It was a cold November night in the big apple. Midnight approached rapidly and Kim had to get out of the bar before it got too late. Kim is a short petite girl, 27 years of age. She had just recently moved to New York for a great business opportunity. She’s fresh out of college and hungry to move forward in her career. Little did she know she had picked the wrong time to be out late.

As Kim exited the bar she started the trip back to her apartment. She was pretty blasted and just wanted to get some sleep. Hurrying home, Kim thought she’d cut through an alley. As she was passing through the dim alley she felt a sting on her arm. Immediately she reached for her pepper spray in her purse. But as she dug through her bag her vision began to blur and spin, and she felt sick. Before she knew it she fell unconscious. The last thing she felt was a warm touch around her.

When Kim awoke she noticed that she wasn’t in her bed. The surface around her naked body felt strangely like wood. The landscape around her was dark and musty. The overwhelming odor of cigars permeated her nostrils. Then out of nowhere this place she was in seemed as if it was lifting up. Kim fell to the ground due to the sudden change of altitude. Just before Kim was about to upchuck due to the sudden change of velocity, what she perceived as the sky opened. As the blaze of light struck her Kim noticed that she was in some sort of huge box. She could see that the ‘sky’ that opened was a latch door held by hinges.

Just as Kim was getting used to her surroundings, the box started to tilt and she began to fall onto what looked like a wooden table. Kim was certain she would die from this drop, but as she plummeted down to the surface below she was surprised to be alive with no damage. Looking around, her she seemed to be in a plain room with nothing in it. But the unmistakable feeling of being watched could be felt. As she turned around she began to scream.

A colossus of a man stood at the other end of the table. His steel eyes staring down at the bug before him. He was wearing very tight boxers, wedging tightly against his girth and plump ass. He was slightly chubby, with a loose wifebeater on. His hair was a mahogany color with shaved on the sides and unkempt on the top, and his chin sported a 5’o clock shadow.

The giant speaks in a commanding tone, “I brought you here for one simple reason. That reason is for my pleasure. Your past life is gone and you now live to serve me.” Kim was shocked, her immediate instinct was to run but looking at her surroundings she saw that there was nowhere to go. Her urge to run got the better of her and she bolted to the end of the table. Kim peered down to the floor. The fall was comparable to jumping off a skyscraper. Before she could make a choice she saw the man’s hand envelop her. He put her in a grip to tight to struggle, his vice grip took the breath out of her. When the hand was released she was at face height with the giant.

“Listen here you worm, I could easily kill you right now. You’re my slave now and slaves who disobey get discipline.” The hand enveloped Kim again, she could feel herself descending. She was then dumped out of the hand onto the table with a huge pair of feet before her. The dominant voice of the giant sounded again, “For your first order, I demand you to clean my feet.” Kim stared awkwardly at the giant. The stench of the feet clouded Kim’s senses. “Do it! Or so help me I will snuff your useless life out of existence!” the giant demanded. Not having any other options Kim approached the soles. The closer she got the more horrendous the smell became. As she got to the wall of skin she was thinking “Why me?”. Just in that moment of hesitation, the giant picked his foot up slightly and slammed it back down, just missing Kim. “One more mistake and you will be nothing more than paste on my foot!”

Kim quickly got up from the shockwave that the foot sent and started to massage the giant foot to the best of her abilities. “I can barely feel that you need to put more effort into it. Your life depends on it.” the giant said confidently. Kim put her whole body into the foot, trying her best to please this horrid monster. “You need to lick it, I said to clean my foot.” Kim was horrified, hoping she would wake up from this nightmare. She remembered his previous speech about being paste on his foot and brought her tongue to the man's foot. The foot tasted disgusting, to say the least, but Kim wasn’t worried about that. This was a life or death situation. The only thing she thought was if she hadn’t gone drinking tonight this would have never happened.

 

After an exhausting night, Kim wakes up in a cold sweat. Peering around she sees that she is still confined in this box. As she looks around she notices that there is something in the corner opposite of her. It appears to be a metallic bowel the size of a soup spoon. Next to it is a small blue table, clearly from some sort of doll set. Laying on the table is what would be considered a crumb of cheese, but to Kim, it was big enough to hold with both hands. Looking around she sees that there is a strange bucket with a grainy texture on it. Kim deduces that it’s a thimble, but its purpose is for her bodily waste. The tiny woman picks the block of cheese up and takes a bite. The cheese doesn’t go down well, but she is starving. After a few bites of the cheese, she cups a few drinks of water. Kim realizes that in this room she’ll never be able to tell what time it is. No windows or clocks are found in this solitary confinement.

After stomaching as much cheese as she could, Kim started pacing around the box. While walking around she finds a small sharp chip of wood on the floor near the front wall. Deciding it might be a good idea to track how many days she thinks she’s been here, she takes it back to the corner with the table and makes a tally mark. “One day down”, Kim thought. She wasn’t sure how long she could survive as a slave to a deranged psycho. Part of her just wanted to give up and purposely get caught running, but she wasn’t about to give up. Someone was bound to see she went missing and start a search. How they would find her, she doesn’t know. But she had to have hope that someone would come and save her. Or at least put her out of her misery.

After what seemed like an eternity, a noise could be heard outside the door. Some murmuring was faintly present. Kim couldn’t make out any of it, but it sounded like causal talk. All the sudden the door opens, and two men walk through. One was her captor, the other another man. He was slightly shorter and quite a bit fatter than her captor, with a sort of bowel cut messily stirred around his head. “Whoa Greg, you got another one of those slaves. Cool!” the pudgy man stated. “Yea I picked her up real late at night near Ray’s. She was walking home all alone, the perfect target.” Your captor says. “How long you plan on keeping this one?” says the hefty man. Greg then leans forward towards the box, staring at you “For as long as she obeys.” he says in a mocking tone. He leans back, facing his friend. Before he could speak his friend interjects “How much could I pay you for one. It looks fun.” Greg puts his hand to his head and scratches it, “I can’t go around stealing this from work all the time. I don’t wanna cause any suspicion. But if I can get some extra I’ll for sure get you one.” The large man nods his head. They proceed to walk out, still making small talk as they close the door. Kim is astonished that there is someone just as cruel as her captor. She continues to pace around, desperately thinking a plan to escape. She could climb on the table and jump the wall, but from there it’s a death sentence. She has no idea what the rest of the place looks like, and it would probably take her hours to traverse.

After a little while of contemplating, the door opens once more. This time it’s just Greg, who has dressed back down to his usual garb. He leans in on the box, “I know you were listening in. I just want to let you know that if you ever call me anything except master, you will be punished.” Kim just nods, not wanting to look at this monster. All the sudden Kim is being hoisted up towards the face of the beast. “I want to make myself clear” he speaks “remember our little talk?” He then opens his mouth, revealing the abyss leading down to his stomach. Then he closes his mouth, and a rumble could be heard. A large belch is let out of his mouth, followed by the fetid smell. Kim immediately starts to cough, almost regurgitating the cheese she just ate. The giant laughs hysterically, stating “I guess that chicken didn’t go down well.” He puts Kim back in the box and turns around. “I’ll be back in a little bit. Be prepared to take a bath,” he says.

