Swim Practice
Darkness
envelops you. Sweat runs down your face. Fear constricts your chest, making it
hard for you to breathe. You hear nothing but the occasional, muffled whimper
or sob from one of the cells next to your own prison. Had you found yourself
awaking to these surroundings, you likely would have believed yourself to be in
limbo. And in a way, you are. But you aren’t dead, at least not just yet. You
shiver at that thought, as it makes for a grim reminder of your inevitable
fate: Sooner or later, you are going to be eaten alive.
Life
hasn’t been kind to you lately. You’ve just about managed to make ends meet
somehow, but you’ve always been short on money as of recent. You’ve been taking
on more and more work as a result, but all that seems to have done was to take
up more and more of the little time you already had. You ended up feeling
burned out and tired every day, more and more neglecting your social life and
your own health. And finally, the downsizing. Figuratively at first, with your
company “having to let you go” for whatever bullshit reason HR departments
currently prefer to give. And then, quite literally, your latest ‘counselling’ appointment
at the employment agency ending with you being sent to a different office than
usual. There, two Vortex goons had already been waiting for you, stunning you
with some kind of taser.
After
coming around again, you found yourself in a plastic box, shrunken down to be
eaten as a living snack. You weren’t even able to fully process this terrible
realisation before your box was purchased by a dark-haired woman. In that
moment, she still had been a total stranger to you. But over the last few days,
she and her family have become terribly familiar.
You
don’t know all that much about them personally, as you understand neither
German nor Italian – the two languages evidently spoken in this household. But
you have been able to figure out a little more about who they are. From what
you’ve gathered, they are an Italian family living in Germany. The woman who bought
the box is Claudia, and she is married to a man called Piero. They have three children:
Marco, Alessia, and Valeria. Having been in this box for a few days by now,
you’ve had some oddly private insights into the daily lives of these people,
but only whenever they retrieve it from their pantry. And whenever they do
that, there is only one reason: To eat ‘shrinkies’ like you. You can’t tell for
sure, but your guess is that dozens of shrunken people from this box have been devoured
by this family already.
It
hasn’t gotten any easier with time. Whenever the doors open and one of your new
owners looks inside the pantry, chances are that someone will be eaten. So far,
you have survived. But you also sense that the box is emptying at an alarming
rate, and every day you survive only increases the chances that it will be your
turn next. Sealed in the dark for most of the day, you’ve nearly lost your
sense of time by now. All you are left to work with is sound of the
normal-sized people outside coming and going to at least guess what time of day
it could be.
The
last outbreak of mayhem that saw the Italian mother retrieve half a dozen shrinkies
from the box has been many hours ago, and it has been mostly quiet in the
giants’ house since then. But for the last half hour or so, you have registered
activity outside again, easily recognisable by ominous tremors shaking your box
whenever one of the titanic family members walks by. You find your trembling
muscles tense up yet again as you try to listen closely, and suddenly, you can
hear a female voice outside, far too close for comfort.
“Non devi andare via presto, tesoro? È già l’una e mezza.”
You
gasp for air, feeling panic spread through your body and your lungs frantically
trying to suck in more oxygen. Thanks to the air holes in the lid above you,
there’s plenty of it, but you still feel as if you’re suffocating. After days
of captivity, you’ve become quite good at telling apart the voices of your
owners, even without seeing them. That voice belongs to the mother, Claudia. It
may only be your imagination, but over the days of your imprisonment in this
box, you’ve come to the conclusion that the voices of the female family members
are particularly indicative of imminent danger. You’ve never actually seen the
father eat any tinies yourself, and Marco doesn’t even appear to live here,
only having visited his family the other day.
“Sì,
sì, sì.” Another voice sounds from nearby, sounding a bit stressed. “Me ne vado
ora.”
More
booming footsteps follow as another giant human comes into the kitchen. This is
one of the two voices you have slightly more difficulties telling apart. The
daughters sound and even look quite similar. But this one has a more confident
and mature sound to it, so your guess is that it’s the older one, Alessia. Not
that it really matters who is going to eat you in the end.
“Vuoi che ti prepari un panino?” Claudia asks.
“No, no, tutto bene. Vado via tra cinque minuti.”
You
hear banging noises as drawers and cupboards are opened right next to the
pantry. From one of the plastic cubicles next to the one you are imprisoned in,
an anxious whine.
“Ohymgodohmygod.”
Someone else in the box babbles. “No, no, no, please. Not me. Not me.”
“Quando
tornerete stasera?” The giant mother inquires.
Now,
there’s the sound of liquid being poured into a bottle of some sort.
“Non
ne sono sicura.” The younger voice replies. Then there’s a wet sloshing sound,
perhaps that of the fluid being shaken around. “Probabilmente verso le sei.”
You
hear a strange plopping noise, and then booming footsteps once more. Before
your brain can even process what is happening, the wooden pantry doors swing
open, and glaring bright light streams inside. Cries of fear and despair erupt
throughout the box, and you find yourself instinctively taking a couple of
steps backward as you shield your eyes. After some moments, you slowly adjust
to the brightness, and look outside. Even though the sight of a
skyscraper-sized human should be familiar to you by now, you find it impossible
to get used to. Just like all the times before, it sends a shiver down your
spine, and you cower down in primal fear.
The
colossus towering over you is indeed Alessia. You don’t even have to look at
her face to know this right away. The doors are being held by two toned,
muscular arms that speak of the remarkable athleticism of the girl they belong
to, connecting to a tight, sleeveless black crop top with the logo of a famous
sportswear brand in the middle. It is distorted a little by the big, firm pair
of breasts bulging against the thin fabric, gently swaying in the tight
cleavage as the enormous girls shifts her stance and looks around. Your gaze
briefly wanders upwards to her face, and despite your fear, part of your
subconscious can’t help but marvel at the tremendous beauty of this young
woman. Flawlessly shaped jawline and cheekbones, soft lips, an elegant nose and
warm, dark brown eyes. Silky black hair falls down along the sides of her tan
face, though she isn’t sporting that graceful, braided hairdo she did when you
last saw her. Today’s appearance seems a lot more practical, as supported by
her sporty outfit.
Alessia’s
eyes briefly scan through the interior of the pantry, but you already know what
she is looking for. You gulp fearfully and find your eyes travelling down her
huge body, towards her bare midriff. Thinking about all the other shrinkies you
have witnessed her lift out of the box over the past days, you stare at her
navel. Somewhere inside that toned, flat belly, behind the faint outline of
Alessia’s trained abdominal muscles, they all have met their horrible fate.
They’re all gone now, of course. Long digested and absorbed into this girl, who
will never so much as think of them again. And maybe this is where you will
meet your end as well.
“Non sono rimasti dei shrinkies?” The
young giantess asks, turning around to her mother for a moment. As she does so,
she briefly turns her back on you, and you find yourself looking at her
muscular butt cheeks slightly wobbling in her tight black spandex pants.
“Cosa? Dovrebbero esserne rimasti molti. A meno che
Valeria e le sue amiche non li abbiano mangiati tutti domenica.” Claudia
replies, tilting her head into your field of view for a second as she glances
inside the pantry. To your horror, she then points right at you. “Eccoli.”
Her
daughter looks over at you as well, and then smiles. It’s a beautiful, kind
smile, revealing Alessia’s pearly white teeth for a brief moment. But all it
does for you is to send your already dangerously high pulse skyrocketing. “Oh, ecco. Devo essere cieca.”
“Cosa saresti senza la tua mamma, Alessia!” Claudia
laughs, patting the younger giantess on the shoulder before turning around
again, but you don’t even really register it. All you can see is Alessia’s hand
extending towards you, casting a foreboding shadow over the box.
You
can feel the box shift backwards just a little as the shrinkies around you
simultaneously back away from the incoming hand, crying out in anguish. Some
primal section of your brain is telling you to run away as well, but you’re
aware that there’s no point. The cubicle holding you is barely bigger than a
shower stall, and its plastic walls are impenetrable. So all you can do is
stare as Alessia’s hand grabs the lid of the box and removes it in one quick
motion. Now no longer bottled up in their respective cubicles, the screams and
wails of the other shrunken people swell to a haunting choir of despair, and
you find yourself covering your ears as tears run down your face. Crawling into
one of the corners, you close your eyes.
Not
me. Please don’t take me. Anyone else but me.
You think as you struggle to draw breath.
From
the cubicle right next to you, you hear a crazed, hoarse shriek as Alessia’s
fingers slip inside and wrap around the silhouette of another shrinkie just
like you. Due to the opacity of the plastic wall, you can’t see their face until
the crawl right up to it, pressing themselves flat against it as they
desperately try to claw onto something. You find yourself looking into the face
of a young Asian man, distorted with fear, staring at you with wide open eyes.
「助けて! お願いだから助けて!
死にたくねぇぇ!!」
You
can’t help but avert your eyes as your fellow shrinkie’s struggle inevitably
fails, and the giant girl’s fingers effortlessly begin to pull him upwards. You
see the shrunken man’s hands slip across the plastic wall as he is removed from
his cubicle. But instead of Alessia throwing him into her mouth right away, she
just slips the shrinkie into her palm. And then her fingers move downwards
again, this time aiming for you. You can only let out a surprised gasp as the
tips of her thumb and her index finger pin your body down and then pull you
upwards as well.
Normally,
direct bodily contact with a beautiful girl like this would make you feel more
than just a little flustered. Her tan skin is warm and soft, and even gives off
a pleasant balmy smell, but just the way she grabbed you alone leaves no doubt
that she doesn’t even think of you as a living, breathing human being. Her
treatment of you is more reminiscent of how someone would handle a peanut or a potato
chip. And so, the feeling of her fingers clamping down on your shrunken body
only fills you with more existential dread. Very soon, you are going to be
inside this gigantic, powerful body, and it will claim you for itself,
destroying you entirely.
Just
as she did with your predecessor, the young giantess lifts you out of the box
and then lets you slip into her cupped palm, where you smash into the squirming
body of the other shrinkie. He is kicking and thrashing, screaming at Alessia
to let him go, though she naturally doesn’t react to his pathetic struggle. She
likely doesn’t even really register it. Trying to push the man away from
yourself, you hear yet another person cry out in fear, followed by them falling
into the palm next to you as well. This happens again and again, until there
are almost a dozen of you, squeezed together in the huge girl’s soft, but
nevertheless firm and unrelenting grip.
