. Jessica too!"

"Amazing," said Tony, shaking his head. Still if she could grow to be as tall as a skyscraper than why not shrink too? He was having a hard time wrapping his head around the situation as it was. 

"You've been given an incredible gift to do good for others, Amy. You could move heavy objects and come to the aid of rescue workers during a natural disaster. God may forgive this one lack of judgment if you resolve to lead a peaceful life. But for now we must hurry after Jessica!" TBC

They caught up with Jessica a few hours later. As it turned out she had found a small town. Rising above it like a child above a lego castle, she dominated the scene, her shoes hidden behind several buildings. She looked unperturbed by the heat and the sun, as did Amy now that Tucker came to think about it.
 
As they approached, Tucker clearly saw Jessica lift a tiny, squirming form to her lips and push it in. Swallowing they heard a "Mmm, yummy," echo throughout the valley.
 
"Jess!" called Amy unexpectedly and Tucker clapped his hands to his ears. He wished his friend had given him some warning before she spoke.
"Amy!" shouted Jessica. "Good to see you. I found a whole town here. Come on, they're even better tasting than those guys we ate earlier. Besides, after eating only three you're probably craving more."
 
"Three?" parroted Tucker with an accusing glance at Amy. Amy gave a guilty grin. 
"Okay," she conceded to him. "So I ate more than one. I was too embarrassed to tell you."
Tucker's reprimands were drown out by Jessica's voice. "Oh, you already got one."
"Yeah, I found Tucker," said Amy, waving him around so he thought he might be sick.
"You going to eat him? I'd bet he tastes good."
"No, he's my friend!"
"Then can I have him?"
"No."
"Fine. Come have some other people here," Jess stooped and picked up a tiny man inside a house. He was brought kicking and screaming nearly a thousand feet in the air. Jessica's eyes found him and she licked her lips expectantly.
 
"No Jess. We must stop this eating at once! It's wrong."
"Why the sudden attack of conscious? It was your idea in the first place."
"You weren't meant to take it seriously. Besides you ate the first guy."
"And I'm gunna eat this guy," said Amy and put the tiny man in her mouth. Tucker watched her swallow, sending a living, breathing human being to his doom in the pit of a belly that was beautiful and honey golden tanned. Why the hell did she have to expose her stomach like that?
 
"Now eat yours," she commanded Amy after a satisfied sigh.
 
"No! Listen to your conscience! It's wrong to kill people for amusement!" hissed Tuck. Let your faith guide you!"
"Shut up you miniature Jiminy Cricket," scorned Jessica, narrowing her eyes. 
In some insane act of mental imagery, his mind's eye conjured a picture where he perceived himself as the tiny grasshopper perched atop the shoulders of Pinocchio while slandering Lampy ideology of fun and games in a disparaging tone. The thought would have been comical if not for the unreal circumstances. Even a science-fiction writer would have discarded the idea as absurd.  
 
Amy picked Tucker off her shoulder and considered him for a moment.
"Kill him," insisted Jess in a tone of authority.
"No," said Amy in a soft voice. "It wouldn't be fair. We'll let him go. Then, if we catch him again, he'll have no one to blame but himself."
 
Amy bent down and suddenly the ground was rushing up to meet Tuck at an alarming speed. His placement on Earth, however, was as light as one could hope.
"Amy, don't," pleaded Tucker, one last time.
"Run, Tucker. Don't let us catch you, my friend."
 
Jessica was circling nearby, here eyes bright and interested as they gazed hundreds of feet down upon tiny Tuck.
 
  
Tucker ran for a nearby building. Jessica made a grab for him but Amy intervened and Tucker slammed the door open and disappeared inside.
 
"Don't think you can hide in there for long you tiny little snack. I'm going to catch you and eat you. You won't have to wait long. Once I'm finished digesting everyone in my belly, you will be next." Jessica's voice ringing in his ears Tucker ran deep into the building's protective darkness.
 
"It doesn't look good does it, Friar Tuck?" asked the old, fat, bearded gentleman in the plad shirt.
"No sir, it doesn't.
The group of wide-eyed survivors stared out the windows of the second story building. Huddled together more due to primitive survival than for defense against the mildly cool evening air creepin through the open windows, they made for a pityful sight.
 