 

 

 

For what feels like an eternity Kim had been licking and rubbing her body onto this giant man’s foot. She wasn’t sure how much time had past and was getting tired. Just as her boredom peaked she saw the foot curl back and the man’s hand coming toward her. A slight struggle was still present in Kim, but she was tired and her energy was running low.

 

She saw that she was being brought closer to her master. She didn’t want to think of him as such, but she really was doomed to serve him or die. He then brought her back to his foot, placing her betwixt his big toe and middle toe. Clutching her between his toes, he brought his foot back on the table. “Lick my toes.” the man demanded. Kim followed the man’s order, stroking her tongue up and down the man’s two front toes. She saw that he was staring at her in a sensual manner. His boxers were quite tight on his crotch, and Kim saw his huge cock was almost bulging out of the undergarments.

 

Kim tried to ignore her captor but then he started to touch himself. He unwrapped his large dick out of the cramped underwear. He took his right hand and began to stroke slowly. Kim felt the urge to run again. But she couldn’t she was on the brink of passing out. Her tongue was dry as a dessert, and she was getting nauseous from being held up by his toes for so long. All the sudden his toes tightened up, completely knocking the wind out of Kim. She looked up at the man to see him vigorously stroking his cock. He quickly leaned forward and grabbed Kim out of the clutches of his toes. Kim was partly relieved for not being constricted to death. But she would soon wish she died.

 

When the hand opened up the man’s cock was just inches from her. She backed up as far as she could, fearing for her life. The man started to moan, his face turning red. Kim couldn’t believe this was happening, but it couldn’t be a nightmare. Kim knew she couldn’t even dream something this evil if she tried. Then the giant moaned loudly. His cum spilling out violently, covering both his hand and the tiny being in it. Kim was in tears at this point. She was no more than a glorified sex toy. This random stranger had just spilled his jizz all over her. No place was left uncoated. As the man finished his climax he dumped both his cum and his slave on the table, sitting in the office chair and breathing heavily. He then spoke “You were a decent slave tonight. I suppose you deserve to live, for now.” He gets up, picks up Kim, and heads for the door. When the man’s hand released Kim saw that she was in a bathroom. The water was turned on lightly and she was unceremoniously washed in the lukewarm sink. He rubbed her all over, clearly focusing on her breasts.

 

After the wash, she was put on the sink counter and he stood naked in front of her. The giant man looks at the tiny woman in front of him. He then speaks in an almost amused tone “I just want you to know that if I catch you running away from the box at night, this is where you’ll end up." The man then lifts up the toilet seat and takes a seat. “Sometimes I like to eat the ones that try and run” a loud, bassy fart then blasts out from the toilet, followed immediately by a putrid odor “but most of the times I put the runners in here alive. It’s more fun that way.” The man continues taking a shit, grunting as the logs pass into the toilet. The whole time he stares at Kim with a smug grin. Kim was defeated, her nostrils were singeing with the man's noxious gas. He proceeds to unravel some toilet paper and wipe himself, still not breaking eye contact. The man gets up, still pantsless, and picks Kim up. He forces her to look at his creation. “Trust me, that’s a casual shit. You don’t want to see what happens when I get burritos.” The mess inside was hard to look at. The water was completely full of shit logs. With yellow-brown stains on the side. Then the man bends over, making sure Kim is still watching and flushes. As the sludge gets forced down the toilet, the giant speaks to Kim in a direct tone "just wanted to make things clear."

 

After that mortifying experience, the man brought Kim back to the box. “You get two meals a day if your good, one if you make a mistake. Or maybe just none if I feel like it.” the man exclaimed. He then dumps her into the box. "I'm going to leave the lid open because you'd probably die if it was closed all night. See? Look how generous I can be." The man exclaims sarcastically. "Sleep tight slave, you've got a lot of work tomorrow."  Kim hears the man shut the door. She is too tired to cry and too scared to sleep. Eventually, her body is completely drained, and she passes out in the corner of the box. She just hopes that she wakes up in her bed and it was all a terrible dream.

 

Kim sat waiting for her daily torture. “At least he’ll run me through the sink again,” she thought. After a while of waiting, the door opens, revealing her master. He walks toward the box, looking at her smiling. “It’s bath time,” he states. His giant hand wraps around her, and he folds his hand around her. Kim no longer has the urge to vomit as he uncarefully walks with her in his hand. When the palm opens she sees she’s in the familiar bathroom. He starts to place his hand towards the sink. Just as Kim was about to hop out on the counter, the hand retreats and closes. When reopened Kim notices she’s above the toilet!

Kim starts to scream her lungs out, proclaiming “I’ve been good, I didn’t do anything wrong!” The giant starts to slowly tilt his hand. Gravity does its work, and Kim starts to slide. The dirty bowl looks begins to look like a grave for Kim. As the hand almost turns 90 degrees, Kim starts to plummet into the depths below. She screams terrifyingly as she plunges toward the can. As she hits the water, she dives under, making a splash. Quickly, she starts to swim back up towards the surface. As she finds air, she looks up at the ominous shadow above her. She sees the giant smiling, he lays his hand on his shaft. Even though the boxers, it’s jutting out, stiff as a board. The giant’s voice booms in, echoing throughout the bowl. “I’ve been saving this all day, just for you.” He pulls his drawers down, letting his beastly cock out of its confinement. “Bath time” he states.

A torrent of urine is poured into the bowel. It hits Kim directly, knocking her underwater immediately. Just as she gets up she is knocked back down into the yellow stained water. She couldn’t help but drink in the man's piss. She was knocked so far down she saw the drain. The abyss ahead wasn’t something she could afford getting lost in, so she swam as fast as she could to the surface. She could feel her lungs desperately cry for air. Her eyes were stained by the yellow piss. But she resurfaced just in time, taking a large gasp for air as she came out. This proved to be a mistake, as a droplet of urine was headed right towards her. As it splashed on her face, she got a full mouthful of this monsters urine. She tried to spit it out, but most of it was blasted straight down her throat. Kim started to have a coughing fit and vomited violently in the piss-water. She was exhausted from this trial and noticed the piss-fall was slowing down. The giant then let out a deep fart, echoing throughout the bathroom. He moaned in a sexual manner, and as Kim looked up she noticed he was still rock solid.

She couldn’t believe he was getting off to her misery, she wanted to yell out but knew that would only feed his urge. She just lay there sobbing in the piss-filled toilet. She didn’t have a choice but to watch as this cruel being stroked his cock. As he continued he passed gas a few more times, the room was starting to smell filthy. After a few minutes, he was stroking very fast. You could tell that he was reaching climax. “Scream for terror you bitch!” He yelled, “Scream or I’ll let loose this shit I’ve been saving right on you.” Kim obeyed his command and started to scream as loud as she could. She wailed to the top of her lungs. Then she felt a familiar sticky substance fall on her. It covered her completely, as well as slathering all over the toilet.