“Nein!! Das kann nicht wahr sein!” One
terrified voice laments as a closed fist punches you in the stomach. You groan
and kick back, but can’t even be sure you hit the right person.
“Pas comme ça!” Someone else sobs. “Je veux revoir ma
famille!”
“We’re not food!!”
“Ze gaat ons opeten!!”
You
ram your elbows into the writhing mass of bodies, wheezing as you try to
breathe. Deep below, you hear the harrowing booms again as Alessia walks a few
steps, her hand tightening around her helpless prey. You can almost sense the
sheer unfathomable mass of this giant girl. From your perspective, she must
weigh tens of thousands of tons. And yet she moves around so easily, carrying a
dozen men and women in her palm as if they were nothing. You feel the hand move
upwards, the acceleration pressing you and the other shrinkies against each
other and into Alessia’s soft, warm skin. Then, her palm opens up, and you find
yourself falling.
When
you plummet downwards into the unknown, you already half expect to fall
straight into the girl’s mouth, maybe sliding across her tongue for a second
before being swallowed whole. Like so many others you have witnessed being
eaten alive by Alessia and her family over the last days. But just as you
expect to fall into her waiting gullet, you suddenly splash into a cold,
slightly creamy liquid. You intuitively hold your breath as you sink down
beneath the surface, and begin to tread liquid to push yourself up again. Just
a moment later, you resurface again, gasping for air as you aimlessly paddle
through the dense fluid. To your surprise, you are able to breathe freely, but
the frothy white liquid gives of a strong smell of bananas. You being to wipe
it out of your face and hair, inevitably tasting some of it on your lips. It’s
banana alright.
What
is… You begin wondering, but then a terrible
realisation slowly begins to dawn on you. Looking around at the other squirming
shrinkies as they flail around in the milky substance, you look out through the
transparent walls of the vessel you’ve been dropped into.
It
appears that you are inside a huge plastic bottle on the kitchen counter. Far
beyond this new prison of yours, you can see Claudia standing at the sink, with
her back turned to you as she cleans the dishes. And much closer to you,
somewhat to your left, Alessia rises up above you like a living mountain,
though her face is largely obscured by her bulging breasts at this angle. The
girl has just grabbed some kind of lid from the kitchen counter, and is placing
it back on top of the bottle now. Next to you, a shrunken woman begins to weep
pitifully as the giantess proceeds to screw the lid tight, sealing you all
inside this banana-flavoured protein shake.
Then
Alessia puts her hand around the bottle, grabbing it and lifting it up from the
counter. A series of screams and howls erupts around you again, the terrible noise
even further amplified as it echoes off the walls of the sealed bottle. You
can’t help but scream as well as the protein shake around you billows back and
forth, nearly dragging you underneath the surface again. Trying to stabilise
yourself by stretching out your arms, you look up at Alessia as she swings a
gym bag over her shoulder and opens one of the zippers. All you can do is watch
helplessly as the bottle containing you and the others is shoved inside one of
the side compartments, the force sending a tidal wave of banana-flavoured
protein shake splashing over you. You cry for help that will never come, and
then hear the zipper close again as you are sealed in darkness and violently
dragged down into the depths of the billowing liquid once more.
***
Breaking
through to the surface for just a brief moment, Alessia takes a deep breath, sucking
oxygen into her lungs. Then she rotates her face back underneath the water line
and continues to glide forward, her arms reaching out and pulling her forward
through the chlorinated liquid. Her strong legs move rhythmically behind her,
churning up the water in a steady flutter kick. As she breathes in once more,
her head rotates to the side, allowing her to inhale again while not
interrupting her forward momentum. With each stroke, her athletic body rolls,
driving her arms deeper into the water and increasing the power of her pull. When
she senses that she is approaching the edge of the pool, she dives under,
quickly rotating her body before she kicks herself off from the tiled pool
walls, shooting through the cool water in the opposite direction. Only when she
reaches the opposite end of the pool and hears the shrill sound of her coach’s
whistle does she allow her muscles to relax, and her head to rise out of the
water. Pulling up her swim goggles, she looks up at her coach with a
questioning look on her face. The man in the tracksuit glances at his wristwatch,
then slightly shakes his head and exhales.
“Two
six seventy-two…”
“Shit.”
Alessia curses, turning away as she angrily slaps the water with the flat of
her hand.
“What
is wrong with you today?” Her coach asks, squatting down at the edge of the pool.
“I
have no idea.” The girl says as she lets out a long sigh and leans her back
against the pool walls, looking disgruntled. “I’m just not focussed today.”
“So,
how’d this one go?” Another girl asks, having just finished her laps in the next
lane.
“Two
six seventy-two.” The coach repeats. Alessia groans and starts massaging her
forehead.
“You’re
still faster than me.”
“She’s
faster than all of us, Tanja.” The man says, rising back up to his full height.
“Come on, Alessia. Let’s call it a day. You can give it another shot tomorrow.”
“Yeah,
I guess.” She begins, hoisting her upper body out of the water in one smooth
motion.
Just
as she is about to pull her legs out of the water as well, a loud bang resounds
through the whole swimming pool, accompanied by a splash and several gasps.
Seeing her coach run over to the diving basin, Alessia looks around, confused
as to what has just happened.
“Ho-oh
crap.” Tanja snorts, starting to laugh.
“What?
What happened?”
Pulling
herself out of the pool next to Alessia, the blonde keeps her pale blue eyes
locked on the diving basin, where a group of other girls is rushing to help
someone get out of the pool. “Annika just tried a nosedive off the five-meter
board, and… uh…. she got the angle wrong.”
Her
friend’s eyes widen a little. “Belly flop?”
“Yup.”
Tanja says, still unable to wipe the broad grin off her face.
Without
saying another word, Alessia rushes over to the diving basin, where her coach is
just helping a battered-looking brunette climb out of the water. Pushing
herself past her gawking teammates, she puts the girl’s other arm around her
shoulder, supporting her as they walk her over to the nearest bench. There, the
girl sits herself down, both hands pressed on her belly.
“Are
you okay, Annika?” Alessia asks, squatting down next to her.
“I’ll
get Ms. Scholz.” The coach says, turning around to walk to the nurses’ office.
“No,
it’s okay.” The brunette groans, her eyes a little teary. “I just… need a
moment.”
“Are
you sure? That looked pretty bad.”
“Yeah.
I’ll be okay. I just need to rest up for a sec.”
“Right…
Can I leave her with you?” The man asks, turning to Alessia. “Come right to me
if she doesn’t feel better within in a few minutes. I’ll get an ice pack for
her.”
“Will
do.” Alessia nods, not taking her eyes off her hurt teammate as more of the
girls gather around them. “Do you need anything else? We can get it for you.”
“Graceful,
Annika.” Tanja claps. “You just slipped into the water like a dolphin.”
“This
isn’t funny at all.” The black-haired girl angrily snaps at the blonde. “She
could’ve hurt herself.” Then she turns back to Annika. “Don’t listen to her.
This happens really quick if you get the angle or the timing wrong. Happened to
me too more often than I can count.”
“But
not from five metres.” Tanja interjects, still snorting with laughter.
“That’s
not the point.” Alessia dismissively says over her shoulder before looking
Annika in the eyes and smiling at her. “I know this feels embarrassing right
now. Been there.”
“Well,
maybe.” Annika groans, still holding her stomach. “But that was stupid of me.”
“Here.
Put that on your belly. Like I said, go see Ms. Scholz if it doesn’t get better
soon.” The coach says as he returns from the nurses’ office, handing the
brown-haired girl an ice pack.
The
brunette flinches a bit as she presses the ice pack against her sore belly.
Then she slowly gets up from the bench, accepting Alessia’s offer to support
her again.
“You
think you can walk?” The black-haired girl asks, giving her a concerned look.
Annika
nods. “Yeah. I’m alright.”
“Okay.
Let’s get you upstairs.”
***
For
you, the last couple of hours have been even worse than the past few days in
the pantry. It was particularly bad during the first half hour or so, when
Alessia was carrying her gym bag, the bottle holding you and the other tinies
rocking back and forth constantly with every step she took. Finally, she had put
down the bag, so that you at least weren’t being sloshed around in the ocean of
her protein shake or bumping into the wriggling bodies of shrinkies anymore. First,
you feared that Alessia arriving at her destination would mean your imminent
demise. But after anxiously listening to her zip open her bag and talk to some
other girls for a couple of minutes, she ultimately went away, leaving you
behind in silent darkness.
After
that, the wailing of the shrinkies inside the bottle died down again, but you
can feel that everyone is still scared and tense, fearfully waiting for the
young giantess’ inevitable return. Thankfully, the bottle appears to have
tilted a little, allowing you to support yourself against the plastic walls.
This way, you at least don’t have to constantly tread water to keep yourself
above the surface of the frothy, thick liquid. But the smell of bananas is
driving you crazy. It is absolutely everywhere, in the air, in your black
Vortex overalls, and in your hair. You even get the feeling that it has seeped
into your very skin, truly merging you with the protein shake. That is all you
are now apparently, some extra protein in an athletic girl’s post-workout
snack. Just the sheer indignity of it all makes you choke up, and tears swell in
your eyes. All of this is just so unfair. You don’t deserve this. You’re a
human being with innate dignity. Or at least you should be. But it’s all been
taken away from you. Just like your body itself will be taken soon to feed someone
else. Your existence will amount to nothing but nutrients for Alessia.
Carefully
turning yourself around to position yourself a bit differently without slipping
down the slippery slope again, you feel the cold liquid move in response to
your motion. Why did it have to be banana flavour, of all things? It’s not like
you hate bananas, but you’ve never seen the appeal either. And now that you’ve
been drenched in this aroma for hours, it is starting to make you feel slightly
sick whenever you so much as think about it.
Suddenly,
you hear a slamming noise in the distance, followed by indistinct chatter. You
feel not only yourself, but some of the other exhausted tinies around you tense
up. The chattering in the distance grows louder and more distinct. Now there’s
laughing too. It’s them.
“Elles
reviennent.” One of the shrunken people next to you whimpers.
The
liquid around you begins to shake, little oscillations carried over by the
weight of at least a dozen massive feet hitting the ground as they approach. You
can feel that oppressive weight in your chest again, as if a huge fist is
crushing your ribcage. But by now, you know it’s not a heart attack. It’s just
the primal fear of prey sensing the approach of a huge predator.
Another
bang, even louder than the first, accompanied by the booming voices of half a
dozen colossal girls as they step inside the locker room. The bottle fills with
the sound of anguished shrieks again, and people start swimming around you. You
close your eyes. Death is coming.
