“Mommy, I’m going to make a drawing of a unicorn,” said Eve
matter-of-factly, as if she had given the subject of unicorns serious
consideration and decided on the proper course of action. She clutched a red
crayon in one tiny fist purposefully.

Penny turned to face her three year old daughter. “Okay
dear. Use a piece of paper this time. Remember what we talked about with
crayons?”

“Crayons are for paper. Not for drawing on the walls,” said
Eve in a monotone that had resulted from 
repetitive nagging from her parent not to doodle on the white walls that
made up most of the inside of their home. To Eve the eggshell white color that
surrounded her room presented an almost irresistible target for drawing, as if
the house was her canvass and she Michelangelo. In her mind anything less than
being completely covered in crayon was a complete waste of space. All too often
Eve would defer to her own better judgment when unsupervised.  Trying to talk a child not to draw on the
walls was like trying to talk paint into sticking to plasterboard, so Penny
watched as Eve carefully as she toddled to her room, removed a sheet of
cardboard paper and then set to work on her creation.

“I’m taking a bath Eve. If you need help, Daddy is in the
living room.”

“Uh-huh,” said Eve already absorbed in her art.

Penny walked into the kitchen pantry and removed a large
clear box from its shelf. Returning to the bathroom she passed through the
living room where her husband was studying his business books for his MBA. He
didn’t even look up from his work as she walked by.

That was Paul through and through. When he began
concentrating on something, it became his whole world and everything else
melted away. When they were newlyweds Penny had once banged two pans over his
head after he had failed to answer her for the third time. The result was
predictably entertaining, although he had made her promise never to do it
again.

“Eve is in her room coloring,” said Penny. “Be sure to check
on her sweetie. I’m going to take a bath so I’ll be tied up for a while.”

Paul looked up from his work. Breaking his concentration
while reading was a rare thing indeed, but the mention of their daughter never
failed to garner his immediate attention “Of course dear,” he said sincerely.
“I’ll look in on her in a few minutes.” Then he was back to his work but Penny
knew that he wouldn’t forget about Eve. It had less to do with repainting the
walls and more to do with their daughter’s safety.

Penny returned to the bathroom, wisps of steam already
trailing out the door from the filling bathtub. Before entering, she turned
back to survey her family. From the door she had a good vantage of both father
and daughter. Each was intensely concentrating on work, the whole world the
papers before them. Eve had inherited her father’s concentration for sure,
Penny mused proudly. She was going to be one smart girl.

Penny closed the bathroom door and placed the large box on
the kitchen sink, using her elbow to flip the switch for the bathroom fan as
she did so. The steam curling up in transparent ribbons from the tub made it
hard to see. The mirror was already fogged up. With luck the fan would suck
away most of the moisture in the air.

 From within the box
she removed five plastic cubes. She began lining them up, one by one adjacent
to a glass of chilled white wine perched on the lip of the bathtub. The outside
of the wine glass was already coated in droplets of water, condensation forming
from the humid room.

The bathtub was nearly full from the hot water streaming out
of the faucet although the actual water was hidden beneath blanket of white,
fluffy bubbles. They glistened so invitingly that Penny decided she wasn’t
going to wait one more minute.

She turned on the radio. Her ipod was already connected to
the docking port and set to her “bathtime special” playlist. “She’s a Killer”
by Queen began to wafted through the bathroom, still hazy from all the steamy
water despite the best efforts of the bathroom fan. The heat pressed
uncomfortably against Penny’s skin. She removed her shirt and pants, neatly
hanging them on a peg on the back of the door.

Penny found herself singing along to the song as she removed
her bra and underwear, letting them fall where they may and revealing a body
that had been coveted by her friends and beloved by all the boys when she was
at university. Reaching over the wineglass, she turned off the water, than
gingerly stepped into the tub, making sure to her foot cleared the tiny plastic
cubes. It would take forever to find one if she accidently knocked it into the
foam. If that happened there would be no guarantee that she could have saved
the contents in time. The live food inside was far too expensive to allow to
drown.

The heat felt exquisite. Penny sank gratefully into the
bubbly water as she lowered herself down.  Warm water began to unknot her muscles.

Penny’s favorite book was next to the tub. She reached over,
dried her hands on the hanging towel to keep the pages from sticking together,
and found where she had marked her place with bookmark that had a picture of a
kitty cat playing with a ball of yarn on it. Tossing the bookmark aside, she
began to read. It wasn’t long before she was nearly as engrossed as her husband
had been. The book was “Sixty Shades of Green,” a voraphile book told from the
perspective of a woman who eats her way through hundreds of shrunken men before
eventually falling in love with a regular sized man at the end. 

