The giantess lay on the bed, naked save for her underwear, reading a book. I, scarcely an eighth of an inch in height, stood next to one of her massive feet, trapped under the blankets with God knows how much of her body. The rest of her body seemed an eternity away from here, the smooth, tanned flesh of her massive legs providing an almost infinite pathway to her hips.

Then, without warning, the massive woman planted her left foot down, pinning me underneath the ball of her foot, and dragged it halfway up to her hips, leaving her knee elevated, her foot flat, and her legs spread slightly. In an instant, I went from standing underneath her massive foot to being helplessly dragged, her foot pressed against my face, across hundreds of feet of bedsheets. It only lasted a second, but it took far longer for me to recover, my head spinning, my back burning, and my whole body aching.
But she didn’t have much weight on her foot now, so I could gain a bit of purchase and crawl out from beneath her feet. It took a minute, but I finally freed myself and stood back up, trying to make sense of where I was now.

I stood between the giantess’ massive, smooth legs, able only to see their beautifully-toned flesh and the crotch of the purple boyshorts that they led up to. When she raised her knee, it had caused one of the legs of her underwear to ride up a bit, exposing the darkened, clean-shaven flesh of her crotch. 

I made my way towards her body, trying to keep clear of her legs in case she moved them again, but, for the two minutes that it took me to trek across the bed sheets, she did not. Soon, I stood within arm’s reach of the seam of her underwear, wondering if I should risk climbing up or just try scaling her leg instead.

It was already hot under the bedsheets, but the heat here was oppressive, so I decided to climb up the leg that was still lying flat on the bed. It wasn’t hard to clamber up and over the hem and squeeze my way between the cotton and the inside of her leg, but, almost as soon as I did, she lifted her other leg, and I fell down the inside of her shorts into her crotch.

I landed on my back in the wrinkle where her upper thigh met her crotch, and realized, to my surprise, that the flesh was somewhat wet around here. It wasn’t just sweat; she was horny, and the thin layer of fluid that was soaking into the warm skin was lubricant that she had spread around from masturbating earlier. 

I had to tread carefully. One misplaced foot and I would tumble down, over the edge, to parts unknown, and there would be no escape. I could feel the heat of her desire from here, and her massive hands, or whatever else she had above the blankets, would crush me like a bug without her even realizing I was here.

So I started to climb up and over, working my way towards the relative safety of her belly button, using hair follicles as hand and footholds against the almost vertical face and sleek, wet walls.

It felt like I was climbing for hours, but, at my size, I had hardly made it an inch up her torso. When I looked down, I could see the pink flesh of the woman’s vulva, swollen and shining with lubricant, and that meant that I was still in grave danger.

But then, with little more warning than a quiet moan, the giantess pushed her hands into her panties to start masturbating. I saw her fingers slide through the elastic like it wasn’t even there, and I barely had enough time to process what was happening before her middle finger struck me directly, and I was caught, helpless, beneath her fingertip as she started to masturbate.

I should have been rolled out from underneath her fingers almost immediately, but there was so much lubricant around that it quickly soaked her fingertips, and I just slid around the giantess’ genitals under the tip of her middle finger. At first, she gently stroked her clitoris, though the action was anything but gentle for me as I was pressed deep into the soft flesh underneath the unyielding body of her finger, surrounded by gallons of lubricant and immersed in oppressive heat and stench. 

But it wasn’t long before the woman grew tired of this motion, and she lifted her hand off her clitoris. Trapped in a viscous layer of lubricant that now dripped from her fingertips, I saw, for a brief moment, her swollen, pink, and clean-shaven vulva before she brought her hand back against her crotch and shoved her middle two fingers into her vagina.

I was plunged instantly into a world of heat and flesh. The bright pink, textured walls of the giantess’ vagina were just barely visible between her labia, but she shoved her fingers between those fleshy curtains like they weren’t even there, and, in an instant, the distant, seemingly bottomless maw of her vagina was suddenly all around me. 