“Was
ist überhaupt passiert? Ich war vorhin noch
am Schwimmen.” One voice asks.
“Annika ist vom Fünfer gesprungen und hat nen
Bauchklatscher hingelegt.” Another girl says,
evidently trying to hold back laughter, but still failing to do so, giggling as
she speaks.
“Scheiße. Alles in Ordnung?”
“Ja, geht schon. Brennt
halt übelst gerade.” A different voice explains, sounding quite pained. You can’t
help but feel a grudging sense of satisfaction. You don’t even know who that
girl is or what is going on, but it’s hard to not see these callous, man-eating
giants as all the same. In some way, it’s reassuring to know that they can
be hurt too, even if not by you. “Ich
bin nur froh, dass ich nicht kotzen musste. Dachte erstmal mir würde alles
hochkommen.”
That
other girl starts laughing out loud. “Stell
dir mal vor! So übers ganze Becken, büüääh!”
“Jetzt halt doch einfach mal die Klappe, Tanja!” You
hear the voice of Alessia say, sounding exasperated. “Hier, setz dich nochmal
hin, Annika. Gaaanz langsam… okay.” A second later, you feel a bump,
accompanied by a tremor going through the bag. “Lass das noch was drauf.”
You
can’t even see anything, but you can sense that one of these giantesses has sat
down very close to you, the mass of her body so enormous that it caused a minor
earthquake – or so it at least feels to you as a shrinkie. Then there’s a
metallic grinding noise, followed by a click. It is the sound of the locker
door being opened. You breathe in, trying to fight back the urge to start
swimming like some of the other shrunken people. There’s nowhere to go.
All
of a sudden, the bag is pulled upward, and the bottle tilts to the side as the
fabric around it shifts. Your eardrums nearly rupture at the outburst of
screams, but you can’t help but cry out in terror yourself. All the pent-up
fear and panic has to go somewhere. Your muscles tense up and you start
thrashing around, nearly sinking beneath the surface of the protein shake
again. For a split second, you wonder if drowning would be better than the fate
that awaits you, but your survival instincts kick in and override that notion.
You begin treading water once more. From beyond the confines of the gym bag,
you hear snorting laughter.
“Schön, dass du das so witzig findest.” The
pained voice booms somewhere above you.
“Naja, ist es ja auch. Und du scheinst es ja überlebt zu
haben. Oder, Annika?”
“Hör einfach nicht auf sie. Du weißt ja wie sie ist.” The
voice of Alessia above you mutters in a slightly hushed tone, as if not wanting
that other girl to hear what she’s saying.
You
are left with no time to figure out what these giant young women are even
talking about. Suddenly, the zipper above you opens, and glaring white light
shoots inside, blinding you for a few moments. Trying to block out the screams
of the others, you blink a few times, only to see Alessia’s huge hand wrap
around the transparent plastic walls and lift the bottle out of the bag.
Getting caught in a tidal wave of banana protein shake, you are thrown against
the hard plastic, staring out of the bottle between Alessia’s fingers. But all
you can see out there is the faint outline of the girl’s athletic belly,
obscured by a wet black swimsuit clinging to her form. As you struggle to
maintain a sense of orientation, you turn around and begin to swim away, but
find yourself starting to feel dizzy as you look around. Beyond the confines of
the bottle, you see the vast expanse of a giant locker room, slightly distorted
by the rounded, hard plastic.
Roughly
at your own height, you see the enormous face of a brunette girl sitting on a
bench, right next to Alessia’s gym bag. You guess that she must be the one
whose body weight you felt as she sat down. Like Alessia, she is wearing a
swimsuit, water dripping off her athletic body. But she is sitting hunched
over, pressing an ice pack against her belly as she takes deep, slow breaths.
Her eyes are a little red, and you can tell from her facial expression that
she’s in considerable pain. Seeing her like this, you suddenly feel a pang of
remorse at your resentful satisfaction earlier. She may be a hundred times
bigger than you and possibly even eats tinies such as you. But you can’t know
that for certain, and right now, she’s not a threat.
“Zeig mal deinen Bauch! Der ist bestimmt knallrot!” A
voice to your right giggles as another gargantuan young woman in a swimsuit
steps into your field of view, beginning to pull at the brunette’s arm. This
one is a blonde, with unnerving, intense blue eyes. You can’t understand what
she is saying, but she doesn’t exactly seem to be concerned for the other girl.
“Ne,
komm... Aua!” The brown-haired girl complains, trying to shake her off.
“TANJA!
IS GUT JETZT.” Alessia snaps at the blonde, the bottle shifting as she turns to
her.
Levelling
out again, the banana-flavoured fluid smashes you and some other shrinkies
against the plastic sides once more. You gag as some of the thick liquid forces
itself into your mouth, and feel a shiver run down your spine as you look up.
Alessia’s size is intimidating enough as it is, and the sudden, commanding ire
in her voice almost makes you feel like you are dealing with some kind of
scornful goddess from Roman mythology. The fact that she also makes the blonde
back off from the brunette, albeit reluctantly, implies that she even holds
some degree of authority over these other giants. And you’re no more than a
speck floating in her drink.
“Da ist aber jemand ein bisschen schlecht gelaunt, was?” The
blonde girl shoots back, a sassy grin playing around her lips. “Ich kann doch auch nix dafür, dass du heute so langsam
warst.”
Alessia
sighs, the huge pair of breasts above you sinking down a little as she exhales.
“Darum geht’s doch überhaupt nicht.” She says, another jolt going through the
bottle as she suddenly puts it down on the bench beside the brunette. You
struggle to keep yourself afloat, bumping into another tiny for a second before
the current drags them off in the opposite direction.
“Someone
help us!” A panicked voice somewhere to your right begs. You look around,
trying to identify that other shrinkie who speaks your language. But without
success.
“Es
geht darum.” Alessia begins as she takes off her silicone swim cap. Wet black
hair slips out underneath it, showering the walls of the bottle holding you
with droplets of water. “Dass du dich ständig
über andere Leute lustig machen musst…”
“Ich mach mich doch gar nicht über sie lustig.” The
blonde frowns. „Seid doch nicht immer solche Memmen. Das
ist ja schlimmer als mit meinen Shrinkies zuhause.”
Instead
of continuing the conversation with her, Alessia just dismissively shakes her
head and begins to slip out of her swimsuit. At first, she struggles a little
bit to remove the dripping wet fabric from her body, her strong, well-shaped
butt cheeks wobbling right in front of you. You do feel an impulse to look away
or cover your eyes, taken somewhat aback by how shameless this girl is to just
strip down right in front of you like that. But then you remember your new
place in the food chain, and that Alessia isn’t concerned with the opinion of
ingredients in her protein shake. There’s a good chance she isn’t even really
aware of your presence anymore.
There’s
a wet flopping noise as the swimsuit detaches from her tan skin. Alessia’s ass
cheeks continue to jiggle around in front of you, now fully naked, and filling
out your entire field of view. Then a sloppily folded, wet swimsuit lands on
the bench next to you. The giantess turns sidewards and grabs a towel,
beginning to dry herself off by rubbing it against her body. You see trained
muscles gently flex and soft fat deposits wobble underneath her flawless tan
skin, and can’t help but acknowledge how good-looking Alessia is. In all
likelihood, she is a very good swimmer, but with her level of beauty, she could
easily find work as a model too.
Suddenly,
the giant girl throws the damp towel onto her gym bag and grabs the bottle,
raising it up towards her face. All this happens within a matter of one or two
seconds, but for you it seems as if time itself is slowing. You look outside,
finding yourself fly past her clean-shaven pubic area, her vagina merely hinted
at by a clean slit between her legs. In the blink of an eye, it is gone,
replaced once more by the far more foreboding sight of her muscular belly. In
only a few moments, you guess, you will be inside that belly. It’s the place
where you will die.
When
the bottle moves past the bulges of her soft breasts, swaying freely as Alessia
shifts her stance, there is an ominous creaking noise above. You look up,
seeing the giantess hand turn as it slowly unscrews the lid of the bottle. The
screams of the shrinkies flailing around in the frothy shake reach unbearable
levels again, and you too scream at the top of your lungs once more. Just
another one or two seconds later, Alessia’s hand removes the lid entirely,
putting it somewhere outside your field of view. Finally, the steady ascent of
the bottle comes to a halt as it reaches the height of Alessia’s neck. But you
are granted not a moment of rest, as it soon begins to tilt towards her
enormous body. And then, her lips wrap around the opening above.
“Ich
will nicht sterben!” A desperate voice cries next to you.
“We’re
gonna get swallowed!”
「どうしてこうなった!」
Touching
Alessia’s lips, the bottle jolts up a bit again, and a blast of hot, humid air flows
into your prison, blowing across the surface of the shake. Despite the almost
unbearable heat, you shudder, realising that this is the huge girl’s breath,
rising up straight from the depths of her body. Whatever awaits you inside of
her, it’s only going to get worse from hereon after. As if on cue, the liquid
now begins to stream towards the opening, the bottle moving up more and more as
the angle increases. The merciless current begins to pull you towards the
darkness at the end of the bottle as well, and screaming people are dragged
along past you like jetsam. It is in this moment that you see the first of the
protein shake pour into the huge mouth.
Gulp.
Through
the transparent plastic, you see Alessia’s jaws clench just a little, and the
muscles in her throat gently contract as she swallows the first mouthful of her
drink. Following a brief pause, her lips allow more of the protein shake to
stream inside her waiting maw, and then interrupt the flow again for another
content gulp. You feel your own jaws move up and down as you begin chattering
with your teeth, and let out a fearful whimper.
No.
It can’t be. I can’t just… This can’t be how it ends… Your
mind races, and you try to turn around. But the current won’t even allow you to
do that, let alone swim away.
“Please…”
You pant, gasping for air like a suffocating fish. Ahead of you, the first two
tinies slip into the darkness, along with another good mouthful of the
banana-flavoured shake.
“Ce n’est pas possible! Je n’ai jamais rien fait de mal!”
Gulp.
More
of the protein drink is forced down Alessia’s throat, along with two human
beings who will never see the day of light again. Just like that, they’re gone,
without any sign of the girl who devoured them even acknowledging their fate.
As if to add insult to injury, it didn’t even seem like she had to put in only slightly
more effort to swallow these two people. Nor does it appear that they were
enough to sate her, the greedy mouth immediately opening up again to suck in
more of the shake and the tiny extra ingredients.