The book appealed to her in a lot of ways. Penny loved vore.
She appreciated that Paul understood her fetish despite it being something in
which he could never truly participate. Of course, it had taken a lot of
explaining at first. She assured him that she didn’t love the people that she
ate any more than someone might love a favorite meal at a restaurant. The fact
that she derived physical pleasure by eating tiny people was just… well, gravy.

In the book, Penny had reached the part where the woman in
the story; Annabel, puts shrunken people into a toy castle to let them hide.
Then she hunts them down one by one, like a giant monster, eating anyone she
captures in a deadly game of hide and seek.

 Oh man that would be fun. Maybe I should try that, thought Penny. She
had read another vore story, this one online, called The Felarian Gate. It was
about a giantess and a real castle. It has been a good story but the idea of
using a toy to let her own victims hide in as she hunted them down sounded
exquisite. She decided to check for a castle at a local toy store next time she
went shopping. Eve could always have the toy castle after Penny finished with
it.  

The reading was making her hot, in more ways than one.
Carefully holding the book above the bubbles, she reached for her glass of wine
and took a sip. The cool wine felt good trickling down, a delightful contrast
of temperature from the water in which she was immersed.

Delicately balancing the glass back on the side of the tub,
Penny’s eye caught the tiny cubes she had placed next to it. The little men
inside were watching her intently. Some had rubbed away condensation on their
plastic cubes to better see her. One little guy, he couldn’t be much more than
twenty-one, was even sporting an erection. Their gazes met, and Penny laughed
at him, genuinely amused. Didn’t he know that he was about to be eaten? Of course
he did. Perhaps he enjoyed the idea as much as she did.

Penney realized that the time for reading about vore was
over. She considered going for the excited guy first, but changed her mind. She
would eat them one by one, in the order she had placed them down.

Picking up the box closest to her wine glass, she popped the
box open from the top. The man inside this box was obviously not a vore fan. In
a somewhat pathetic attempt to escape, he knelt down to avoid her hand. It
hardly put him out of reach. She picked up the squirming thing and held him
before her for inspection.

The man was kicking his legs in empty space, as if he could
run on air if only he tried hard enough. He was clearly terrified. He kept
shouting useless pleas for mercy. Everything from “Please, please” to “I made
one mistake” and “I have kids of my own.” Well it was hardly Penny’s fault that
he had been shrunk.

To be shrunk one had to be convicted of a crime, or unable
to pay their debts or any number of horrible reasons. Society had found a way
to get rid of its undesirables, and if they had found a market in the form of
women eating tiny people and made a great profit out of it then so much the
better. Of course there were those odd few who volunteered to be eaten. Some
were just suicidal, some were into it because they thought the idea was sexy.

Whatever the reason, Penny approved. Especially if she was
the one eating them.

The guy before her hadn’t volunteered. That much was certain.
She guessed he had been a criminal based on that comment about “one mistake.”
Perhaps he had been desperate and tried to knock over a convenience store or
something. Well he was about to pay for whatever he had done now, and it wasn’t
with prison time.

Penny opened her mouth wide and slowly, so she could enjoy
the cries for help, brought him to her lips. She pushed the body inside, his
voice suddenly becoming louder now that it was in her mouth. Then she played
with him a bit, getting him coated with saliva for the trip down her throat.

 She looked over at
that young man in the next box. Yup, he was still excited while he watched. It
was obvious he was enjoying looking at Penny as she manipulated the man in her
mouth. The corner’s of Penny’s lips lifted into a slight smile as she looked at
him. Then she swallowed the man in her mouth, making sure her throat was visible
to the young man so he could see the bulge move down it. The screams of the man
on her tongue were immediately cut off as he slithered down her esophagus, each
writhing twitch he made on his decent delighted Penny.

The young man next in line seemed excited but the other
three men, each in their own box, seemed terrified, as if their worst fears
were now confirmed. Penny, for her part, smiled to herself and reached for the
excited young man. He slid out of his box and into Penny’s hand. He gazed up at
her from her palm. Penny judged from his expression that he was enjoying
himself a little too much. Since he was there for her amusement, she wasted no
time in sending him on his way. That is, on his way to her belly. The boy slid
down easily, hardly struggling. As if he understood his proper place in the
world was as food for her. That was appropriate really, Penny thought, but a
bit disappointing. She preferred food that fought her and struggled on the way
down. Judging by the look of the last three men, such as sensation wasn’t far
off.

With the sly grin of an alley cat that has cornered a mouse,
Penny lazily plucked man number three from his box. Predictably, he began to
scream and beg her for mercy. Penny dangled the naked man before her,
inspecting him with piercing eyes through the steamy air that separated them. Then
she leaned her head back and opened wide.