The woman started slow, massaging the front wall of her vagina just an inch or so from the entrance. With my back pinned to the tip of her finger, the whole front of my body was pressed relentlessly into the hot, elastic flesh. The complicated texture of soft, fluid-soaked ridges enveloped my body like a living glove as the woman slowly massaged the most sensitive parts of her body. 

Then I felt her hips shift, a terrifying warning of what she was about to do. She drew her ring finger out, and then started to penetrate herself with a will. Keeping her finger pressed against the wall of her vagina, I was still trapped, helpless as playful teasing turned into full-blown masturbation.

I was forced deep into the elastic flesh of her vagina as her middle finger rode back and forth, pressing hard and massaging back and forth at the same time. The textured flesh turned into a painful pink blur as I was driven all around her vagina, never once offered a glance of the outside world, never once given a chance to take a breath of fresh air. I swam in a hot, turbulent mix of bodily fluids as, with loud, squelching sounds, she penetrated her body with her middle finger, pushing me so deep into the flesh that I was literally enveloped by it. 

She wasn’t able to do this long before she finally climaxed, although every second of it was unbearable torture. When she reached orgasm, however, she plunged her finger as deep in as she could and held it there. A moment later, her hips shook and the muscles that bound the walls of her vagina contracted, squeezing hard around her finger. The flesh that she pressed me into turned rock hard and pressed against my face as hard as her finger pressed against my back. In the midst of the pressure, I was sure that I was going to die, but then the contraction subsided.

A second later, though, it came back. It was somewhat weaker, and didn’t last quite as long, but it was still nearly enough to kill me. By the time I had recovered from it, a third one came, and forced a scream of pain from my lips. But the third one was enough for her, because she slowly drew her finger out of her vagina, sliding it over the sensitive wall of her vagina as each weakening contraction pressed me against her finger.

But, before I was even halfway out, one of the contractions grabbed me off her finger just as she pulled it away from the wall of her vagina, and suddenly I was stuck to the thick layer of fluid that coated the walls. Her finger was gone, and, after it, the walls of her vagina slowly started to close together. The contractions had subsided into a soft shaking with every one of her rapid heartbeats. The shaking, however, was not enough to throw me out of the layer of lubricant.

I could gain some purchase against the wall, though, pushing against the textured walls with all my might. But the soft flesh merely absorbed my hands and feet like quicksand. Still, the layer of fluid didn’t hold me very tight, and I eventually pushed hard enough that I fell from the front wall of her vagina and landed on the other side. The walls were so tight together, though, that there was barely enough room for me to stand up straight. When I climbed to my feet, I was almost able to touch the front wall by reaching up, and, closer to the entrance, it got so tight that the walls were touching. I would have had to force my way through the flesh to escape.

But here, with the walls shaking and the viscous fluid grabbing at my legs halfway up to my knees, my footing was unsteady. I made my way slowly forward, treading carefully over the ridges and textures of the woman’s vaginal walls. After only a few feet, I had to drop to my hands and knees to continue forward, and then, as the flesh started to press against my back, I lay down and started to push my way between the flesh, practically swimming in the woman’s lubricant.

It seemed like I was doing this for hours before I made it to a point where the flesh finally opened up again. I could taste the fresh air, and, climbing up to my hands and knees, I worked my way up what was a growing incline. The texture provided decent handholds, and, soon enough, I could see outside.

The woman’s vulva was spread open slightly, providing me a view of her legs, which were spread wide across the bed, her panties tossed down between her feet. 

And then I saw the dildo. A massive, pink vibrator with ridges halfway down its length. There was no escaping the woman’s body in time, so I tried to scramble back to safety, but I fell back against the tight walls, and could do nothing but watch as the woman brought the tip of the dildo against the opening to her vagina, then plunged it in.