「助けてくれぇ!」
A
voice right next to you screams, and you suddenly find yourself grabbed by an
Asian man. Desperate not to get sucked away by the current, he clings on to
you, digging his fingers into your soaked black overalls. But all that does is
pull you towards the opening even quicker. It is clear that, at this rate, you
are going to end up caught in the next gulp. For just a moment, you look into
his teary, panicked eyes. Then your survival instinct extinguishes any empathy
you may have felt for him, and you kick him in the stomach with all your
remaining strength. Letting out a surprised wheeze, the Asian man lets go of
you again, tearing off a piece of your overalls as he is swept away. He glares
at you, his eyes wide with dismay and shock at your violent betrayal, then he
disappears between the huge teeth looming in the darkness, towards the faint
outline of Alessia’s throat and uvula. Then her tongue moves up, and you are
pushed backwards as her soft lips close right in front of you.
Gulp.
Just
as it dragged you towards the giant girl’s mouth, the frothy protein shake now
pulls you away from it again as the fluid evens out and Alessia lowers the
bottle again. The tidal wave slams you against the curved wall for the third
time today, and you are dragged under for just a moment, gasping for air as you
resurface. You still haven’t completely understood what has happened, and look
around, finding yourself staring at Alessia’s naked belly again. And then, the
shame hits you as the image of the frightened young Asian man passes before
your inner eye. He is in there now, travelling down to Alessia’s stomach, where
he will be digested. And it is your fault. You basically killed this man. All
he wanted was someone to help, or be with him in his final moments. For what?
So that you may live a few minutes longer?
“Wie
isses jetzt?” Alessia asks, putting her hand on the giant brunette’s shoulder
and giving her a reassuring, kind smile. “Etwas besser?”
“Ja.”
The other girl replies, sitting up a little more straight now. “Danke nochmal.”
“Nicht
dafür.”
The
young woman with the brown hair smiles up at Alessia, still looking
uncomfortable, but not as pained as a few minutes ago. As she looks down again,
her green eyes catch a glimpse of you squirming against the bottle walls. “Hä?
Hast du Shrinkies in deinem Proteinshake?”
While
you don’t understand what she said exactly, you do realise that she is talking
about you. You also don’t know if this is a good or a bad thing, but at this
point, it really doesn’t matter. Sensing just the possibility that you could be
saved at the last moment, you start banging your fists against the plastic,
screaming for help at the top of your lungs. The other tinies are quick to
follow your example, a cacophony of multilingual cries for help soon filling
the bottle.
“Was?
Achso.” Alessia says, raising the bottle to her face as she briefly looks at
you herself. “Mache ich eigentlich jedes Mal,
wenn ich trainieren gehe. Die haben echt viel Protein.”
“Echt
jetzt?” The brunette raises an eyebrow.
“Das ist doch nicht weiter komisch.” The blonde chimes
in. “Ich mach mir die auch meistens rein. Hab’s heute nur vergessen. Was du sie
eher fragen solltest, ist wie man einen Shake mit Bananengeschmack trinken
kann, von allen Sorten.”
“Was hast du bitte gegen Bananen?” Alessia
shoots back at her, inadvertently shaking you all around inside the bottle as she
gesticulates. “Das ist ne völlig normale
Geschmackssorte.”
“Normal ist Schoko oder so. Oder Erdbeere. Aber doch
nicht Ba-na-ne.”
Alessia
shakes her head once more, dismissing the other girl’s claim with a wave of her
free hand. Then the bottle tilts again, and you feel yourself being dragged
backwards. Fear swells up inside you, and you lean forward, trying to swim
against the intense current. You shiver as you feel Alessia’s hot breath in
your neck again, and feel a tingling sensation in your muscles as you begin to
cramp up. Your breathing turns rapid and shallow, and you are aware that you
are beginning to hyperventilate. But how are you supposed to calm yourself? You
are about to be swallowed whole. In many ways, these are the last moments of
your life. Once Alessia gulps you down, all that will be left for you is
darkness, heat, and excruciating pain. Trying to block out the horrifying
thought of being digested alive, you think of your friends and family. You miss
them so much. All you want to do is go back to them. To go home.
Outside,
you see the brunette break into a gentle smile, clearly amused by the other two
girls bickering. “Vielleicht sollte
ich das auch mal probieren. Mit den Shrinkies, meine ich.”
“Das solltest du wirklich.” The blonde grins
mischievously. Then she suddenly turns around and stares
right at you with her piercing blue eyes, just as you pass through Alessia’s
lips and feel yourself enveloped by the oppressive humidity in her mouth.
“Tschüss ihr Kleinen!” She sneers, waving you goodbye. It is the last thing you
see before Alessia’s teeth snap shut.
Only
a few rays of light continue to shine in from between the enormous girl’s
closed teeth, illuminating the fleshy cavern you are drifting through. Above
you, you see the saliva-soaked, pink-red dome of her palate, and to your sides,
pearly white molars protruding from her upper jaw. You can almost sense the
overwhelming power of this muscular apparatus, which could grind you into pulp
within split seconds. But you know that you will not be granted the mercy of
such a quick death. Feeling her massive, slimy tongue shift beneath you, you
can’t help but turn around as the current drags you deeper into Alessia’s
mouth. You might as well face the inevitable now. Maybe that is better than
just thinking about what comes next.
But
you instantly regret this decision, and flinch as the giantess’ hot breath
blows straight into your face, making it even more difficult for you to inhale
what little oxygen appears to be left in here. You gasp as the outline of
Alessia’s huge gullet emerges from the dark, her wet uvula dangling almost
right in front of you. Like passing the edge of a waterfall, the fluid around
you drops downwards, and an unbelievably powerful drag sucks you down below the
surface once more. You hear a muffled, drowning shriek from another shrinkie
right next to you as they suffer the same fate, and then feel the frothy liquid
around you condense all of a sudden. It almost is as if the entire mouth is
collapsing around you, muscles infinitely more powerful than your whole body
sucking you down into an endless abyss. Your ears pop as the change in pressure
exceeds the levels they can handle, and you hear an all too familiar, disgustingly
wet noise resound through your head as you are forced into a cramped tube of hot
flesh.
GULP.
***
“Aah.”
Alessia sighs, lowering her bottle again and wiping some of the foamy shake
from her lips. Somewhere behind her collarbone, she can feel the cool liquid
run down her oesophagus, along with the subdued squirming of two more shrinkies
travelling down to her stomach.
“You’ve
got me wondering.” Annika says as she slowly rises to her feet, taking the ice
pack from her belly and carefully beginning to take off her swimsuit. “How many
calories do these have anyway?” She asks, pointing at the remaining tinies flailing
around in Alessia’s drink.
“I
keep forgetting.” The black-haired girl says, putting the bottle down on the
bench again as she takes some underwear out of her bag. “I have the nutrient
info though, can send it to you if you want.” She says, pointing at the
smartwatch around her wrist. Then she sharply inhales through her teeth all of
a sudden, grimacing as Annika takes off her swimsuit. “Ouch.”
“Yeah.
But it feels better already.” The brunette replies, looking down at her
reddened belly.
“Whoah.”
Tanja gawks, still half inside her own swimsuit.
“Maybe.
Better keep the ice on that a bit longer.” Alessia says, pointing at the ice
pack on the bench as she puts on a pair of underpants and a sports bra. “Do you
need a ride home? Flo’s here with his car. We’re headed to my place, but we can
drop you off along the way.”
“No,
really. I only live, like, ten minutes from here.” Annika declines with a
grateful smile.
“Can
I come?” Tanja asks immediately, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. “You guys don’t
even need to drop me off on the way either.”
There’s
the shortest of beats, then the whole locker room erupts into laughter. Alessia
groans and blushes a little, but also can’t help but grin. “No, Tanja, you
can’t.” She shakes her head as she pushes herself into her spandex pants,
struggling just a bit to get it past the curvature of her voluptuous derrière. “No
matter how many more times you ask.”
“Whyyy.”
The blonde whines, stamping her foot on the ground like an annoyed child. “Come
on, it’ll be fun! I know Florian’s not gonna mi...”
“Watch
it!” Alessia interrupts her, raising a warning index finger in her direction.
“Careful Tanja.” Another girl giggles. “Remember
how Florian had to keep her from beating up that chick who was hitting on him at
the club? What was it, a few weeks ago?”
“You
better listen to her, blondie.” Alessia grumbles, putting her black crop top
back on and grabbing the half empty bottle. She pays no attention to the
terrified screams inside.
Resting
the opening of the bottle on her lower lips, she tilts it up and allows for the
shake to stream into her mouth along with the helpless remaining shrinkies.
Three gulps later, she has emptied it entirely, condemning the last few tinies
to digestive death. Now completely devoid of the dozen shrunken people Alessia swallowed
along with her drink, the empty bottle glides back into the side compartment of
her gym bag and is stored away.
“God,
you’re hot when you’re angry.” Tanja pants in an overly sexual way, followed by
their teammates breaking into laughter once more.
Alessia
just takes another deep breath and shakes her head in disapproval. Lowering her
head when she puts on her socks and sneakers again, she hides the amused grin
still playing around the corners of her mouth, and then gets up, swinging her
gym bag over her shoulder. Before leaving the locker room, she turns to Annika,
who is still getting changed herself.
“You
take care now, okay?” She winks.
“Yeah.”
Annika nods and smiles. “Will do.”
“I’ll
see you girls tomorrow.” Alessia says, waving at everyone as she walks towards
the door of the locker room, her teammates saying goodbye to her for the day as
well.
“Have
fun.” Tanja calls after her, followed by more subdued giggles from the girls.
The
black-haired girl stops in the door for a moment, then smirks to herself and
turns around. “I will. After all, I’m the one who gets to fuck Florian
tonight.”
Tanja’s
jaw drops, and to Alessia’s satisfaction, her friend genuinely seems lost for
words in the brief time it takes her to close the door. Roaring laughter erupts
from inside as she walks away, quite pleased with her exit this evening. With a
little extra swagger and bounce in her step, Alessia makes her way over to the door
of the boys’ locker room. Not seeing anyone of them outside yet, she pulls out
her smartphone and checks it for messages. But judging from the boisterous
laughing and shouting inside, it appears that they are still getting changed.