Kim wiped the cum off her face as best she could. After getting the substance out of her eyes, she saw the giant standing there moaning quietly, clearly enjoying his climax. He peers down at the helpless tiny in the bowl, seeing she is covered in a slew of his bodily fluids. Then he turns around, facing his plump bubble butt near the bowl. Kim immediately started to wail as loud as she could. “Maybe I should just let this shit out now. When ya gotta go, ya gotta go,” he said in a semi-serious tone. He then let out a very wet fart. Kim could see a little bit of butt gunk escae his anus as he let out his raunchy butt bomb. “Nah, just kidding” the giant stated as he turned around. He proceeded to pick her out of the water, then move her towards the sink. He put the water on slightly warm and ran her through it. He used both his hands and rubbed her all over. He even used his thumb to rub her breasts a few times. Kim couldn’t help but moan, her body got the better of her. “Oh, you like that don't you?” the giant said in a sensual tone. Kim didn’t respond, she was just mad she let her carnal desires get the better of her. After the ‘bath’, he let her down on the sink counter. He then sat down on the toilet and proceeded to take the dump he was saying he had too. As he grunted, letting the feces fall into the toilet, he looked at Kim and stated: “even though I’ve only had you a couple of days, you’re probably my favorite slave.” He then looked at her, as if expecting a response. All the sudden he picks her up and spreads his legs. Revealing the putrid-smelling abyss below. “I just complimented you, useless slave. Don’t forget your place!” he yells, “If I take my precious time to compliment you, I expect a response.” Placing her closer to the toilet, he lets out a mighty groan and a log could be seen falling into the water, splashing slightly. “Now I’ve complimented you, what do you say?” the giant states. Kim says in a defeated tone “Thank you, master.” He then puts her even closer to the bowl and dangles her by one leg, “I couldn’t hear you worm!” he says in a commanding tone. Kim yells out as loud as she can “Thank you, master. Thank you, Thank you!” He nods and places her back on the counter. He takes the toilet paper next to him and double wraps a large strip of it. Then proceeds to wipe. He takes a look at it, chuckles and shows it to Kim. The paper is covered in a disgusting brown mess. “See, good thing you’re so appreciative of what I do for you. That looks pretty bad,” he states.

After flushing and putting his boxers back on, he picks her up and brings her back to the room; placing her in her box. “I don’t think you deserve dinner for not thanking me immediately. But it looks like you’ve got plenty of cheese left, so you’re fine,” he states. “Nighty night,” he says “we’ve got lot’s of fun tomorrow.” As he exits the room, Kim realizes that she can’t do this. Her sanity is breaking down. Little does she know, the worst is yet to come.

 

 

After finishing the cheese crumb, and drinking most of the water she had, Kim still couldn’t go to sleep. She felt as if she was going mad. In this room for sho knows how long, with the one ceiling light beating down on her. It was stuffy in the room and the faint smell of cigars was still lingering in the box. After a few hours, Kim fell asleep feeling defeated. As she was asleep she had a plethora of nightmares; all of them involved getting obliterated in some manner by her captor. Being stepped on, either by purpose or accident, seemed like the most ideal circumstances. Being eaten would be terrible. The idea of being slowly dissolved by his stomach acids, and to pass through his body just so he could shit her out made her skin crawl. Though out of all the cruelties, being drowned in a cascade of this vile man’s shit seemed the worst. Watching his hairy pucker let loose a torrent of logs and liquid. Even if you don't get crushed in between the shit, or drowned by diarrhea, then he’ll just casually wipe and send you to the abyss of the sewers.

As Kim was tossing and turning in her sleep, she suddenly woke up due to a terribly foul smell rushing to her nostrils. Just as she opened her eyes, she had to puke. A watery cheesy vomit spewed out of her mouth. She didn’t have time to get to the thimble either, forcing herself to puke on the floor. When she finished barfing, she looked up to find the source. The bare hairy ass of her captor was resting on the box. Before she could comprehend what the hell was going on, an eggy fart released out of the mountainous cheeks. The fart lasted at least five seconds, as it passed out of his anus warmly. Kim began to heave, but nothing would come up. She just sat their couching and dry heaving as the gas passed onto her.

“Phew, I love eggs,” the giant said as he turned around, “but they always make my gas reek.” He chuckles before getting a whiff of his own creation. He flies his hand around his nose a few times, clearing the air. “Well I’m off to work, and I got a special surprise for you when you get back.” the giant states to the heaving bug. “Oh, I almost forgot, here,” he says, reaching in his pocket. He grabs out a small piece of what seemed to be bread. “Well, I gotta get dressed. Don’t forget to get some rest, you’ll need it.” The giant proclaims. He then lifts his pants up and walks out the door. Kim was still getting over his butt blast. She looked over towards the measly food he gave to her and noticed that her water was still low as yesterday. She wasn’t in the mood to eat but knew that starving herself would just make her weak for her captors ‘games’. So she stomached most of the dry bread and drank the last bit of water. Still feeling tired, she marked one more day on the wall and fell back into slumber.

Kim woke up to the sound of the door opening, seeing her captor return. This time he was in jeans and a polo. “Are you ready for your surprise?” the giant asked. Kim answered with interest, not wanting to get on his bad side. The giant reached in his back pocket and held his hand toward the box. Unraveling his hand, the body of a women falls out towards the center of the box. Looking at the woman, she has a slender figure with long straight blonde hair. “She won’t be awake for a little while when she wakes up I don’t want you to tell her any of my rules. They’re meant to be learned, not followed. If I see that you’re telling her any of the lovely times you’ve had here, then you will be severely punished.” the giant declares, “Do I make myself clear?” he asks. Kim answers as loud and clear as she can, “Yes, master.” He nods and leaves the room. Just as Kim thought she was in the clear, the door reopens with Greg's head popping out. “Get ready to do some exercise,” he states, then closes the door.

 

 

Kim stared at the woman in the center of the box, sitting in her corner. She was just wondering why he’d bring her here. He did infer that wherever he works holds whatever he injected them with to be somewhat valuable. Maybe that was just a lie so he didn’t have to share with his friend. But there had to be some reason she was here. Maybe he was planning to replace his old slave for one he liked the looks of more. Or maybe he needs one slave for both his feet. Whatever the case was, she was worried. Why wouldn’t he let her say anything about her terrible time here? Just as she was contemplating this, she noticed the woman starting to move. Kim was debating to help her or to let her discover what’s up by herself. In order to preserve her life, she couldn’t tell her anything. But she couldn't very well be silent towards her. This lady is the only contact she’s had besides that monster of a man.

The lady shuffled and sat up, probably looking just as confused as Kim did when she was dropped here. The lady started to scream, “Hello, where am I.” Kim approached her, “Hey” Kim said in a quiet tone. The lady jumped up, turning towards Kim. “What the hell is going on!” the lady said demandingly. Kim wasn’t sure how much she wasn’t supposed to disclose but decided to answer her as best as her parameters would allow. “Listen, we’ve been captured. I’m not sure where we are, or how we got here, but I’ve been awake for a few hours.” The lady was justly confused and had a pale look of worry on her. Kim approached her, deciding to introduce herself. “I’m Kim”, she said. The lady turned towards her and shouted out “That’s great. I don’t care who you are, I just want to get out of here.” Kim was taken back by this lady’s response but understood that she might just need a little space. So she decided to go back to her corner and sit. Kim wanted to warn her about what may lie ahead but ultimately knew that she couldn’t do that in good faith that this random person wouldn’t speak up to their master about it.