My ears popped at the sudden pressure increase, and the tip of the dildo struck me right in the chest, driving me through the tight walls like they weren’t even there. About halfway into the woman’s vagina, I fell under the tip, and the dildo rode over my body, the hard, plastic bulk forcing my body into the flesh at my back. 

I got caught underneath one of the ridges and dragged out of the textured surface of the elastic walls, rolled around between the dildo and the flesh of the woman’s vagina like a mote of dust between her fingers. And then, when the woman got the thing as deep into her as she could, she pulled it out, and I was tossed and turned down the whole length of the woman’s vagina until I finally caught on something, buried facedown in the flesh, pressed relentlessly into it until the dildo finally passed over. 

It was a painful and chaotic process, but it had only been the first insertion, and, a second later, the woman repeated it. I was dragged around the walls of the woman’s vagina, back and forth, but finally deposited closer to the entrance than I had been the first time, coughing out fluid, flesh pressed against my back and face and wondering how I hadn’t been killed.

But that had been relatively slow, I realized, as the giantess pushed the dildo back inside her with even greater force. This time, I didn’t have the chance to get caught on it, and was just buried into the walls of her vagina until it was finally gone. And still the woman gained speed, pushing harder and faster, driving the dildo in and out of her body with a savage will, completely oblivious to the torture that I endured.

One penetration would push me, facefirst, into the flesh, and then another would roll me about and deposit me somewhere else in the massive woman’s vagina.  Then my back would be pressed against the flesh as I was forced to endure the hard ridges of her dildo passing over my face.

It was a chaotic and painful whirlwind of motion. The massive woman fucked herself for what felt like hours, tossing me all around the inside of her vagina. In the unbearable turmoil of it all, I didn’t notice the rhythmic contractions leading up to orgasm, or even the rocking of her hips as the pleasure mounted, as I was too busy being crushed between the dildo and the walls of her vagina to understand that anything else was going on.

But then, just as the woman pulled the dildo out of her body, leaving me face-up against the wall of her vagina about a quarter of the way in, she climaxed. The walls around me turned rock-hard, and the one above me came crashing down as the one at my back came surging up. They met in the middle and crushed my tiny body, wrapping every limb in flesh and pressing against me with enough pressure to break my bones.

And then they relaxed. My head was spinning and my whole body was sore. I just barely had enough time to recover, though, before the woman’s muscle-bound vagina contracted again, and the walls slapped back together. This contraction was far weaker and shorter than the first, but, almost as soon as the woman’s vagina had relaxed, it snapped back together. The repeated contractions, brief though they were, were even more torturous than the long one had been, because I had no time to recover, and no warning before the walls around my seized up and came crashing down around me.

After half a dozen contractions, the following squeezes were too weak to bring the walls all the way together, finally offering me a respite from the torture. But then the woman suddenly sank the dildo back into her body. The vibration was off, but it still filled her vagina, and drove me almost all the way to the bottom before the ridges passed all the way over me and I was stuck between the smoother part and the textured walls of the woman’s vagina.

She left it there for a moment, and, above the noise and vibration of her heartbeat, I felt her entire body shiver as she let out a soft moan. Then, after a moment, she pulled it back out. She did it slowly enough that the very first ridge grabbed onto me and held, and I was pulled all the way out of her body.

She tilted the dildo up and dragged it along the surface of her vulva. Her labia grabbed onto me as she did so, and I was rolled violently between the dildo and her crotch, no relief provided by the thin, sticky layer of vaginal discharge and lubricant, until I wound up somewhere near her clitoris, pressed forcefully between the soft flesh and the hard dildo.

She slid it up and down, very slowly, and I tumbled along with it, the flesh yielding like water as the dildo pressed into it, and wrapping around my body like a suffocating, living glove as I was massaged over ever inch of it.