For a few moments, Alessia checks the messages and updates she has received
during her swim practice, leaning against the wall next to the boys’ locker
room. But when she listens to the voices of Florian and some others fooling
around inside, she smirks again. Having put Tanja in her place for today, she
is still feeling a little cocky, and in the mood to toy around with the boys as
well. Biting her lower lip, she slips her phone into her gym bag and waits for
a good moment. Then she opens the door and steps into the locker room. Florian
and the other boys are indeed still getting dressed, though her boyfriend has
just slipped into a pair of underpants.
“Awww,
you could have let those off for another few moments.” She coos, trying to
suppress a laugh and act blasé as around a dozen male faces turn to stare at
her.
“Oh,
hey babe.” Her boyfriend says, swallowing something in his mouth. “I was just
about to get dressed; I can meet you outside in a few minu…”
Before
he can even finish talking, Alessia has strutted over to him, putting her hands
around his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that cuts him off mid-sentence.
Exchanging a passionate tongue kiss with her for a few seconds, he finally
pulls himself away, looking up and down at her. She can feel his eyes take in
her hips and her cleavage. “You…uh… look good today…”
“Uh…
uhm… Alessia?” One of the boys begins, having hastily wrapped a towel around
his lower abdomen to cover himself. “This is the boys’ locker room?!”
“So?”
She shoots back coquettishly. “´Nothing in here I haven’t seen before, Niklas.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” A boy with
black hair says, taking off his swim trunks.
A
low-pitched “oooh” goes through the crowd as the muscular guy strips down
naked, taking his sweet time to change into his underpants so that everyone,
including Alessia, can see his manhood. Just like her blond boyfriend, he proves
to be quite well-endowed indeed. But the girl simply raises an eyebrow and
gives him a condescending smile.
“That’s
okay, Moritz. We girls love it when a guy makes us laugh.”
An
outburst of boisterous laughter booms through the locker room, some of the boys
around slapping Moritz on the shoulder or giving him a shove. The boy grinds
his teeth for a moment, but then evidently decides to cut his losses.
“Whatever,
girl.” He mumbles, reaching into a small box next to Florian’s gym bag. It is
only then that Alessia notices that it is a Vortex box, with maybe a handful of
shrinkies left in it. “You shouldn't even be in here. That’s sexual harassment
or something.” Moritz impatiently grabs one of the squirming shrinkies inside,
and throws them into his mouth, swallowing.
“Get
your own damn food, dude.” Florian growls and picks up the box, holding it away
from Moritz before he can snatch another tiny.
There’s
more laughter as Alessia reaches in from behind her boyfriend, quickly
snatching one of the shrinkies from the box. The miniaturised man begins to
weep, frantically begging up at the girl not to eat him. But his pleas fall on
deaf ears, and Alessia casually flicks him into her mouth in a smooth,
practiced motion. She begins to suck on his squirming little body as if he were
a piece of candy, and puts on her best innocent puppy face as Florian turns to
her.
“Hey!
Whose side are you even on?” He complains with a reproachful look, then reaches
into the box as well and grabs another shrunken man, squeezing him between his
fingers.
“No!
Puh-lease!” The tiny in his girlfriend’s mouth splutters desperately as part of
his body pushes out between her lips for a brief moment. “Help! No-ho please, I
don’t wanna di-AAH!” His last words transition into a terrified shriek as the
girl’s tongue pulls him inside again with a faint slurp, continuing to push him
around and savour his taste as she speaks.
“O’m
on yow sahd of cohs!” Alessia mumbles with her full mouth and then gently swallows,
the shrinkie she has eaten instantly reduced to nothing more than a pleasant
tickling sensation travelling down her throat. “You're not saying your girlfriend
can't have a bite to eat, are you?”
Florian
sighs, his girlfriend’s playful guilt trip working like a charm on him. “Of
course not.” He says, rolling his eyes as she giggles and puts her arms around
his muscular upper body for another loving hug. Then he tosses the screaming
tiny into his mouth and swallows, returning Alessia’s embrace as he strokes
through her long, silky black hair and kisses her on the head.
“Uhm.”
The boy with the towel wrapped around his lower body begins again. “This all
very romantic and all, but… uh… could you maybe…”
“Alright,
alright I’ll wait outside.” Alessia concedes, giving Florian a kiss on the
cheek.
“I’ll
be with you in a sec.” Her boyfriend replies as he slips into a pair of shorts.
Plucking
another tiny out of her boyfriend’s box, Alessia turns around and leaves the locker
room, leaning herself against one of the tiled walls in the hallway outside.
While she waits for her boyfriend to finish getting changed, she pulls out her
phone again and browses her socials to kill time. She hands out a like to a
selfie of her friends Lisa and Jessica enjoying some cake at a café near the
river promenade, not even really paying any attention to the tiny struggling
between her fingers as she raises the miniaturised woman towards her mouth.
“Why
are you doing this?” The tiny sobs, panting as she desperately tries to free
herself from Alessia’s unrelenting grip. If she’d so much as bother to take a
look at her, she would see that the shrinkie is a girl her own age, albeit much
lankier and frailer. Even at her normal size, she likely wouldn’t have stood a
chance against Alessia in a physical fight. Now, merely the size of one of her
captor’s fingernails, her continued resistance is downright pathetic. “Let me
go!”
The
shrunken woman screams at the top of her lungs as Alessia slowly opens her
mouth, then she throws her inside, still not taking her eyes off her phone. A
last frantic cry for help can be heard from between Alessia’s lips, then the
shrinkie is sealed inside her mouth. Being pushed around by the girl’s tongue,
she is soaked in saliva, her panicked screams transforming into muted gagging
and gargling sounds. Some moments pass as Alessia savours her living snack and
scrolls through her socials. Then the door of the boys’ locker room swings open
and her boyfriend steps outside, now fully dressed, and with his gym bag swung
over his shoulder.
Alessia
swallows. “You coming?” She asks and begins walking down the hallway just a
little ahead of him, purposefully emphasising the sway of her spandex-clad
hips.
Florian
clears his throat. “Yeah.” He says, sounding just a bit hoarse.
Another
few meters down the hallway, just as they pass by one of the shower rooms,
Alessia feels her boyfriend’s hand grab her right butt cheek and give it a
squeeze. She is just about to turn around to him when he puts his other arm
around her hip, softly pushing her to the side and against one of the walls.
She feels his breath on her face as he leans in for a kiss, and she allows it,
gently laughing as her eyes dart to her left and right. But the hallway is
empty.
“Oh…”
Alessia begins, continuing to giggle as Florian moves on to kiss her neck. “…
you’re not very patient today, are you? Don’t you think we should get home
fir…”
“I
want you now.” Florian pants, the pupils in his light blue eyes wide
with desire.
“Wait,
what do you mean? Right he…” She asks, breaking into more bashful giggles as
her boyfriend presses her against the wall again, his lips touching hers.
“Right here?”
Without
saying another word in response, Florian guides her along the wall and gently
shoves her through the door to the shower room, only turning around for a
moment to close it behind himself. Somewhat taken aback, but also quite turned
on by her boyfriend’s impatient lust for her, Alessia walks a few steps
backwards, her giggles echoing off the tiled walls of the empty shower room.
Then they both drop their gym bags and stumble into one of the shower stalls,
passionately moaning and panting as they begin to make out with each other.
***
To
you, the process of being swallowed whole and alive has been so traumatic that
it knocked you out for a moment when you were forced into Alessia’s oesophagus.
As you come around, the first thing entering your mind is an overwhelming sense
of claustrophobia. There is only darkness and humid heat, and it feels as if
you’ve been buried alive underneath a mountain of warm, slimy flesh that constantly
shifts and contracts around you. Everything, your body and your surroundings,
is covered in a layer of hot, gooey slime, thoroughly lubricating you as the
contracting muscles force you deeper and deeper into Alessia’s body. From all
around you, you hear wet, disgusting slurping noises as you slowly slip down
the giant girl’s oesophagus headfirst. Spit, slime, and that fucking banana
protein shake ooze down the pulsing walls that wrap around your writhing body
like a straitjacket. From somewhere in the dark ahead of you, even further down
the young giantess’ oesophagus, you can hear a muffled voice.
“This
can’t be happening… eugh …no! NO! Please God… ack… help me!” It
whines quietly, interrupted by the sound of the other shrunken person gagging
and retching.
You
too struggle to breathe in this horrible environment, the sticky ooze clinging
to your face like some kind of warm, organic glue. All of a sudden, the narrow
flesh tunnel you are being squeezed through contracts even further, nearly
crushing you as you feel a surge of air travel up parallel to the oesophagus.
Then you sense a vibration go through the colossal body that surrounds you,
accompanied by a booming “Aah”. From even further beyond, you believe to hear a
female voice of sorts, though it is unintelligible to you, and drowned out by
the regular, bassy thump of Alessia’s heartbeat. Despite the merciless
contractions of the oesophagus, you can feel your surroundings move up and down
a little, accompanied by an ominous breathing sound to your left and right. You
realise that you are deep inside Alessia’s chest now, behind her collarbone and
her large breasts. Buried inside this gigantic girl, who has likely forgotten
about you already. Not that she was even really aware of your existence before.
Trying
to open your mouth to scream out in horror, you inhale more of the slimy mucus,
and begin to retch as you squirm and kick around. And although the squishy
flesh walls budge to your kicks and punches, they ultimately just absorb the
blows and continue to push you down, utterly indifferent to your pain and
existential dread. Thousands like you have passed through here already, and
thousands more will follow you still, long after you have been digested and
forgotten. The powerful muscles surrounding you are just doing their work,
ferrying Alessia’s food into her stomach. The gurgling pit that lurks somewhere
in the darkness ahead.
You
continue to squirm and whimper, feeling the oesophagus transition into a gentle
slope as it passes down beneath her heart. The beat is now so strong that you
can sense it reverberate through your own body too, and you believe that you
can even faintly hear the huge volumes of blood being pumped through Alessia’s
arteries and veins. The image of this vast organism working around you would be
fascinating if you were in a different situation, but all you can think of is
which part of this giant body you are headed towards. From further down along
the oesophagus, you hear the other shrunken person shriek again, and then
abruptly fall silent as they are sucked out of the oesophagus with a moist
slurping noise.
Merely
a second later, the tube around you narrows further, and you find your face
suddenly being pressed against some kind of sphincter. As your body touches the
hard ring of muscles, it opens up and pulls you in, that disgusting slurp
ringing in your ears again. Once more your ears pop as they adjust to the
sudden change in pressure, then the muscles tighten around you. All you feel is
excruciating pain as you are squeezed forward in complete darkness, the smell
of the banana shake now blending with the stench of vomit and acid. You gasp as
your ribs crack, slowly giving in. But just when you believe that your torso is
going to be crushed, you find yourself in freefall, plummeting down into a
black, unbearably hot void.