After a while of the new inductee pacing around the other side, Kim saw that she was walking towards her corner. Kim got up, hoping that she would be more civil this time. Kim was just going to say that they need to stay calm, but before she could get a word in the blonde interrupted her. “Why the hell are you so calm huh?” she asks snappingly. Kim responded with “We should stay calm, if we overthink we’re playing right into the hands of who captured us.” Looking at the lady, she clearly wasn’t swayed by her answer. “Stay calm? That’s your solution. We need to get the hell out of here. Look at this table could probably get us both out of here.” Kim interrupts her, saying “No, you don’t want to do that.” The lady looks at her quizzically, retorting with “Why the fuck not?” Kim realized she made a mistake by saying that and needed to think of an answer fast. But like the bell saving the kids from a lecture, the door could be heard opening.

“What was that?” the blonde asked. Kim stood up started to peer up, with the blonde lady the following suit. The same devious smile entered the view, as the colossal man looked down at the bugs in the box. The blonde started to scream her lungs out, immediately running to the opposite end of the box. “Ah, I see you two got acquainted.” the giant voiced, “two lovely ladies. Two lovely slaves.” he said before giggling. The blonde then screamed out at the titan before her, “What the hell do you want from us?” Kim knew that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. “Oh, I don’t know. There are only a few things I like in this world. I gotta put shrinking helpless women and turning them into slaves at the top of the list.” the giant professed. “But I don’t have you here to play catch 22, you’re my property. Forget your past life, all you will serve now is me.” Kim than almost instinctively said, “Yes Master.” She realized she might have screwed up the no clues plan, and was waiting for punishment. But the giant just chuckled and said “See, she gets it. I expect the highest of respect. Because if you don’t,” the giant's hand comes directly toward the blonde, easily swiping her out of the box. He brings her toward his face and opens his cavernous maw. “If you don’t, then you’ll just be my dessert. Easily digested by my gut,” he then closes one eye and grunts, and a large bubbly fart echoes out his cheeks, “and then turned into my shit.” He places the woman back into the box. She looks frozen in terror. “You girls better prepare yourself, because you’ve got a challenge ahead. The winner gets freedom. But the loser, let’s just say that I’ve always got the room for dessert.” the giant says in a serious manner while rubbing his stomach.

Kim couldn’t believe it. A chance to escape, to be free. All she had to do was win whatever ‘challenge’ was ahead. Knocking herself back into her senses, she looks back at the blonde, and the blonde returns the look. The time for nicety is over, she realizes that. But she’s just sad it had to come to this. One of them is going to die, and Kim knew that it couldn’t be her. She worked countless hours through school, put too many hours in, and slaved away for far too long to die here.

 

 

 

The tension in the air could be felt between the two minuscule women in the box. Kim decided that stretching was a good idea. She wasn’t sure if this ‘challeng’ would be physical or not, so getting prepared was probably a good idea. While Kim is stretching, she notices that the blonde is staring at her in the corner. Her eyes are locked on to Kim, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable. They’re both naked, and this intimidation tactic was working slightly on Kim’s bare body. After a few stretches, Kim just paced back and forth, psyching herself up. She played softball throughout her preliminary school years and knew that half the battle in competitions is the mindset. If she starts doubting herself, she’s bound to lose.

 

Just before the pressure could boil over, the door opens. In comes the ladies master, in his traditional garb. Both the ladies shared a glance at each other. Kim shouted out “Good luck.” The lady just continued to stare. “Well, it looks like our contestants are ready. I can feel the tension between you two. It’s rather sexy if I do say so myself.” the giant interjects. “Best of luck to both of you. Well, I suppose one of you have to lose. That’s my favorite part.” after a slight chuckle he brings both his hands towards the tiny figures and picks them up.

 

After a small journey in the man’s sweaty hands, the girls find themselves placed on a bar stool. Just as they’re released they look up to see the giant's ass facing towards them. Kim already knew what was happening and prepared herself. A bassy wet fart blasts out of the man’s anal cavity. Both ladies start to cough, but the small blonde lady falls to her knees and starts to heave. “Ah, nothing like some healthy broccoli ladies?” he says in an amused tone. He turns back around and speaks, “The challenge here is simple, a game we’ve all played at some point. Hide and seek. Your space is the whole kitchen, dining room, and living room. I will give you ten minutes to hide, then I’m off to inevitably track one of you down and send you into my chamber.” As he finishes his sentence he rubs his belly and lets out a belch. “I’m going to place you on the floor, and walk to my room. As soon as my door closes, the timer begins.” The giant grabs the tinies on the stool and places them on the carpet. He gets to his bedroom door and looks back, “Remember, only the kitchen, dining room, and living room. You’ve got ten minutes starting… now.” he then shuts the door.

 

Immediately the girls survey the area. In front of them is a beige couch with space beneath it to crawl under. The blonde immediately goes toward the couch. Kim thinks that the living room is too obvious, and starts heading for the kitchen. As she’s heading there she notices the front door of this apartment. She could see outside, to freedom. Then she shakes it; even if she somehow got out there, she’d either get stepped on or end up as food for some animal. She treks on toward the laminate floored dining room. As she steps off the carpet, onto the laminate she doesn’t see any conventional hiding spots. Everything is wide open, with no places to hide. The walk to the kitchen was taking longer than expected, Kim was depending, it seemed like it wasn’t that far away, but she had already wasted a lot of time on the walk here. She prayed that there would be someplace to hide. Turning the corner into the kitchen, she looked around. As she was looking, she hit the jackpot. A bottom drawer was open slightly. She could easily jump up there and crawl in. The drawer was on the far right side of the kitchen, and she knew she didn’t have much time left. So she made a B line towards the drawer, dashing as fast as she could. She was almost there when she heard a door open. She thought that there’s no way ten minutes had passed. She was on the side of the drawer and saw that the jump necessary to get in wasn’t as short as she thought. A voice then sounded off “Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum. Which of you is going in my tum.” the giant said mockingly. Kim knew she didn’t have time, so she took a few steps back and made a dashing leap towards the top of the drawer. Her years in softball and her daily workout routine did her well. He barely was able to grasp her hands on the edge of the drawer. As she pulled herself up, she heard Greg speak, “Hmm, If I was a tiny insignificant slave, where would I hide. Maybe I’ll check the kitchen first. Kim exerts all her will to pull herself up towards the drawer opening. As she gets to the top, she throws herself in the drawer. She lands on a surprisingly soft surface. She looks down to see she lays on an oven mitt.