When she finally pulled the dildo away, I was sucked off its surface by the sticky fluid on her crotch, and left trapped between the lips of her labia, my head and shoulders sticking out but the rest of my body held tight. I was too tired to try and break free, and too small to succeed even if I had tried. 

The giantess had the covers off now, and her boyshorts around her ankles. Watching from between her legs, I was a captive spectator as, with terrifying speed for her size, the massive woman swung her legs off the bed, stood up, and bent down. When she bent over, her vulva was squeezed and shifted between her legs, and the lips that held me fast seemed to push me out a bit. Now, I was only trapped from the waist down, my arms free. I stood a chance of escaping, but I would have to move quick.

Then the woman stood back up. At that moment, I was thrown free from the lips of her labia, and, at the same time, I saw the crotch of her panties coming up fast. I fell into the cotton hammock of her boyshorts only a second before they came up and met her crotch.

After but a breath of fresh air, I was pressed back up against the woman’s crotch, breathing in the hot, heavy fumes of her womanhood and soaked in the bodily fluids that slowly dripped from her insides. She adjusted her panties, pulling the waistband up around her ass and fastening it between her legs. The tight cotton surface pushed me up, and I was wedged into her vulva as it was tightly seated in the crotch of her boyshorts.

Buried deep inside the woman, with the only parts of my body not surrounded by flesh resting against the tight cotton of her panties, I was completely trapped, but the woman seemed finally done abusing my tiny body. With no risk of being trapped in another one of her masturbation marathons, I may have stood a chance of escaping, but, after a few minutes of struggling in vain between the lips of her labia and the elastic of her panties, I decided that it wasn’t worth it right now. The things that she had done to me had left me sore all over and deeply tired. 

The blanketing heat of her flesh and the distant, steady pounding of her heartbeat were, now that the chaos had come to an end, somewhat soothing. And I soon drifted off to sleep, trapped in the folds of a giantess’ vagina, deep beneath the protective layer of her panties, as she went about her day. Nobody, not even her, knew that I was there, and, in some way, I felt safer as a result.

I was woken an indeterminate amount of time later by a sudden light and a flood of fresh, cool air. Groggy and only able to see the outside world through a thin gap between her labia, I was unable to figure out what was happening. I definitely knew that I was deeper than I had been before, and there seemed to be more fluid around me than there had been as well. What had happened? Had she peed and wiped, pressing me even deeper? If so, how had I not noticed until now?

Then, without warning, something massive slammed into me, instantly driving me deep into the woman’s vagina. At first, I thought she was masturbating again, but then, when the walls of the woman’s vagina pulled me under the massive, hard object and left me to suffer being rolled between its rough textures and the elastic walls of her insides, I realized that the purple head, the fleshy wrinkles, and the spiderweb of veins could mean only one thing.

She was having sex, and I was caught in the middle. 

It was far too late to escape, and futile to even try to find a safe spot. The man who was fucking her thrusted in and out with force and purpose, his massive dick spreading the walls of her vagina like a latex glove, sliding effortlessly in and out with a steady and consistent rhythm.

I was trapped in the middle of it all. If anything, this was worse than the dildo. The man’s penis was not as large and didn’t have the same ridges, but the shape of the head meant that I was scooped up as he pulled out, and deposited somewhere near the entrance. Then, as he thrusted back in, I was rolled around between the body of his dick and the rough, textured walls of the woman’s vagina, squashed between the giant and the giantess like dough under a rolling pin.

It was a torturous process. All I could hear was the pounding of the two heartbeats and the deafening squishing and squelching sounds of soft flesh and lubricant sloshing around amidst the driving force of the man’s cock. I was contorted into impossible positions amidst a whirlwind of motion that left me impossible to figure out which way was up. My world was heat, flesh, and chaos.

But the worst part was when the man finally finished. In the moment before, I was caught up at the tip of his head and finally deposited, at the apex of the thrust, on the walls of the woman’s vagina. Trapped in lubricant, my back against the giantess’ flesh, the opening to the man’s penis was pointed down, right at my face, so close that I could almost reach up and touch it.