Inhaling
some kind of acidic gas that burns on your skin and in your airways, you gasp
for air, only causing the painful burning sensation to spread into your lungs
as well. Then you splash into some kind of lukewarm liquid, a revolting blend
of banana milk and sour, slightly pulpy puke streaming into your nose and
mouth. With nothing else on your mind now than atavistic fear and disgust, you
thrash around, somehow forcing yourself back up to the surface of the putrid
broth. You inhale deeply again, trying to extract what little precious oxygen
there is in Alessia’s stomach and pump it into your aching lungs. But your body
is simply overwhelmed by the trauma that has been inflicted on it, and you
begin to dry heave instead.
Only
when the spasms have subsided after a few moments, you finally manage to calm
down enough to take cautious, laboured breaths of the rank air. They burn in
your swelling airways and the pervasive stench of bananas and vomit makes your
head spin. But as you continue to tread water, you finally manage to get a
sense of your immediate surroundings. You shiver as you fully realise that you
are inside Alessia’s stomach now, drifting through the protein shake once more.
But now it is mixed with various digestive acids and, judging from some soggy,
pulpy bits you keep reaching into, whatever it is that she had for lunch
earlier. Wiping one of the mushy globs out of your hair, you almost start heaving
again. In just a few hours, you too will be nothing more than this amorphous,
half-digested sludge.
You
wince as you hear the anxious whines and cries of other shrunken people again,
although they are mostly drowned out by the loud, wet gurgles as the young
giantess’ stomach expands and contracts. To make things even worse still,
Alessia herself is moving around too, shifting her stance and leaning back and
forth, which causes the fluid in her stomach to slosh around with every single
motion. All the while, you paddle around in the acidic slurry, trying your best
to keep yourself afloat as waves of chyme toss you back and forth like a
castaway in an ocean of runny puke. Above you, you can still hear Alessia’s
heartbeat and breathing, along with her distorted, deafening voice that seems
to reverberate through her entire body as she speaks. You can even hear the distant,
muffled voices of the other normal-sized girls, such as that of her brunette
and her blonde friend. But you get the feeling that, even if you spoke their
language, you wouldn’t be able to understand what exactly they are talking
about.
All
of a sudden, you hear another sound from beyond the confines of Alessia’s
belly, one that makes you grimace with resentment. It’s laughter. Not
malicious, evil laughter, just the sound of a group of girls joking around. Completely
unfazed by the notion that you and half a dozen other shrunken people are
currently inside Alessia’s stomach, about to be digested alive. Not to mention
the other half dozen or so that are still outside in her protein shake, waiting
to be swallowed as well. Judging from the exasperated groan let out by your
consumer, you assume that Alessia doesn’t find whatever has been said to be
particularly funny, though.
Whatever
it is that these girls find so amusing, it’s none of your concern anymore.
You’re no longer a human. You’re nothing but a protein supplement inside
Alessia’s stomach, and her post-workout body needs more still. You shiver once
more as you hear a loud gulping noise echo down to the stomach from high above.
Then another, huge gulp. And then another. Just a few moments later, you can
sense the stomach walls shift around you again. The other tinies let out
terrified screams and begin to swim away in all directions, away from the
centre of the stomach. Then the cardia opens up with a wet smacking noise,
spewing a torrential waterfall of more banana-flavoured protein shake into the vast
organic cave. The gastric walls contract and a nightmarish groan echoes through
Alessia’s stomach, accompanied by a true tsunami of liquid smashing right into
you. Hearing more crazed screams and cries of despair around you as bodies are
sucked beneath the surface, never to come up again, you put in all your
strength to keep yourself afloat. Finally, the monster wave smashes you against
one of the slimy walls, and you manage to dig your fingers into one of the
visceral folds. It probably saves you from suffering the same fate as the
others, as you can hear a shrunken woman to your left let out a hoarse shriek
before she is dragged away by the following back current.
“NEIN!
NEIN! BITTE NIC…” She begins, her last cries morphing into a drowning gargle as
she is sucked into a maelstrom of chyme behind you, and then pulled under.
Wet
bubbling and smacking noises fill the ensuing silence, the liquid splashing
around you as it begins to even out. Then, from the outside, there’s another
outburst of laughter. You grind your teeth in anger and punch the soft stomach
wall you are hanging onto. But all this does is to cause more fluid to spew out
of its wrinkly surface, sprinkling across your face and chest. It feels hot and
burns on your skin, not a searing pain like the sensation in your airways, but
enough to cause some discomfort as well. Around you, the chyme suddenly begins
to drag in yet another direction as Alessia shifts her stance once more,
forcing you to let go after a few moments and allow yourself to be dragged
along with the current yet again. You bump into another shrinkie for a second
and they let out a surprised gasp, but before you are able to talk to them, the
flow of the thin chyme separates you from each other, finally hurling you
against another one of Alessia’s stomach walls. You wonder if this ordeal is
ever going to end.
Exchanging
a few more words with the other girls out there, your consumer finally begins
to walk somewhere. With every single one of her booming footsteps, the stomach
sways left and right, sending her increasingly acidic stomach contents billow
around once more. But you are beginning to get used to these motions and even
manage to anticipate how the lake of fluid is going to behave, making it a bit
easier for you to stay above the surface. At the back of your mind, you do
wonder why you are not just allowing yourself to drown, given that there’s no
way you are getting out of Alessia’s stomach alive. But some primal part of you
just refuses to give up, and tears swell in your burning eyes again as you
think about what your ultimate fate is going to be. Eventually, the digestive
enzymes you can feel eating away at your body are going to overwhelm you. You
will be molten down into more of the pulpy mush you keep drifting through, and
then pumped further along into Alessia’s intestines. In there, all the raw nutrients
her digestive system can extract from your dissolved body will be absorbed into
her own. And then, sometime tomorrow, she will shit out whatever is left of
you. That will be the end of your story. Meanwhile, Alessia, her family, and
her friends will just go on to live their lives, neither knowing nor caring
about the fate you share with so many others.
Following
a brief pause, the giantess walks a few steps further, and you can hear more
voices. Alessia appears to be talking to a group of boys now, though you still
have absolutely no idea what exactly is going on outside. And it isn’t the most
important thing for you to worry about right now either. Following another deep
gurgle and a contraction of the stomach walls, you can sense the entire pool of
protein shake and acid drag downward just a little. Then there’s a deep, wet
rumbling noise rising up from the murky depths below you, a sound as if tons upon
tons of water are being sucked through some kind of giant hose. Around you, the
other tinies who have managed to stay alive so far let out more anxious wails,
and you too can’t help but whimper at the terrifying sound. You realise that it
is the sound of the lower parts of Alessia’s stomach emptying into her
duodenum, embarking on their long journey through the winding labyrinth of her
intestines. You would give anything in the world not to be dragged down into
those eldritch depths as well. But there’s nothing that’s going to stop that
now. All you really can hope for at this stage is that you won’t be alive
anymore when it finally happens.
More
laughter outside. An anxious gag slips up your throat and tears run down your
cheeks, mixing with the slime and vomit you’re already drenched in. It’s like
the universe is going out of its way to mock you before your digestive demise. Then
Alessia leans forward a bit, causing the fluid to shift once more and drift
into another large glob of semi-digested sludge. You heave again and thrash
around as the mush collapses right onto you, running across your face and
shoulders. You frantically reach around, suddenly touching something else.
While it is more solid than the rest of the pulpy mass, you still sense larger
parts of it break off as you touch it, until your fingers feel something
harder, a somewhat rounded, ribbed object…
Then
you gasp and recoil from it in shock and disgust, retching once more as you
swim away in the opposite direction. In a way, you even feel lucky that you’re
unable to see anything, as the mere thought of having reached into the
disintegrating corpse of another shrunken person like yourself has you
trembling with revulsion. This place must be the closest thing to hell on
earth, and it’s almost impossible for you to believe that it exists within the
body of a beautiful young woman such as Alessia. And the horror just doesn’t
stop. Listening to the giantess talk, you hear her swallow all of a sudden, and
brace yourself again. But this time, the cardia only spits a single crying
shrinkie into the cavern, splashing into the chyme somewhere to your left.
You
consider swimming over to help the new arrival, but then Alessia shifts her
stance once more, the current dragging you in the opposite direction. As you
are thrust against the mucosa yet again, you hear the girl exchange another few
words with the boys, then the rhythmical sway of her stomach and the booming of
her feet below begin anew. Holding onto one of the slippery folds, you begin to
cough as more protein shake streams into your mouth. This starts a coughing fit
that makes you convulse with pain, forcing up slime and warm, metallic liquid
into your mouth and nose. You instantly recognise the smell and taste as that
of blood, and a wave of intense, mortal fear spreads through your body. What is
happening to you? Are you starting to get digested? Are you dissolving from the
inside out?
“Oh
my Gorrlldd…” You begin, suddenly vomiting up more blood and pieces of flesh as
you speak. You sob as it runs out of your mouth and nose, dripping into the
acidic broth.
Some
part of you had hoped that, when death finally came knocking at your door, you
would be overcome by some sense of peace and acceptance. That you would meet
your demise with at least some degree of dignity. None of this is happening. Instead,
you begin to weep openly, begging into the dark, unfeeling void that surrounds
you. There’s nothing else on your mind anymore. You’re afraid, and you don’t
want to die. Not like this. It just can’t be.
For
a short time, Alessia appears to stand still. Then she swallows once more,
followed by yet another shrinkie plummeting into the boiling soup somewhere in
your vicinity. Judging by the high-pitched cries as she resurfaces, gasping for
air and calling for help, it is a woman. But you have no ability to empathise
anymore. All you can feel is dread and despair, and pain as your burning
innards convulse again, forcing you to regurgitate more blood and pieces of
your melting innards. All you want to do is scream, but it seems as if your
vocal cords have turned into digested slurry already, and so all you can do is
let out a ghostly wheezing sound. Thrashing around the chyme and a puddle of
your own disintegrating body, you are sloshed around as Alessia begins to move once
more, barely able to keep yourself floating above the surface. Her booming
voice reverberates through her huge organism as she continues to speak to one
of those boys. Then, her body moves backwards all of a sudden before coming to
an abrupt halt. From above, you hear soft laughter, and her heartbeat
accelerating.