 

The giant's voice is heard once more, “Hmm, I think there’s a tiny in here. I can smell her.” Kim’s heart is pounding. She can feel the reverberation of the giant stepping on the laminate floor. She thinks it’s over for her. Then her greatest fear is realized, as she sees the eyes of her captor peer in her drawer. She lays their stiff as a corpse, realizing her life is over. She and Greg lock eyes, there’s no mistake that he sees her. Then, all of the sudden, the giant smirks in a strange manner and walks away. Kim’s heart skips a beat. She’s shocked at what just transpired. “No tiny in the kitchen after all.” the giant states. Kim wasn’t sure what happened but was certainly glad it did.

 

The giant was on the prowl, “If they’re not in the kitchen, then they must be in the living room.” he states. He looks all around the surface and sees no tiny. “Hmm, if I were a bug hiding in this living room, where would I be?” the giant asks to himself. He then locks eyes on the sofa. “Well, I think that if I was a bug, I’d think that no one would look under the sofa!” As he states that he quickly turns the sofa on it’s back. Peering down, he spots his victim. The blonde was hiding by one of the wooden columns keeping the sofa up. As soon as the sofa flips over, the blonde screams and makes a run for it. “Oh you don’t think you can get away, do you?” The giant takes a few steps, then plants his foot right in front of the insect. “You lost, just accept your punishment.” The blonde starts to scream “Please don’t eat me! I have a life to live, I haven’t even had kids yet.” The giant chuckles at his prey, “Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you.” The blonde bug had a look of reprieve until the giant finished his sentence. “I’m going to do something so much more fun.” He then clasped his hand around the bug and walked toward the kitchen. He moves directly to the drawer where Kim is in.

 

Kim had heard the giant faintly in the living room but could tell that he had caught the other woman in a matter of minutes. She was thinking to herself that he had to have done this before. Then she felt footsteps return to the laminate floor. The giant opens the drawer and picks Kim out. He looks toward her and says “You’re the winner. That means you win your freedom.” he then pauses for a brief second, “Freedom to watch as I dispose of the loser that is.” Kim knew it was too good to be true. He would have to be an idiot to grow her back and set her free. A wave of defeat and hopelessness washes over Kim as he finishes his sentence. The giant opens his other hand to reveal the blonde. She’s still begging for her life, but Greg cuts her off, “Now I was going to eat you. But to be honest I came up with a much better idea.” He sets Kim down and returns the blonde back to his grasp. He then opens a cabinet up and pulls out a large pot. The pot was very wide and very tall. Maybe used to cook a stew for a large family. He places the pot on the kitchen floor and opens it’s top. It has a very slick and shiny interior; almost as if it had never been used.

 

He opens his sweat ridden palm and the blonde is surprised. “Why don’t you hang in here for a little, I’ll be back.” He then places the blonde in the large pot. Kim sees him leave towards the bathroom and the dots click in her head. She knew exactly what his plan was. She almost puked at the thought of it. Greg comes back with a roll of toilet paper. Kim notices that he’s rock solid, his pecker almost bursting out of his tight underwear. She didn’t want to watch but knew she didn’t have a choice.

 

The giant peers down at the lone bug in the pot. “Well, for doing such a poor job hiding you deserve punishment.” the giant then shows her the role of toilet paper. Her screams reverberate off of the metal pot. “No please, anything but this! Eat me please!” she begs. The giant grunts and lifts his leg up slightly, as a very wet fart blasts out of the giant's bubble butt. “He looks toward the victim in his new toilet, and says, “Hmm, Nah. I really gotta go. That chicken was so greasy. It just goes right through me!” Then the giant turns around and shimmies out of his underwear, tossing them to the side. He then reaches for Kim, grabs her, and takes his seat. As soon as his ass touches the cold steel, a large wet fart echoes out of the pot. The blondes screams are heard shortly after. Inside the pot, the blonde is running around frantically. Then all the sudden she is hit with a large wet substance. It hits her so hard, she falls to the ground. As she gets up, the smell hits her. It was as if someone died in raw sewage, which is ironic given her position. The shit was just beginning to spew out, you could clearly tell this was going to take a while. Then the giant readjusted his penis and let loose a torrent of yellow urine. It careened down the bowel. The tiny blonde lady was helpless to the tide of piss, and it swooped her up. The piss went on for a solid minute. Kim looked at the giant’s face as she was laying on his palm. Satisfaction would be an understatement. “I wonder if she’s still alive down their” the giant states, “well she won’t be after this.” He proceeds to readjust himself and let loose. The tiny blonde was just settling in from the current and felt the urge to vomit. She falls down on her hands and knees, begging God to save her. But they’re only god answered as a log of fetid shit falls directly on her legs, breaking them. She yelps out in horrific agony. She tries to crawl out of the shit but is stuck under it. Then she feels a presence above her and looks up. A turd that to her would be as big as a building was hanging out of the giant's anus. That's when she knew there was no hope. As the log of shit descended towards her, her life flashed. All the memories she could have had. All the dreams she missed out on. All of her was being snuffed out by a man's simple bodily function. As the turd lands on the blonde bug, it buries her in itself. In the end, she wasn’t even crushed but suffocated to this man’s shit.

 

Kim saw the man grunt really loudly, as a loud ‘plop’ could be heard in the pot. He moaned in satisfaction. After that a few more logs were discharged, leaving the pot’s bottom covered completely in feces. Kim caught the smell of it from where she was sitting, and she could barely contain herself. The smell was so rancid that she almost fainted. Just before she could pass out the giant put her down on his knee and reached for the toilet paper. “Phew, that stinks! Guilty!” he says in a laughing manner. Kim wasn’t laughing. She sat there on the verge of tears as this colossal man wiped his ass right next to her. She wasn’t sure what to think. On one hand, she survived another day. On the other hand, she just witnessed a horrific and vile execution of a complete stranger she was pitted against. She didn’t feel like a winner.

Before Kim could say anything she was picked back up. “Let’s see the damage,” Greg said as he faced himself and Kim towards the pot. As they both peered down a wave of stench hit them both. Greg simply covered his nose and said “Pee-yew”. Kim, on the other hand, couldn’t stop her body from convulsing from the putrid odor. “Oh it’s not that bad,” Greg said to his slave. “I can’t see her, can you?” The giant asked. Kim mustered up the strength to say “No master, I think she’s dead.” “Well if she’s not dead now, then she’s suffocating in my shit. I like the idea of that.” He replies. He places the top of the pot on and walks Kim towards the dining room table, placing her on the edge. Then he puts his hand on his dick and starts to jerk. Kim would probably never get ‘used to’ the idea of a giant bigger than a skyscraper jerking off on to her. But at least it wasn’t something new. Then the giant spoke “Touch yourself” Kim looked at him shocked. She wasn’t sure she was willing to stoop that low, even if the consequence was death. “I said touch yourself. Or I’ll put you in the pot and leave it in the bathroom. It’ll be my new toilet. Kim was deciding her options. Ultimately she starts to rub her clit. She wasn’t turned on by any of this but decided to focus purely on this monsters girth. To her, his penis was a semi truck. After a few minutes she started to reach climax, and just as she did she felt a splash of familiar warm liquid. She was panting from her orgasm, and so was the giant in front of her. All the sudden he grabbed her and started to lick her all around. He focused in on her pussy but was getting all of her surfaces. He licked his own cum right off of her. He licked her for minutes. Then after he was satisfied he stopped. “You taste good,” he says in a sensual manner. “Almost a little too good to be true.” He gave a glare at Kim, one that made her feel more discomfort than ever before. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking but knew she had no choice but to find out.