And then, without warning, a torrent of fluid rocketed out of it. I was caught up in the flood, and washed around in a milky white mix of lubricant and semen as the man filled what little space was left inside the woman with his hot fluid. After the turbulent flow was over, I found myself surrounded by a thick glob of budily fluids, trapped between the walls of the woman's vagina and the shaft of the man's cock.

Just after the motion finally ceased, the man slowly pulled his dick out of the giantess. At no point did I come in enough contact with the vaginal walls for them to pull me off, and, suddenly, I was out in the open, swimming in a massive drop of viscous, white fluid through which I could barely see the outside world. I started to panic, wondering what would happen to me now that I seemed to be attached to this stranger, the giantess’ lover. Would it be any better than being stuck inside her body?

After some time of chaotic, bouncing motion, the world grew still enough that, through the haze of the man’s sperm that surrounded me, I figured out where where I was. I could make out the fuzzy image of the shaft of his penis, his dangling testicles, even the pale, hairy columns of his legs. I was stuck underneath the head of his dick, the underside that no man ever bothered to look at.

Suddenly, there was another, nauseating burst of motion. Insignificant to him, I was sure, but even the tiniest wiggle of his cock was pure chaos to me. Then, trying in vain to blink away the translucent fluid that coated my entire body, I saw that the giantess was on her knees, her face right in front of me. I realized, in the split second that I could see it, that the giantess that had tortured me, whose insides I had thoroughly explored, was my innocent-looking blonde coworker, Kristin. 

And then she wrapped her mouth around the rapidly-softening cock of her lover. I was once again enveloped in darkness, only barely able to see the moist pink of her mouth and the white of her teeth. Her tongue came slithering up and slimed its way across the shaft of the man’s penis, its tip coming to an end at the head and pulling me off with the glob of fluid that I was trapped in.

I could see, through the mix of lubricant, semen, and saliva, as the man’s cock slid back out of Kristin’s mouth and her slips sealed shut behind it. Then she moved me, with the gallons of fluid that I was immersed in, to the back of her mouth, and, with a mighty gulp, swallowed me down.

I was pushed down her throat in a second, and landed in her mostly empty stomach. The walls, heavily wrinkled and slick with fluid, heaved and writhed at my entry, tossing me up and town and coating my body with acid.

I couldn’t feel the burn, though. My suspicion that I was invincible was confirmed as the walls of the giantess’ stomach beat at me in a futile attempt to digest me. There was a horrifying possibility that I could be trapped here forever, unable to die and unable to be processed by her body. I beat desperately at the walls, and they beat me back, knocking me around and slowly passing me further down. 

Eventually, though, I was squeezed out of her stomach, and spent the next few hours traveling through the giantess’ digestive system. I was unable to fight the inexorable current of her body, and carried along like mere food until, what felt like an eternity later, she finally passed me.

I was stunned, though, to find that Kristin turned around and fished me out, picking me up between her thumb and forefinger and washing me off in the sink. “I hope you enjoyed that,” she told me. “Because you get to do it again.”

My eyes widened, and I drew a breath to put words to my shock. She knew? She knew the whole time? She knew that I had been her unwilling plaything, that I had been caught in her body while she made love? She knew that she had eaten me?

But, before I could speak, she put my body underneath the sink again. Even that meager flow of water was, to my tiny body, an incomprehensible deluge of water. The stream struck my body with force that should have shattered my bones, and her fingers held on to me even tighter, but I felt no pain. I was not even offered the release of death.

Even though I had sucked down gallons of water without consequence, I still coughed and sputtered pathetically, gasping for air, when she pulled me from the stream. But, before I could catch my breath, she stuck me under again. I had no idea how long this torture lasted.

When I was thoroughly cleaned, she popped me into her mouth without delay. I could barely process my transition from the cold torrent of water to the suffoccating heat of her mouth before she swallowed me right back down again.