A young woman next to Tuck flinched as a giggle of glee shook the foundations of the building. A hand decended past the window and grabbed a man on the far side of the street who had been caught out of doors.
The scream that escaped from him would have pearced the coldest of hearts. Mixed with the bubbeling of delight coming from the giantess the sounds formed a duet that chilled the blood. Tuck didn't realize that someone could find so much pleasure in the horror and agony inflected upon another.
 
Tuck realized with a flash of chilling insight that he recognized the wrist bracelet around the giantess's arm as belonging to Amy. The hand shot upwards, a man cought between the fingers as wide as a drainage ditch. He flailed his limbs freely, in an attempt to escape.  Her finger and thumb pressed painfully into his torso allowed for fight, not flight. The hand and its captive were lost from view, and a moment later they heard Amy's voice.
 
"Well aren't you a brave one? Running outside like that when I said I would sit on the house if no one volunteered. Does that mean you want me to eat you up? Are you looking forward to it as much as I am?"
Tuck couldn't imagine plunging into the inky depths of his friend's stomach as anything anyone would enjoy so he regarded Amy's next words with great skecptism.
 
"You are? Oh joy. Honestly, I'm not suprised you wanted to be eaten. I'm just so darn cute that you could die from it."
 
There was truth to that at least. Several impressionable young men had been coaxed into the open from their hiding place a few hours ago by the false promices and sweetness of the the two giantesses. They had waited until all the young men were outside, lavishing attention upon the bravest or most foolish of them who had come out of the mineshaft first. Tuck and Mr. Appleton had screamed for them to stay hidden but they were either ignored or could not be heard by the boys across the vast distance to the old abandoned mine shaft.
 
As the last of the young men emerged from the tiny shaft, too small for a giantess's hand to fit through, Jessica blocked off the cave with a gigantic foot.
"Now we've got you," she had said in a tone entirely at odds with the honey words of wooing with which she had been seductively poisoning the boys judgement.
 
Really, you couldn't blame the boys. The two giantesses were a sight for sour eyes. The first to be duped into trust were caressed to gigantic body parts that all young men see in their dreams. It didn't take long for their more weary comrads to emerge after seeing the treatment of their eger friends.
Tuck watched as Amy pressed several men into her chest. Two more clung to the strands of long black hair as she sat up and swung above those gigantic orbs of anatomy. Jessica had also placed several young men into her shirt  and onb her knees, swung her bottom from side to side, giving those on the ground and those watching from barracaded houses and businesses that made up the town center, the sight of their lives.
 
It even incited a few lewd comments from several men, young and old alike, who occupied the nearby storefront window with Tucker and Mr. Appleton. Tuck considered this entirely inapproprate given that the two woman had already eaten several people which was why the entire town was in hiding.
 
Everything changed as the last man emerged from his hiding hole in the mine. Tuck found himself taking turns watching the ensuing scene through the binoculars Mr. Van Holland had found those in the store.
Once Jessica had blacked off the cave, she started feeding. Grabbing a man from the confines of her breasts, she tossed him into her mouth and crunched a few times before swallowing him down. A small mercy, thought Tuck, that he didn't have to experience the more painful corossive embrace of the stomach.
 
"Wait!" screamed one boy. "You said you wouldn't hurt us."
"And you believed us," explained Jessica matter of factly, ending the statement with a bloody grin. She licked her lips leaving her kisser a slightly darker color of crimson than natural and turned her attention to the boy who spoke to her. With lightning fast speed, she grabbed the kid, suspended him above her gaping maw and dropped him in. Tuck watched the gullet undulate as the boy passed alive down her throat to the inner workings of the stomach below.  With an expression of the greatest delight, she reached for more young men who were desprately trying to run to the town while still others were trapped and struggeling in the confines of her shirt.
 
Amy was no less wicked. A moment ago young Kevin, who was in her bra, had been enjoying his surroundings. Now he realized between the press of the fabrick and the flesh, he was quite trapped. He watched as a man destined for Amy's belly passed in front of him. The man's name was Troy and he and Kevin had been casual friends since elementry school.
 
Their eyes met, Troy's pleeding for a desprate hope that Keven could not offer, Kevin's with a wide eyed disbelief that any disaster victim would recognize and understand. How could this be happening? How could it happen to me? where the thoughts of the poor lads. Then Troy was lifted to Amy's lips, and disappeared inside.
 