In
spite of your agonising pain, you can’t help but listen, trying to figure out
what is going on. Waves of sour chyme splash across your body as Alessia
continues to move, accompanied by more of her giggling. The beat of her heart
becomes faster and faster, and you soon notice that the steady in- and exhaling
sound of her gigantic lungs is also accelerating, her breathing becoming more
rapid and shallow. A few more moments pass, then her whole body appears to
start moving up and down in a slow, rhythmic fashion. Your eyes widen, and just
when the realisation hits you, you hear her Alessia let out a blissful moan.
Is
she… Your mind begins to race, a sense of
utter humiliation and degradation adding to the burning physical pain that is
already searing throughout your melting body. No…
Almost
as if to give confirmation to your thoughts, you hear a loud male grunt,
accompanied by a thrust that makes Alessia’s entire body move up just a bit.
The motion repeats again and again, along with increasingly ecstatic moans. All
that you can do is listen, and endure.
***
“I
just…” Alessia begins, unable to keep herself from giggling as her boyfriend
pulls off her crop top and throws it onto the ground below, starting to kiss
her breasts. “I just got dressed.”
“Whatever.”
Florian pants impatiently, burying his face in her cleavage and pressing his
lips against the soft, warm flesh of her boobs. “It’s not like you’re wearing
an awful lot today.”
She
gasps in fake dismay. “What is that supposed to mean? I’m a decent girl.”
“Of
course you are.” Her boyfriend replies, looking up at her with a sly grin on
his face. Then he turns his attention back to her soft breasts, kissing them a
few more times.
Very
slowly, he starts to move downwards along her belly. Florian does hear some very
faint rumbles and groans emanating from his girlfriend’s stomach as he passes
the area beneath her left breast. But neither of them wastes a single thought
on you and the other shrunken people currently dying in there. He simply
admires Alessia’s trim stomach and the hint of a six pack underneath her toned
skin, his brain discarding the faint gurgles of liquid passing through her
intestines as unimportant. Kissing the area around her belly button, he feels
the muscles of his girlfriend’s belly tense up in anticipation as he moves
further down her lower abdomen. Then he pulls down Alessia’s spandex pants and
her underwear, gently beginning to lick across the warm, widening slit between
her legs. She gasps and affectionately runs her fingers through his blond hair
as he continues, his tongue gliding across her hardening clitoris.
“I…
aaaaah…. Should we really…” Alessia pants, her eyes darting over towards the door
of the shower room for a moment. While part of her is nervous and a little
ashamed of doing this in a public space, the additional adrenaline is flooding
her body with maddening excitement.
“Want
me to stop?” Florian asks, pulling his head away for a moment as he grins up at
her.
“…
no.” She laughs and gently shakes her head, closing her eyes when she leans
back against the tiled walls. “Yes… yes… unngh….” Alessia pants as her
boyfriend continues massaging her vagina with his tongue, biting her lips as
wave upon wave of arousal shoots through her.
After
a few minutes, Florian isn’t able to hold himself back anymore either. He
quickly pulls a condom out of his back pocket and slips out of his shorts and
underpants. Alessia helps him pull the rubber over his large, rock-hard penis,
then he presses his muscular body against hers. They both let out a lustful
moan as he enters her, almost lifting his girlfriend off the ground a little as
they begin moving up and down together. With every upward thrust, Alessia and
her boyfriend moan and grunt, sweat beginning to run down their aroused, fit
bodies. His defined muscles flex as he gently pushes her against the walls of
the shower stall again and again. Her breasts bob up and down as she rides his
throbbing cock, though Alessia still tries to keep her moans down as good as
possible, still nervous that someone may step into the shower room.
But
ultimately, she fails to restrain herself. With every thrust of her boyfriend’s
penis into her tight, wet vagina, the arousal builds up more and more inside of
her, until it finally explodes across her body in an intense orgasm. Alessia
almost screams in ecstasy, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. Florian also
lets out a loud, satisfied groan as he shoots his load almost at the same time,
slipping out of her again as their bodies begin to relax.
“I
love you.” She gasps, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek and wrapping her
arms around his brawny upper body as she embraces him, feeling happy and
utterly content.
Florian
returns the kiss and takes Alessia into his embrace, resting his head against
hers and feeling her warm, feminine body snuggle against his own. “Love you
too, babe.”
***
Deep
down in the depths of Alessia’s stomach, you find yourself in more pain than
you ever would have thought possible. As you slosh around in total darkness,
waves of churning vomit washing over you while the giantess who devoured you
keeps moaning and panting in sexual bliss, your body is slowly falling apart,
with you alive to witness the entire process. It feels as if every single cell inside
of you has been set on fire, with parts of your body just melting into the
pungent acidic broth as if you were made up of ice cream. You can do nothing
but gargle as you try to scream or cry, feeling more blood being coughed up
your throat and running out of your mouth, or the holes that have opened in
your cheeks. Why aren’t you dead yet?
As
the powerful thrusts shaking Alessia’s colossal body continue, you are hurled
against her undulating stomach walls over and over. But you are barely even
aware of anything going on around you anymore, hearing nothing but the sounds
of her digestive system gurgling away, and her constant, aroused groans. Finally,
as one of the swirling vortices stirring the bubbling surface of the acidic
chyme sucks you underneath the surface, you are granted some reprieve, with the
sounds of the young giantess fucking her boyfriend becoming increasingly
muffled. But you can’t entirely escape the sounds of the body you are trapped
in, hearing and feeling a deep rumble rise up from the depths as you sink down.
You start to notice a painfully strong pressure on your ears as you are dragged
deeper and deeper, and after another few moments, your disintegrating lungs
begin to cramp up. You need oxygen.
But
at this point, your battered body is too damaged and weak to act on even the
most basic urges, such as trying to swim up again to draw maybe another breath
or two. You know that there’s no point in fighting it any longer, and some part
of you even welcomes your imminent death. Nevertheless, suffocation still is a
painful process, and the conscious part of your brain is still filled with
existential dread. You are aware that, once you are dead, Alessia will digest
your physical remains. But what will become of your soul? Will that become part
of her too? Or will you just cease to exist, your consciousness forever
evaporating into the void?
Through
the wide-open wounds littered across your semi-digested skin and flesh, more
liquid chyme and acid stream into your body. Slowly exhaling one final time,
you feel the bubble of your last breath run across your face and rise back up
to the surface. The mighty underwater current drags you down deeper still, and
you can feel a tremor go through the vast stomach as the giant girl’s body
bangs against the wall once more. The pressure around you builds up to such a
degree that your skeleton is no longer able to resist. A crack goes through
your bones. The most intense pain you have ever felt sears through every square
inch of your body. You can hear Alessia let out a long, passionate scream of
ecstasy, feeling her body tremble around you. If you were able, you would
scream as well, but you realise that there’s not enough left of you at this
point. Parts of you have disappeared already, and then an eerie, numb sense of
cold nothingness moves up your spine. You can feel your heart stop beating, and
your lungs failing to draw another breath. And then, you yourself are just
wiped from existence forever.
Soon
after your death, while Alessia and Florian get dressed again and head to her
place, your corpse joins a denser layer of sludge at the very bottom of her
stomach. There, it continues to disintegrate over the next one or two hours,
merging into the shapeless sludge as the enzymes in her digestive juices break
your physical remains down into nothing more than disembodied nutrients. Over
the time, air and gasses formed by the process of digestion rise up from your
fermenting corpse, forming small bubbles as they make their way up to the
billowing surface. At this point, the ocean of chyme has fallen silent again,
with not a single cry or scream to be heard any longer. All that fills the
undulating cavern of flesh now is the continued gurgles of Alessia’s vast
digestive system against the backdrop of her calm breath and heartbeat.
Steadily
rising up from the dead bodies at the bottom of the stomach as they break down,
the gas bubbles begin to form a pocket of air, creating a mild sense of
discomfort for the girl who is digesting you. But after repositioning herself
on the sofa where she is cuddling with her boyfriend, the bubble finally slips
through her cardia, quickly travelling up her oesophagus.
***
Snuggling
against Florian’s muscular chest as they watch TV from the sofa in the living
room, Alessia can feel the mild pain beneath her left breast suddenly rise up
behind her sternum and creep into her throat. She raises her head and quickly
moves her hand towards her mouth, but reacts a little too late to effectively
stifle the deep, hearty burp that follows.
“Excuse
me.” She apologises to her boyfriend and presses her hand against her lips,
noticing a slight hint of banana flavour wash back into her mouth.
“Nice!”
Florian laughs, amused by both his girlfriend’s wet belch and the bashful
expression on her face. “But can you beat this?” He then inhales and clenches
his abdominal muscles.
“No,
sweetie, you don’t have t…”
“UUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPP.”
“Really?”
Alessia frowns. “Ugh, why do guys have to be so gross all the time…” She pouts,
crossing her arms in front of her and laying her head back on his chest.
“Wait,
what?” He chuckles, poking her bare midriff. “You started it…”
“What
on earth is going on in here?” The melodic voice of Alessia’s mother chimes in
as the Italian woman steps into the living room. “I could hear you in the
kitchen.”
“It
was her.” Florian says immediately, quickly pointing down at his unsuspecting
girlfriend as Claudia darts him a warning look with her dark brown eyes.
Alessia
gasps in shock, giving her boyfriend an indignant slap on the chest. “No, it
wasn’t. Well… uh… at least not… the second time.”
Her
mother raises an eyebrow. “Either way, I will have none of that at my dinner
table.”
“Is
the pasta ready?” Her daughter asks, sitting up on the couch.
This
simple motion causes some of the chyme in her stomach to shift and then be
sucked into her intestines with a subdued gurgle. Embedded within this glob are
the first of your liquefied remains, but it is a process neither Alessia nor
her boyfriend or her mother are aware of.
Claudia
looks at the clock above the television. “I say, maybe ten more minutes. But
you can sit down at the table already. And tell your sister as well, I’m not calling
her again.”
“Will do, mom. Come on, sweetie. Dinner time.”
Alessia says as she gets up from the sofa.
There’s
another almost inaudible squelch behind her fit abdominal muscles. It’s the
sound of more of your body being pumped into her duodenum along with three
other corpses, though these haven’t yet been as thoroughly digested as yours.
“Sounds
good.” Florian replies, turning off the TV before rising to his feet as well.