To the man she held, the view was surreal. She had stared at
him with something like approval a moment ago. Her face and body were
breathtakingly beautiful. But when she held him before her he had been sure that
she was going to speak. It was in the eyes, the smile. Instead she leaned her
head back and her full lips parted. Her long hair swirled in the water below
around the side of her head. Her eyes still watched him as he was moved
directly over the open mouth. Looking down he could see her white teeth around
her pink tongue. He couldn’t quite make out the back of her throat yet but felt
a shudder when he looked into the darkness. He didn’t want to go back there!

The man had been bracing for the drop that would plunge him
into the mouth but it never occurred. Instead, the woman lowered him down into
her mouth slowly, licking and sucking him in once he had passed her lips and
only then releasing his arm from the grip of her fingers.

He was pulled into the mouth by a combination of her tongue,
gravity and her simply sucking down on him. He passed between the lips, their
soft caress around his body almost loving as he slipped unstoppably between
them, making him shudder with desire. He had wanted, expected, to someday kiss
lips like this. But lips that belonged to someone that loved him. Not loved his
taste.

The music from the radio, which had been playing a slow song
in French (Carla Bruni’s song Quelqu’un m’a Dit), was now muffled and mostly
cut off. Darkness was all he could see now, although light still danced on his
retinas from when he had looked up at the bathroom light in a last hope for
help from heaven. He had passed between her lips and they had closed behind
him, sealing him in. The strong tongue moved him about in the darkness and
saliva coated his skin. His eardrums practically burst as the woman said
“Mmmmm!” making the man feel like every bone in his body vibrated. He was
smashed sideways into the roof of the mouth (Penny still had her head tilted
back.) and suddenly forced downwards. It felt like the bottom had fallen out of
the world.

He moved downwards and sideways at the same time. Penny was
still lying in the bath so the esophagus felt more like a terribly slick slide
at an amusement park with someone pushing him from side than it did a
freefall.  He tried to stop his progress
but the esophagus muscles forced him onward easily and the lining of the dark
tube through which he traveled was far too slick to gain any sort of traction.
As a result, he soon found himself pushed into the stomach sideways, tumble
down the stomach wall and slosh into liquid-a combination of wine, water and
stomach acids as well as grimy bits of partially digested food floating in it.
He got up and tried desperately to climb out of the mixture, which burned the
skin slightly. Regardless of how pretty the woman had been, her stomach did not
smell pleasant and he found himself holding his breath to prevent himself from
gagging. There was no sign of the two other men she had eaten. They were either
on the other side of her stomach or they were already dead.

Penny reached for the forth man, almost delirious with
pleasure from the squirming coming from within her belly. It felt sooooo good.

Because she was distracted, she knocked one of the cubes off
the lip of the bath and it fell over the side and out of sight. At least she
hadn’t hit it into the water. But the box burst open and the naked little man
within ran off as fast as his two legs could carry him.

She would have to get out of the tub to get him! Penny
frowned. She sat up and watched his progress as he ran for cover- a towel stand
where he tried to hide. In one hand, a forth man squirmed uncomfortably. Penny
realized she had been squeezing him too hard. Letting the last man escape just
wouldn’t do. Guys like that were way too expensive. She looked at the man in
her hands. She didn’t have time to savor him like she wanted. Instead he went
down quickly, struggling delightfully.

With reluctance, Penny climbed from her bath and made her
way towards the towel stand. When she got close enough, she looked underneath.
Nothing. The little man had escaped! She surveyed the room. The door was closed
and locked. She doubted that he would be able to escape under the door. There
was not much of a crack between it and the floor. So he had to be in here
somewhere!

“Mom!” came Eve’s voice from outside the bathroom. “I made
my drawing.”

Penny didn’t answer her, hoping that Paul might come up and
intercept her daughter. It proved to be a forlorn hope. Eve’s tiny footsteps
sounded outside the bathroom door and the wrap of small knuckles proceeded
additional calls for Penny.

“Mom, mom. See what I’ve drawn. It’s a unicorn,” said the
voice outside.

“That’s great sweetie. I’m in the bath now. Show it to
daddy.”

“No. I want you to see now,” her daughter insisted
stubbornly.

“Paul,” can you get Eve please!” called Penny. “Eve you know
this is my time to myself.” Penny looked forlornly at the vibrator near the
bath. She supposed she wouldn’t have a chance to use it while the contents of
her stomach still struggled. Their squirming had already diminished. She had
hoped to have the last man in her belly by now and on his way to being digested
while she used the vibrator. Now she would be lucky just to find the last man
before the others drown.

The giant woman stood naked in the bathroom, looking around
for him. He had been lucky he had decided to hide under the sink behind the
trashcan rather than under the towel stand. She had checked there first, then
walked to the center of the room, looking around for him.

Bathed in steam and shimmering from the droplets of water,
the woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Her decent sized breasts and flat abs
were alluring. It wasn’t until he looked at her belly that he remembered that
it contained four men, most probably still alive and he would be in there too
if not for an accident on her part. He was nothing but a trendy food for her
and if he didn’t watch his step he could still end up in her stomach.