Of course Kevin couldn't see Amy's face from his perspective but he saw her jaw open and close as her fingers pressed his friend between her lips. He watched with morbid facination as the triangular bottom of the jaw closed and then undulated, marking her using her tongue to swallow. He couldn't feel his friend pass his position by although the dark tube that led to the stomach and certain death was certainly behind him. He would, however, swear he heard a scream faintly eminating from the body behind him as his friend was convayed mercylessly to his doom.  
 
It seamed that Amy had forgotten about poor Troy already. It made sence really. One doesn't focus upon already swallowed food when eating but on the enjoyment to come. She grabbed a handfull of Kevin's associates with her left hand and held them before him. One by one she plucked them up in her right where they followed poor Troy. Kevin was treated to watching them disappear, crying for someone to help them or looking up at Amy and pleeding for mercy.
 
Keven thought he might have heard another scream as one boy made his way down Amy's throat but Kevin couldn't be sure. Mostly, his brain was on lockdown. His thoughts were no longer cohearent. They simply consisted of emotions that demanded action to escape his prison. With addrenalin serging through his vains, he wormed free from his holding and dropped several hundred feet, sliding towards the end on the curve of Amy legs. She was sitting in a kneeling position collecting boys from all around her.
 
Kevin landed with a thump on the hard ground and instantly knew he had broken his leg. He barely felt the pain but realized his right side would not be supporting his weight. He tried to make off on a three limbed trot, suspending one leg behind him. As it turned out, he had broken his wrist too and he didn't get far before face-planting himself into the earth.
 
Rolling onto his back to kick off the ground with his good leg and arm he saw Amy stairing down directly at him. Her pretty brown eyes froze his blood. She was booming with laughter at his failed attempts to flee. He was far from out of the woods, he realized as he noticed that he was still between the legs of the giantess, forking out on either side of him in her kneeling position. It was like bing in the middle of a giant "V." 
 
It occured to Kevin that it had been a mistake to jump. Had he remained where he was it might have been some time before she remembered his presence. His attempts at escape had surely been fealt given the sensativity of the area in which he had been entrapped. And his fall had been quite conspicuous.
 
Now, bleeding and crippled he screamed as he tried to outscramble the hand that reached out for him. It came way too fast and suddenly he was rushing up towards Amy's face so quickly that he had to squint his eyes to see, such was speed of the air passing him.
For a brief moment, Amy held him silently. He took in, in vivid detail, every outline on her face. The fact that he knew it to be the last thing he would ever see made it all the more surreal, his vision sharper. She really was beautiful with her lips, the size of pontoons, big, brown eyes, black hair and white skin. With extreme clarity he witnessed her mouth open, not as wide as she could, but wide enough. The red lips gave way to a smooth red tongue and darkness beyond that.  He suddenly rushed towards the blackness, his eyes once again squinted against the wind which whisteled in his ears. From a long way off he hear the pitch of his own scream change as he entered the mouth becommong more resnous in the cavern of Amy's mouth.
 
He felt her fingers relies him and leave him there in that place, he felt the tongue, soft and wet yet firm below him caress his body, he fealt the humid heat of the mouth and all within the blink of an eye he saw it go dark. The little amount of allumination past the lips was cut off quck as lightning when the mouth closed. Kevin was pressed against the top of the mouth and fealt Amy prepare to swallow, drawing in breath from the large nose above him to fill the  enormous lungs below. Then, abruptly, he was pitched back and suddenly downwards and began rushing with contracting muscles behind him, not setteling for gravity to pull him down but excellerating his fall much more quickly than he otherwise would.
 
Why had he ever left the mine? He remembered with sudden clarity the face of Amy leaning in to look at him, saying she wanted him. Saying she was his very own playground. Well now he was inside her, his cruel mistress. 
 
He screamed again, the sound somewhat more constricted in the confined space. He remembered faintly hearing the screams of others as they traversed the same distance he was now covering himself. He wondered if anyone could hear him. Struggeling for all it was worth (nothing) he slammed into a fleshy bottom. Was this the stomach? It was small and confined and wet with saliva that he had been swallowed with. Not at all what he had expected.
 