While
he goes to sit down at the dining table, Alessia briefly makes her way
upstairs, poking her head in her sister Valeria’s room to let her know that
dinner will be served soon. Together, the sisters head down to the dining area
again, where they join Florian and Claudia just as she begins to serve steaming
hot tagliatelle al ragù onto the four plates she laid out earlier.
***
Just
as Alessia happily slurps the first mouthful of hot tagliatelle through her
soft lips, the last of your acid-corroded bones is slurped through her pyloric
sphincter, entering her duodenum. Spread out through various globs of chyme
through this first part of her small intestine, your remains are mixed with
bile oozing into the undulating tunnel. The watery fluid raises the pH of the
chyme again, so as to prepare it for the next stage of digestion. For you and
the other shrinkies Alessia swallowed with her protein shake, this decrease in
acidity comes far too late, since you are all long dead at this point. Most of
you aren’t even recognisable as humans now, consisting of nothing but shreds of
gooey flesh and bleached little bones.
Slowly
travelling along the curvature of the girl’s duodenum while her stomach begins
to fill with chunks of chewed tagliatelle and mincemeat, your remains proceed
to disintegrate even further, becoming murky clouds of carbohydrates, fat and
protein. All that is left of you now just continues to be pushed deeper and
deeper into the gurgling depths of Alessia’s intestines by strong peristaltic
contractions, entering her jejunum as she finishes her meal and goes up to her
room with Florian. While they lie on her bed, cuddling and watching a comedy
series on her laptop, large amounts of the nutrients that once made up your
body are siphoned from the digested sludge by her villi, entering her
bloodstream. There, they are quickly distributed throughout her vast body,
repurposed into fuel building blocks for her own organism. A little bit of you
is converted into energy, sacrificed to the afterburn of her swim practice, but
most of what once was you now becomes a part of Alessia. The calcium extracted
from your bones is mostly converted into hydroxyapatite, becoming embedded in
thin layers of newly forming enamel on her white teeth. Your flesh, on the
other hand, is broken down into fat and protein, the largest part of which is
used to replenish her muscles following a day of intense exercise. Nearly all
of your own muscles become tissue in Alessia’s gluteus maximus, whereas the tiny
bit of extra fat she gained from digesting you goes straight to her breasts,
now gently bobbing up and down again as she and Florian proceed to have sex for
a second time today.
Multiple
orgasms shake her body, but this time around, you aren’t alive to witness her
moans as they easily drown out the wet gurgles and squelches of her intestines.
When she has finally had enough for the evening, curling up beside her
boyfriend and snuggling against him with a tired yawn, your paltry remains
drift on into the ileum. At this point of your journey, not even twenty percent
of your former body is still in Alessia’s intestine, and even what little
remains continues to be broken down further still. The last of your bones begin
to break apart, unable to withstand the forces of digestion any longer. Turning
into no more than brittle white flakes, they too are mostly absorbed into her
bloodstream and carried away to nourish her.
At
the end, all that is left of you is waste. Hollow bone splinters, hair, toe-
and fingernails, all indigestible and therefore useless to Alessia’s body.
Sometime around midnight, while she is fast asleep in the embrace of her
boyfriend, these are squirted through her ileocecal valve and into her large
intestine. There, they gather as part of a putrid, dark brown sludge before
being carried upwards, along her ascending colon. But even this faecal slurry
isn’t entirely without use, as it still contains precious water that the human
body has not evolved to waste. While it is pumped along her large intestine, streaming
into her transverse colon, the water is drained from the digestive sludge,
turning it more and more into a thick brown paste. Just as Alessia’s stomach
immediately above contracts and begins to spew liquefied pasta into her
duodenum, the chunks of the faecal avalanche containing your remains break off
and slip down the girl’s descending colon, finally coming to a halt within the curvature
of her sigmoid. Nothing of you is even visible any longer, the minimal amount
of digestive detritus speaking of the human you once were deeply embedded
within the newly forming log of shit.
***
The
girl who digested you continues to sleep peacefully throughout the night, only
waking up when she hears the birds singing in the trees outside during the
early morning hours. Rolling around in bed, she blinks a few times and tries to
find a position in which the rays of sunlight falling through her shutters
don’t shine right into her face, while also taking care not to wake up her
boyfriend. But ultimately, her movements cause him to open his eyes, looking at
her with a sleepy expression on his face. He smiles, raising his head from the
pillow a little.
“Morning,
babe.” He says, rubbing his eyes. “You okay there?”
“Close
your eyes again.” Alessia says gently, glancing at the digital clock on her
nightstand before kissing him on the forehead. “It’s only half past five. You
don’t need to get up yet.”
“But
don’t you wanna go for a run soon?” Florian inquires, pulling her towards
himself.
“Well,
yeah…” She begins, smiling as he kisses her on the cheek. “But you don’t have
to.”
“Ah!
But I want to. You can use some company, I think. And someone to push
your lazy ass.” He says with a wink and grabs her right butt cheek, giving it an
affectionate squeeze. Neither of them knows or cares that a large part of you
is now entombed in the girl’s jiggly posterior.
“Yeah,
sure.” Alessia laughs, pressing herself against him as she kisses him on the lips.
Florian
puts his arms around her, drawing out the kiss and using just a bit of tongue.
Letting out a soft giggle, Alessia rolls onto him and gently bites his lower
lip, then moves in again for a more prolonged, passionate tongue kiss. She
makes out with him for a few minutes, finally noticing the growing stiffness
between her boyfriend’s legs. With a playful smirk, she moves her face down his
chest and belly, showering his pecs and his six pack with kisses in the same
way he did the day before. Then she gently puts her fingers around his large,
erect cock and puts it in her mouth, beginning to move her lips up and down as
she sensually licks across it.
“Holy…
fuuuck.” Florian gasps as he throws his head back in the pillow.
Alessia
smiles as good as she can with Florian’s penis in her mouth, continuing to lick
across and suck it as if it were a popsicle. It doesn’t take long for her
boyfriend to moan with desire, writhing around on the mattress as he tries to
prolong the state of ecstasy for just a bit longer. But as many times before,
he cannot withstand his girlfriend’s gentle licking and sucking for much
longer, and lets out a relieved groan as his athletic body tenses up in a
powerful orgasm. Feeling his warm, salty semen squirt into her throat, Alessia
pulls his cock out of her mouth with a wet slurp and swallows. Then she drops
down beside her boyfriend on the bed again, affectionately stroking his face as
he tries to catch his breath.
“Wooah…ooh…
thank you, babe.” He pants, kissing her on the cheek once more.
“Don’t…”
Alessia begins, her eyes widening as she surprises herself with a petite, salty
burp. “Oops, sorry. Don’t mention it.” Then she turns around and gets out of
bed.
Meanwhile,
deep inside her toned belly, Alessia’s stomach dutifully begins to break down
her boyfriend’s semen. The cum is partially made up of nutrients which Florian’s
body extracted from the tinies he ate the day before, and which are now being
digested for a second time by his girlfriend. But it isn’t a thought that even
crosses the minds of the two young lovers.
As
she rises to her feet, the boy just admires the sight of his girlfriend’s body,
her butt cheeks and her boobs wobbling slightly as she walks over to her
wardrobe. There, she starts to put on a light tracksuit, glancing at Florian as
she squeezes her breasts into a tight sports bra.
“Well,
get up, mister. Or are you just taking in the sights?” She says with mock
disapproval.
“Alright,
alright.” He mutters, pushing the blanket away and getting out of bed as well.
Going over to his gym bag, he lets out a loud yawn and starts slipping into his
own tracksuit.
“And
no falling behind today.” Alessia says, raising an index finger in his
direction while she zips up the jacket of her tracksuit. “I know what you’re
doing when that happens.”
“But the view…” Florian starts to complain.
“Nope.
Not today.” She firmly shakes her head, looking down at her smartwatch as she
sets it up for the morning run. “Ten kilometres in fifty minutes. Not a second
longer.”
“Fine.”
Her boyfriend concedes, putting on his tracksuit pants.
“I’ll
meet you downstairs in just a moment.” Alessia says, now having fully changed
into her jogging attire except for her running shoes. “Need to go to the toilet
first.”
“Yeah,
me too.” Florian nods. “I’ll take the one downstairs.”
“Right.
See you in a sec.”
Going
on ahead of him, Alessia steps into the small bathroom next to her room and
locks the door behind her, sensing a light pressure within her lower abdomen.
While it doesn’t feel all that urgent just yet, she wants to get it out of the
way before embarking on her morning run with Florian. She walks over to the
toilet and pulls down her pants and underwear again, then drops her firm butt
cheeks onto the seat. Listening to the birds chirping outside, she lets out a
fart and begins emptying her bladder, a warm stream of urine trickling out of
her urethra and into the toilet bowl below. After a few seconds, the jet of pee
subsides and another short fart escapes between her ass cheeks, her anus starting
to widen. Somewhat impatiently drumming her fingers on her thighs, Alessia
frowns as she clenches the muscles in her lower abdomen and begins to push, a
log of shit finally emerging from her rectum. It curls and then breaks off,
dropping into the yellowish water at the bottom of the bowl with a wet splash.
Deep
within the turd floating beneath her ass, some of your pathetic remains, such
as a couple of bleached bone splinters and a bushel of your hair, begin soaking
up the urine-mired water, but another part of you is still within the giant
girl’s body. Only when Alessia presses again and a second large turd splashes
into the bowl next to the first are your remains set free from her organism
again. But this is only waste, a small percentage of you that wasn’t of use to
the girl who digested you. Most of you is now buried in the huge butt cheeks
hovering over your faecal gravesite, condemned to eternal servitude within this
girl’s body.
Alessia,
of course, does not even think about you for a second, nor does she even bat an
eye as she gets up and begins to clean herself. Looking down into the toilet
bowl for just a second, she does register some of the tiny white bone splinters
baked into the pasty brown logs. But it is an everyday sight for her. Thousands
of the likes of you have already suffered a similar fate, many more than she
can count, and you will not be the last either. It may be your funeral, but to
her, it’s just another morning shit. She therefore concludes it with the
appropriate lack of ceremony, wiping some more of your ground remains from her
puckered sphincter before she drops the used paper into the bowl and flushes.
While
your digested residue is swiftly carried away through the indoor plumbing and
off into the municipal sewers, Alessia pulls up her tracksuit pants and washes
her hands, hearing the sound of another toilet being flushed downstairs. Once
she is done, she dries herself off and then unlocks the door, heading down the
stairs to go running with her boyfriend.
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