 

 

The giant man staring at the little woman in the palm of his hand had nothing but the look of want in his grey eyes. The tiny helpless bug looked up at her captor with a mixture of mostly fear, but a lot of hate. Just as Kim thought he would just finish her off now, he closed his palm and started walking. She was afraid of the destination. She wasn’t sure if she could take the palm opening up to the unassuming tile floored bathroom. The glance her torturer just shared with her was unmistakable. A devious look of passion. Kim knew that she would rather have died many days ago then have this freak fall for her.

As light reentered Kim’s eyes she found herself back at the box. The hand descended towards it slowly. This was an unusual change, as she was always just casually dropped in there without a second thought. The fingers of the hand extended to make a platform down to the wooden repurposed cigar box. As she stepped down to the floor of the box the giant lifted his hand back up and spoke. “I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about you I adore. You go with all my schemes, inhale my gas, and still have a look of optimism on you. It’s a huge turn on. Usually, the slaves try to run on the first day or prove to be easily broken within the first two to three days. You're one of the only ones that’ve gotten this far. Even the ones that last for a while usually bore me. They don’t want to SERVE me. You, on the other hand, you’re fun. You do exactly what you’re told, and keep things interesting.” As the giant speaks he looks at Kim, who is slowly backing herself to the back of the box hearing his strange speech. “I’m going to do something special for you. I shouldn’t, given the fact that that you are my property. But since you’ve been such a good little toy, you deserve some reward. After I clean the mess in the kitchen and flush it all down I’m going to prepare a meal for both of us.” The giant starts to head towards the door, but before leaving gives one last look-see at Kim and brandishes an uncomfortable smile. As the door shuts Kim lets out a gasp of air.

She can’t believe this. Stuck in some creeps apartment for days, being raped, and tortured. And now all of the sudden this creep loves her? She’s not sure how to approach the situation. If she continues how she is, she’s bound to a life of servitude until one day where either she screws up and ends up in a stinky pile of feces. Or she can take the easy way out and screw up on purpose and end up in the same position. Kim wants to have hope that somehow she’ll survive this. Someone is bound to catch this lunatic stealing whatever substance from his job. But there’s only one thing worse than a crazy person trying to kill you. That’s a crazy person falling in love with you. At this rate, suicide is seeming more palatable. But Kim knows that’s not her way. She can get through this trial, she just needs to have some hope.

 

 

Kim was sitting in her corner of the box waiting for ‘dinner’. She wasn’t sure what that creep was thinking of, but it had to be something diabolical. Maybe this love thing is a clever ruse, to give her a false sense of security, at least she hopes. The thing she wanted least was for this monster to give affection to her. But she has to stay strong. Maybe this will lead to her escaping, or at least not having to smell his rotten gas and shit.

 

After a long while of waiting and contemplating Kim hears the door open and sees Greg enter. He wasn’t wearing his usual tight boxers and wifebeater. Instead, he was sporting a casual plain grey T-shirt with a pair of basketball shorts. Kim figures this is probably what he wears when he’s not subjecting his victims to torture. As he approaches the box he offers his hand to pick her up. Not wanting to stir the pot, Kim walks on to the hand platform. Immediately the giant lifts his hand up. Kim was expecting the hand to fold as usual, but it didn’t. The giant starts to walk forward, opening the door with his left hand and keeping his right palm extended. He was clearly putting in some effort to be careful and not shake the hand with Kim in it. A smell found it’s way to Kim’s nose. It wasn’t the usual smell of cigars or odor of fart this time. It smelt like actual food, although she couldn’t make out what it was. Probably because her sense of smell has been irreparably damaged due to this man’s behind.

 

As they turned the corner to reveal the dining room table, Kim was taken aback by the display. One chair had a steak dinner with mashed potatoes with it. And adjacent to the meal, sitting on the table was a smaller table with a tiny slice of steak and a pinch of mashed potatoes. As the giant neared the table, he gently placed Kim next to the minuscule table. The table was clearly not made for her per se, as it was still large for her incredibly small size. But it was still in better condition than the obvious toy table in the cigar box. On the table lie what would be a crumb of steak to anyone else, but to Kim, it was probably the biggest steak she had seen. Strangely enough, it didn’t look too bad. At this point, it was better than a block of cheese. She pulled the chair out and sat down, and the giant did the same. Unfortunately, she didn’t have any utensils to cut the steak, but she decided to bite in regardless. It was surprisingly delicious. She quickly chomped a few bites of the meat and scooped up some mashed potatoes. As Kim was munching down on the meal, she felt the presence of Greg watching her. As she peered up she noticed that he was just staring at her, and hadn’t even taken a bite out of his food. The discomfort of the glare set on her, she put down the food and sat there awkwardly.

 

“You must’ve been hungry.” the giant chimed in. He then got his fork and knife and started to cut into his steak. After chewing his first bite thoroughly and swallowing he made a gesture at her and said: “eat.” Kim wanted to, but the mashed potatoes had simply made her mouth dry. She thought she would take her chances and see if she could push this whole thing to the limit. Her frail and mostly unused voice shivered out a few words “Could I get some water?” the tiny woman asked. The giant looked at her quizzically and leaned in with his ear pointing towards her. She yelled louder “Could I get something to drink?” The giant leaned back and looked upon the tiny figure. Kim looked at him in a frightened way, not sure of what his response would be. “How rude of me” the giant finally spoke, “of course you need some refreshments. I’ll be right back.” He then got out of his seat, walking into what Kim assumed was his room. After a few minutes, the figure returned with a small toy cup held between his thumb and index finger. He then placed the tiny it on the real sized table next to Kim. The cup to him was a very small toy, but to Kim was large enough to be more of a bucket then a cup. She proceeded to pick the cup up with both hands and take a few gulps of water. It was refreshing and much cooler and cleaner than the water he had administered previously. After quenching her thirst, Kim set the large cup next to the mini table and continued to work on her meal. It wasn’t long before Kim finished the meal in front of her. She glared over at Greg’s plate and found that it was hardly gone. Looking up at the towering figure, she wasn’t surprised to find him staring at her. She stood up from her seat and walked over towards him. She had to get something off her chest.

 

Kim nervously walked to the plate. She had to get an ultimatum on whether Greg would ever let her go. She knew the answer in the back of her head but decided that since he was in such a ‘friendly’ mood, that she should get the answer directly. When she reached the plate Greg’s hand was presented to her as before. Just like last time, she walked on to his palm and was raised to his face. When she rose to the giant’s face, he immediately spoke. “What do you have to say, little one?” Kim raised her pipsqueak voice as loud as she could and asked: “When will I be able to leave, Greg?” Greg looked at the tiny figure with a look of disappointment. He smirked slightly and said “Why would you want to leave? I have everything you need here.” Kim was afraid he’d say that. She knew deep down that the only escape from this place was down the toilet drain. “You know what I mean” Kim interjected, “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a pet. I beg you, I won't tell anyone if you grow me back and let me go.” pleaded the tiny figure. As she looked at the giant face, she began to feel an uncomfortable feeling wash over her. The giant face in front of her didn’t look pleased. Suddenly the hand was quickly lowered to the table and she was unceremoniously dropped onto the table. Looking back up at the giant, she finds him pacing back and forth in front of her. Her first instinct was to back up but found that she was right in front of his plate of food.