His moment of bewilderment ended however as his question was answered. The "bottom" of the esophagus opened from the middle in a spreading circle of empty space. Kevin tried to cling to the side of the esophagus but in a heartbeat, there was nothing left to cling to. the muscles above him and the empty space below him left no room for negoation, not that he had time for any sort of action. He fell again, this time gravity pulling him into his new home.
 
 He slid into the belly, stinking of acid and worse and collided with several bodies. Some were moving, howling in pain, fuitaly trying fuitaly to climb up the slick stomach wall or upon each other to escape the waste deep pool of acid in which they all stood. Amy obviously hadn't drunk any water lately so they weren't quite floating. the walls moved behind Kevin, forcing everyone to jostle into each other. It was like a mosh pit at a concert, too crowded to move and too hot to breathe. Every so often a man would come screaming into the stomach. The new arrivals casting about with desprate horror and strength which the old resadents had lost to the agony of the acid and the strength of the churning stomach walls. Twice the stomach inverted, sending them cascading in a waterslide like wave of acid and human forms. These were always followed by the arrival of a new person to the belly.
 
 
My God, thought Kevin. She's leaning over to reach for someone. That's why we slosh over.
 When the stomach had righted again a fair amount of people, many of them dead, had washed on top of him. In a pit of agony, Kevin twitched and weakly struggled.He had not enough strength left to throw the bodies off of him. Someone shoved him out of their way, a man recently swallowed with more life left in him than Kevin.
 
It didn't matter, he thought. They were no longer men. They were just food that would give the giantess a pleasent sensation in her belly for a short time. Then they would be forgotten. It wasn't a comforting thought.
 
Just then a loud noise shook the stomach, shattered the darkness and blew out one of Kevin's ear drums. People were forced even closer together and upon one another as the stomach shrank with the release of gas in the form of a burp. What a strange thing to experience inside a belly. Kevin had never thought what it might be like to be inside someone's stomach when they burped. Well, now he was food. It didn't matter what he was used to.
 
Amy's voice drifted in Kevin's final conscious thoughts, "We should eat the rest too. I still have some room."
It sure doesn't feel like it from in here, was Kevin's last thought. The agony finely ended for Kevin.
 
 Bealching loudly, Amy smiled in contentment. Jessica laughed and held up the last three men.
 
"What do we do with the left overs?" she asked her friend.
"We should eat the rest too. I still have some room," said Amy.
 
"I agree," said Jessica. "Feed me."
Placing a man in her hands Jessica leaned her head back and opened her mouth.
 
Amy dragged the little man across Jessica's stomach and breasts. Then she dangled him within chomping distance of Jessica's mouth. Her tongue came out to explore the tiny face of the man above her. He screamed like a child. "Salty," said Jessica.
Amy released the man and Jessica closed her mouth as soon as his body was within. Gulping him down she picked up one of the remaining two and began to drag him across Amy's belly.
"Just think," she said. "In a few seconds, you'll be in there."
She brought him to Amy's mouth who proceded to lick the man a few times before finely sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue caressed his body for a moment, then he was swallowed whole.
 
Amy shivered. "Ooh. Doesn't it feel great when they wiggle?"
Jess was licking her lips and looking at the last man on her hand.
"Yup," she agreed with a grin at the man. She quickly swallowed him alive.
 
"I'm full," announced Jessica. "Lets return to town. I want to eat everyone before we leave here."
"I thought you said you were full," said Amy, rising to stand up.
"I am. They'll have to wait until tomorrow."
 
Tuck watched with the others as the two giantesses rose and began to plan for the next day. Amy's back was to him. He noticed the man next to him no longer commented on the firmness of Amy's backside, the curviture of which was obvious from her tight fitting pants.
 
A young man, ninteen or twenty, with red hair, stood up.
"You alright?" asked one of the group.
The young man nodded, took a few wobely steps forward, threw up and colapsed on the floor.
 
Several people ran to comfort him. "I was their friend. I was in the boy scouts with most of them," he related between uncontrolled sobs.
 
"Now, let us not forget our faith," said Tuck in a gentle but firm voice. "The soals of our friends are already in the presence of God. Let us prey to Him for the deliverence of the lives remaining to us. Come, everyone hold hands."   

TBC

Jessica laughed as the wind from the open window whipped her hair around behind her as they drove down the highway in the fading light. Tomorrow would be the best day of their lives.

THE END