The woman was eyeing the trash can suspiciously when her
daughter’s voice could be heard outside the door. The woman turned towards the
door to answer and then the man was up and running, looking desperately for a
new space to hide. He sprinted around the trashcan and hurried behind the
toilet, breathing the steamy air in deep breaths.

Peering around the base of the toilet, he looked at the
giantess. He had heard her husband talking to the little girl outside the
bathroom and from the sound of it, he had had taken her away, leaving the
giantess free to hunt for him. He watched her determined face and long,
beautiful legs as she walked over to the sink. She bent over and looked behind
the trash can.  Ironically, the
music  from the radio switched from
“Black Magic Woman,” to “Help I’m Alive,” by Metric.

“You can run but you cannot hide,” said the woman out loud
and he knew she was speaking to him. “There is only one way this is going to
end. No matter how hard you try, no matter what you do, when I go to bed
tonight you will be in my belly. If you come out now I will make it fast. If
you want to drag this out when I find you I will cook you on a skillet alive
and before I eat you alive.” She seemed to be tapping her feat to the beat of
the music. The woman wasn’t nervous in the least. Unlike him, she would live
through the night no matter what happened. This was just the exciting chase
before a light snack and then getting on with her evening. It all seemed
terribly unfair.

“I tremble! They’re gunna eat me alive! If I stumble…” The
radio blared the music in the misty haze above him. All in the little man would
have preferred a song with lyrics that didn’t relate to being eaten.

Penny began to check around the sink some more putting her
back to him. Her butt looked amazing. She bent over, unintentionally giving her
prey a great view of her terrific looking ass. Had he known that in about
twenty-four hours that the few indigestible parts of his body would be ejected
through her anus and into the toilet he was currently hiding behind, he might
have had a mental breakdown. It was probably better for all involved that he
didn’t know.

What to do? He could give himself up and be eaten for sure.
Or he could try to hide and escape and be cooked over a stove before being
eaten. Even if he did escape, what then? He could hardly expect help from
anyone else in the house. And if he did escape the house he was more likely to
be stepped on by a passerby or eaten by a bug than seen. It wasn’t as if anyone
would help a shrunken convict if they did see him anyway. He had no options and
of all the deaths he could choose from the most merciful might be just letting
the giantess eat him. But he couldn’t just give himself up on a platter. Could
he?

He was paralyzed with fear and indecision, hiding behind a
porcelain seat. It was then that Penny found him.

“Well, well, well, What have we here?” she said, clutching
the man in her fist. “Naughty, naughty. I would 
cook you like I said but I really just want to feel you in my belly. So
down you go!” She opened her mouth wide and he was forced in. The mouth closed
behind him and she played with him for a few moments, coating him in saliva.

Suddenly, the pressure from the tongue eased and her lips
parted. Light slanted into the mouth, illuminating the tiny man within. He
looked out between her lips and teeth. Outside he could see a mirror that had
been covered in steam but wiped clean with one hand. Penny’s face was in the
reflection. He could clearly see himself in the reflection of her mouth. It was
bizarre, almost dreamlike,  to see
himself reflected and looking out at the mirror with no hope of escape. He was
coated in saliva that clung to his body. His hair was plastered sideways and he
was breathing heavily. Penny seemed excited too and he could hear her breath
whistling in his ears, feeling the alternation of hot and cold breath against
his naked skin as she inhaled and exhaled. She was excited. Judging from her
expression she was loving this!

He could still hear the radio, now playing “Swallowed,” by
Bush. It seemed like even her ipod was against him. More likely she had chosen
genre specific songs for her bath.

The mouth closed once more, cutting off the light, music and
fresh air. Penny gave him some more quality time with her tongue, savoring his
taste. She sucked delightedly and swished him around.

“Just let it end!”
the man thought.

Just as he thought that he felt himself pressed against the
roof of the mouth. There was a long breath inward. Then-

There was a loud *gulp* and he was on his way to her tummy.

He felt delightful going down. She had been annoyed when he
first escaped but hunting him down had been fun. All that anticipation had
actually been worth it. Sure there wasn’t as much movement in her stomach
anymore but she still felt the last man squirming around here and there. The
simple knowledge that he was alive inside her belly and screaming his last for
help was breathtaking.

Penny lowered herself back into her bath, taking a long sip
of wine. It was a bit warm now but still tasted delicious. The vibrator came
next and she had some personal time.

Later, Penny toweled off. She would have to remember the toy
castle for next time. Dressing again she picked up the clear box that held the
remaining plastic cubes inside. The men in there had watched the entire
proceedings. Penny allowed herself a slight smirk as she saw that a few of the
men within were very obviously afraid of her.

“Well they should be,”
she thought as she carried the box back to the pantry. “I’ll have to find a castle for later this week.”