 

“I don’t understand,” the giant figure said angrily: “I gave you a chance to live and prosper. I gave you food and treated you with care. And you still don’t seem to be grateful!” Before Kim could say anything the giant’s hand was already reaching for her. She was painfully grasped and brought up to the giant’s maw. “If you can’t appreciate my care, then it looks like you will stay with me forever.” the humongous man states. Then, before Kim could try to mitigate the situation, she found herself wrapped by the giant’s warm hand. She was kicking and screaming out apologies. Shortly, the hand opened and Kim found herself in the center of his palm, covered in sweat. His hand lowered to around the level of his belly, and he began to speak. “I gave you the greatest chance you’ll ever have. You had your chance to live bitch, now you’ll be with me forever!” His other hand proceeded to grab her by the waist, knocking the breath right out of her. Removing the view of his palm, Kim was shocked to see that he was dangling her above the mountainous pile of mashed potatoes. Kim would have screamed if the giant’s vice-like grip hadn’t made it impossible. Then, without warning, the fingers pinching her released. Kim was free falling right into the creamy mound of potatoes. It felt as if she was falling hundreds of feet. When she fell into the mound, she found it to give more resistance than expected. Instead of splashing into the mound like a pool, she found herself splating right on top of the pile of mashed potatoes. Her whole front was covered in the substance, and she found that she couldn’t move. The potatoes had acted like cement to her tiny form. She could barely hear the world around her, but she faintly could hear the giant’s seat slide in.

 

After minutes of agonizing waiting, Kim was suddenly mixed around in the potatoes. She saw a fork come in from under her and pick her up, just to reintroduce her to the mound. As she was being mixed in with the slush around her, Kim began to feel queasy. She wasn’t sure where she was exactly, or what direction she was facing. Out of the mound, she heard a loud belch echo out of her captor's mouth. A sign of things to come. All of Kim’s orifices were drenched in slimy mashed potatoes. Even when she swallowed the potatoes in her mouth, as soon as she opened to scream she found another mouthful waiting for her. This went on for several minutes; until a glob of potatoes was removed in front of her. She found herself staring at her captor, stuck in the edible substance. The opening only released her upper body, and her legs were still stuck in the gunk. Kim barely could muster the energy to scream. When she did, Greg’s eyes peeled straight toward her. He gave off an unsettling smirk as he inserted another piece of steak into his dark maw. He chewed the meat slowly, staring intently at the figure stuck in his food. As he swallowed the chunk, he lifted his head to reveal the chunk sliding down his throat. The bulge was visible to Kim, and she shuddered as he traced his hand down his throat, trailing his meal. A satisfying gasp left the giant’s mouth, and he eyed the woman in his food. “To be honest, little one, I’m stuffed.” the giant stated: “But I think I’ll have you as my dessert.” he finished. Kim saw the giant’s hand reach over towards her. He picked her out of the mound with intent.

 

As Kim was raised to Greg’s maw once more, he burped directly in her face. Had Kim’s senses not been toast from the past days of torture, she would have probably vomited from the smell of steak and potatoes trailing in the giant’s belch. “You had your chance, pathetic bug.” the giant stated mockingly: “But now you will serve a purpose greater than you ever could. Not only will my body take what little is worth from your meaningless form, but you’ll also serve to add to my immaculate shit. I cannot wait to see your skeleton embedded within my shit!” Kim heard the giant’s words and was speechless. Before she could cough up any words, the giant continued his speech. “In minutes you’ll be floating in my stomach, with my acids surrounding you. Slowly dissolving you. I imagine because you’re so small, my body will be finished with you before the morning comes. Then you’ll be compacted in my intestines. Slowly transforming from a useless being to an even more worthless turd. And tomorrow, when I feel you pushing at my asshole, I’m going to shit you out; or at least what’s left of you.” Then suddenly he moved his hand away from his face and stood up. A sickening smile crept up on his face. “Here, I’ll give you a preview of the future.” He then dropped his hand towards his buttocks and cupped it right around the ‘back-door’. Kim’s face was seemingly directly in front of the giant’s asshole. She had suffered many of this man’s gas attacks, but couldn’t help but cry for help as she heard the gasses churn in the ass in front of her. Then a hot wash of gas washed over her. The fart was mostly silent, but the heat of the meaty fart was enough to make tears come from Kim’s eyes. It lasted just over 6 seconds and by the end, Kim was reeling on the floor. She vomited up what she ate, and was writhing on his palm.

 

After passing the deadly gas unto the tiny form in his hand, Greg grabbed the tiny by the legs and raised her to his maw. Kim was coughing up the rest of her meal as she was raised above the giant’s face. He proceeded to dangle her above his mouth, and as his maw opened Kim began to scream as loud as she could; praying to whatever would hear her. Unfortunately, the only god watching her was salivating to drop her in his gaping maw.

 

As Kim fell, she saw the world in slow motion. Descending upon the giant’s tongue, as she reached the destination the mouth closed as soon as she was on the waiting tongue. The giant spent no time waiting to savor his dessert. Kim was being swished from one side of the mouth to the other, each time lasting a little longer. She felt herself being sucked on. The mashed potatoes covering her were washed off instantly into the man's saliva. As she got passed to the other side her body slammed against the teeth of the beast. She realized that at any moment he could chomp down on her body. The troubling thought was that if he did, that would be the merciful thing to do. After many minutes of sucking and savoring, the giant plopped the tiny back on his tongue. The mouth suddenly opened to reveal that Greg was standing in front of a mirror. It was clearly the bathroom mirror. As Kim stared outward, looking at herself in this monster’s mouth, she for a second drove up to make it out. But then the head of the giant started to tilt backward. The saliva covered tongue offered no purchase for the tiny woman's hands. Kim found herself sliding back slowly, unable to stop the forces of gravity. Abruptly, she fell back and started to slide into the esophagus of this monster. It was coated in the snot and muck of her kidnapper. She was desperately clawing at the flesh in front of her, begging to be caught by something. But the journey down ended quickly, as a strange opening below her opened up, she was bluntly dropped into a dank, dark, and reeking pit. Kim already recognized this as the stomach of Greg. What she knew was her doom. Under her was an already partially digested dinner. A load of mashed potatoes above dozens of chunks of steak. There also seemed to be the remains of some other food, possibly some fast food from earlier in his day. Kim darted from the acidic mix below her. It didn’t burn but it made her body tingle in an unnatural manner. She found herself on a mound of mashed potatoes over a large piece of steak. She could barely see with only some light coming through the stomach walls. Kim was tired and beaten. She was sure her fate was sealed.