I spent the next few days traveling through the giantess’ intestines, being slowly pushed through the dark, tight passageways of her body, surrounding by the rumbling of the muscles that moved me along, the sloshing of the intestinal fluids that surrounded me, and the constant, steady pounding of her heartbeat. At least a dozen times I was squeezed out of her asshole, cleaned off, and sucked right back down her throat.

It was never pleasant, and I never seemed to need food, water, or even sleep. I was awake, trapped in an eternal nightmare as I toured the massive woman’s digestive system, bathing in stomach acid without dying, breathing in thick fluids without drowning, and somehow able to see everything in a dim light that came from nowhere.

I lost track of how many times I was eaten before she finally decided she wanted something else from me. She never told me what it was, though. After cleaning me off, she just brought me down between her legs, her free hand spreading the lips of her labia and exposing the pink flesh beneath, and stuffed me clumsily into her vagina. 

I rode the tip of her middle finger deep into her body, and, when it departed, the flesh closed hungrily around me. Even at my tiny size, they hugged me tight, and, while I could gain some small amount of purchase against them, it would take a very long time before I would actually get anywhere, and, with the cold speed that she had inserted me, it was hard to tell which way I would have to go to actually get out of her body.

The walls here were damp, a pink color and a ridged texture that was quite different from the inside of her intestines. There was very little space here, as well; rather than being suspended in an inexorable current of digestive juices, I was held fast by the elastic walls of the giantess’ vagina. Pools and bubbles of fluid sat in what few empty cavities there were, leaving me soaked from head to toe in the discharge that coated the walls in a thin sheen.

Here, there were no muscles trying to work me in either direction, no sounds of sloshing fluids, just the thumping of her heartbeat, each pulse vibrating the walls ever so slightly, and the very clear, irregular pounding of her feet hitting the ground, her hips shaking back and forth with each step she took.

The heat, the fluid, the vibration of the walls and the much more present feeling of motion as Kristin walked around made the prison of her body feel even more alive than it had when she had been eating me. I had never been here in a situation where she was just going about her day, and it was terrifying.

I had to escape. Even being eaten was preferable to this. I started to push against the walls, squirming and kicking, desperately hoping that I was moving in the right direction, and that I wasn’t stimulating her enough for her to realize what I was doing, or, worse, enjoy it.

It took a great long while before I really started moving, and, fortunately, the giantess didn’t seem to respond to it. I slowly squeezed through the living, vicelike textures of the massive woman’s vaginal walls, with each inch feeling like a mile, and, after what felt like hours, I managed to push myself into a tiny little chamber.

My heart dropped when I saw the firm, smooth surface of the giantess’ cervix, glistening with fluid and with a tiny orifice in the middle, far too small for even me to fit through, and with a slight smear of blood in it. I was as deep inside of Kristin as I could get, and there was no way I’d be able to escape from here.

What I hadn’t noticed, however, as I had struggled in exactly the wrong direction of freedom, is that the walls around me had grown warmer, the heartbeat that beat at my tiny body had grown faster. The fluid that flowed from the walls was clearer, less viscous, and came in greater volume. The fact that the little chamber I was in even existed should have been warning enough, but I didn’t recognize the signs until it was too late.

Something absolutely massive slammed into my back, rolling me around chaotically between its hard body and the elastic walls of the woman’s vagina, and driving me hard right onto the woman’s cervix. It pressed down on me hard, seeking to drive me into the hole that I certainly wouldn’t fit in, and then it pulled away.

In the instant between when it was no longer pressed against my face and when the woman’s vagina closed up behind it, blocking it from view, I saw the purple, wrinkled head and narrow slit of a penis. I realized what would eventually happen, and, trapped in the viscous layer of fluid that coated the giantess’ cervix, I was helpless to do anything about it but wait.

Whoever Kristin was having sex with was truly enormous, to be able to push so forcefully against the very bottom of her vagina, but he had restraint as well. The head of the penis never struck me again. I just saw it thrusting in and out of the woman’s vagina, pushing the walls aside and sending a spray of Kristin’s own vaginal lubricant into the void that surrounded her cervix, then withdrawing and disappearing from sight with a squelching sound.

It didn’t take long for it to be all over, but Kristin and her lover both reached orgasm at the same time. I felt the vibration of her screams through the walls of her vagina, and, unbelievably, the opening to her cervix beneath me opened up slightly, sucking me down into it as the muscles surrounding her vagina seized up, pushing the cervix that now held me fast forward, right in front of her lover’s penis.

And then he climaxed. The spray of semen was like a firehose of white, striking me with such force that it drove me further into the woman’s dilated cervix. Suddenly, I was trapped up to my waist, and then the opening relaxed, clutching me with force I hadn’t believed possible.

Acting seemingly with malicious intent, the woman’s cervix pulled away from the head of the man’s penis at the same time, and then, when the next contraction of the woman’s orgasm came, it slammed back down on top of the man’s dick, driving me further in like a nail under a hammer.

The man withdrew a bit by the time Kristin’s next contractions came, and I was caught in a heaving mass of flesh, Kristin’s cervix bouncing up and down as her vaginal walls clenched tight. I was amazed that so much of her body could move that fast, but, realistically, it was probably no more than a centimeter or so of motion. 

By the end of it, I was still trapped, but drowning in a mix of vaginal fluids and semen. My arms and legs were pinned, held so tightly that I couldn’t believe that they hadn’t broken. I had been squeezed through every orifice in her digestive system, but nothing so far had held me this tight. The shallow breaths that I was able to take with such pressure were no more than the disgusting feeling of the hot, slimy bodily fluids running down my throat. I wished desperately that I could drown.

But I couldn’t. I could never die. I would just be trapped here until something shook me loose. But that came faster than I anticipated. After the orgasm subsided, the mound of her cervix started shaking up and down again, plunging me over and over, through the pooling fluid, towards the bottom of the fleshy chamber. Through the walls, I could hear her giggling, and each little laugh was accompanied with a soft clench of her vaginal walls.

I was shaken free almost instantly, flung from the walls that held me tight and driven down into the thick, viscous layer of mixed bodily fluids that coated the giantess’ insides. I was helpless to escape, and, honestly, was too tired to even try. I just lay there in the hot fluid, carried along with it as it the giantess’ every motion stirred it around. She continued to laugh occasionally, and the shaking of her vaginal walls pummeled me repeatedly and sent the mixture of semen and lubricant flowing anew. 

There was nowhere to go but down. I was carried along with the fluids through walls that had been stretched by the exercise they had just undergone. And, eventually, I found myself face-up in the damp cotton of her panties.

Not long after I had dripped out of the giantess’ vagina did the world around me start to shake violently, and suddenly there was light as she dropped her underwear to the floor. The damp cotton and the thin layer of fluid that had pooled in it clung onto me, and the movement didn’t shake me off at all, even as she picked up the panties and brought them up to her face.

Kristin saw me, there was no doubt, but she didn’t say anything. She just brought the wet crotch of her panties up to her face and licked me off, taking a sizable drop of fluid with me. I sat on her tongue inside her mouth for a moment before her tongue tilted back, I fell down into her throat, and she swallowed me down.

I never knew any other life since the first time I had found myself under the Kristin’s covers. She ate me over and over again, her intestines a living prison that never lost its terrifying heat and noise. The only time I ever had relief from that world was when she stuffed me into her vagina. Not long after that, I would be ravaged by a massive penis, left to lie in her lover’s slimy fluids until she decided to recover me, and then I went straight back into her stomach.

If I wasn’t caught in the middle of sex, I was being eaten alive. I spent the rest of my life inside Kristin.