 

 

Kim was exhausted, yet couldn’t seem to drift off to her final sleep in the giant’s stomach. The smell around her was the worst yet. The digestive acids were quickly dissolving the food around her. Kim was in hell but saw no way out. She knew that if she touched the acidic mulch below this steak & ‘tato island, then she would be melted within minutes. A feeling of despair washed down her. Even if she figured out a way to escape alive, he would surely catch her once more and finish the job. Her destiny was to become this man’s fecal matter. To be washed down the toilet and forgotten by everyone. In the end, he was right. She was nothing but Greg’s after dinner snack. She would serve him nothing nutritionally; but instead will serve him in sexual gratification. At the end of the day, her death is nothing but a power move so a cruel being can beat his cock while her skeleton floats in a turd.

 

Just as Kim was going manic, a loud reverberation happened within the stomach. The walls were cascading towards the center as air flowed out fastly. Kim realized that her captor was releasing the pent up gas in his gut. This spelled disaster for the tiny woman inside. The heat of the digestive gasses skyrocketed. Kim felt as if her flesh was being burnt away, and her lungs suffered as well. She dropped to the floor coughing, begging for oxygen. The man’s mere belch was enough to bring this helpless playtoy down on her knees begging for her life. Over the next 30 seconds, the air returned to normal, and Kim started to breathe normally again. The stomach had released it’s pent up air, and so the stomach felt a lot smaller. Kim was surrounded by the fleshy stomach walls. She tried to wiggle her way up but found the walls to be far too slimy. The small space quickly became unbearably hot, and it became clear that the giant Kim was stuck in was moving around.

 

After a long while of sitting and contemplating how she deserved this fate, she heard a familiar noise. The noise from the outside of the stomach sounded like music and a crowd. It became clear that Greg was in the bar. The same bar that she left at night to get back home. The same bar where her life was as good as terminated. After a long time hearing Greg talk with some strangers, a liquid was splashed into the belly. It burned the already tender body of the tiny woman. It seemed to be a shot of whiskey, and the smell did nothing to help the situation. Luckily it seems that was the only shot taken, as soon after a shift in the body indicated movement again. After a while, he stopped and waited. Then suddenly a female scream was heard. Kim was in this monster's stomach while he shrunk another victim. He hadn’t even shit his last one out before needing another slave.

 

By this time Kim’s vision was fading the stomach acids had chewed through a whole layer of skin, making every contact tinge with sharp pain. She felt the mushy pile of used to be food move, and her along with it. The payload was being dropped into the crushing small intestines. Barely conscious, Kim laid in the pile of mush waiting to die. She felt every centimeter of movement agonizingly. She was being mashed in with the food and absorbed of all her nutrients. After a while of this process, Kim’s vision faded. The last thing she felt was an agonizing sting surrounding her. And a faint smell of shit ahead. Overnight she was further processed by the man’s hungry body. Every inch of meat was stripped off for the minuscule nutrients they offered. In the end, Kim amounted to less than nothing. She went through her whole life, succeeding in college and her career; to just end up in a man's colon in the morning.

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Greg woke up with a familiar ping in his gut. After shutting off his alarm, he went to make coffee. On the way to the brewer, a meaty fart was released from his ass. He snickered to himself, knowing that that fart was probably the cries of the victim embedded in his turd. As the coffee brewed he visited his playroom to get his new ‘toy’. He didn’t have time to play with her last night and was feeling horny. Opening the old cigar box revealed a tiny brunette woman with a pixie haircut. She was an easy target for Greg. He found her stumbling across the sidewalk drunk, barely sober enough to walk. She chose poorly to walk down an alleyway, same as all the others. She had the same dumb look all his victims had when he shrunk them. She was wearing the same look when the box opened. As soon as he got in her sights she quickly started screaming profanities at the man. Greg looked at her with a sinister smile and went to pick her up. After wrapping his large hand around the tiny girl, he brought her close enough to feel his breath. He held her with a force that didn’t allow her to speak. “You will quickly learn that I don’t tolerate disobedience. I am your master, and when I will it, you will die.” Greg said in a menacing tone. The tiny figure struggled between his index finger and thumb. A gas bubble surfaced to his anus, and he figured to give her the first taste of his shit stench.

 

“Ohh, I’m feeling something” he taunted, “man I just get the worst gas in the mornings.” continued the giant. The look on the pipsqueak was priceless. She was wasting her last bit of air in her lungs to beg for mercy. Greg saw this and immediately felt his girth stretch his boxers. “Oh, are you struggling for air their? Don’t worry, I think I got some ‘air’ just for you!” he mocks. The giant hand descended from his eye level towards his chunky posterior. He placed the bug not to close, he didn’t want her to pass out. He felt the gas rise towards the hole. He felt as if this one would be loud. The tiny figure was desperately trying to get out of the cage she was set in. She heard the gurgling ahead and felt the hand move slightly closer. A loud gurgley fart ripped out of the giant's ass. As it rippled through the cheeks of the man, the figure he was gassing was blasted to her feet. The fart lasted for more than 8 seconds. The relief on Greg’s face was visible. He felt the steamy concoction wash over his hand and smiled at his creation. The girl started to vomit up what was left in her stomach. The smell was unbearable, and she felt it’s stench wash into her lungs. She couldn’t breathe, and when she did all that was there was tainted ass air.

 

The giant rose his hand up to his nose, trying to get a whiff of what he released. He was impressed by the stench and knew that a fart like this was a sign of a really satisfying shit. He looked at the girl in his palm and chuckled at her despair. When she came to, he was walking with her in his palm. He knew what he wanted to do.

 

After walking down the hallway, Greg went into his bathroom. The girl was still partially dazed from the gas attack and didn’t even realize where she was. As before. Greg sets his tiny plaything down on the table and stares down upon the worthless being. The woman looked up to find the giant’s amazingly huge cock almost tearing through his boxers. The erect rod loomed over her, eclipsing here with its shadow. “I want you to know something about serving me. Your life is dependant on if you serve me well enough. Disobey me, and there will be no second chances.” The giant barked out. “Do I make myself clear?” the man asked. Just as usual the response was pitiful. After striking her off her feet with his erection, he puts his bulge on her, pinning her down. “I said do I make myself clear?” he restates. She yells yes as loud as her pinned body would allow. Satisfied with his answer, he lets her go from under his meat and proceeds to drop his boxers.

 

As his mighty girth slid out from its cage a smell was let out with it. The stench of his dick wafted over to the woman and she began to gag. “If you think that’s bad, you’ve got another thing coming.” the giant stated. He then plants his fat ass down upon the cold toilet seat. He spares his gaze towards the woman and lets out a smile. As she gets unsettled by the look, a loud fart escapes his asshole and reverberates in the toilet bowl. “You see, last night a slave disobeyed me. I had even started to treat this slave with far more respect then she deserved. Then she threw it in my face and started to disobey.” It’s then when another fart comes out of the giant’s pucker. This fart has a moist quality to it and is a sign of the package about to be delivered. “And when you disobey, consequences happen. First I relished her taste, tasting all she had to offer. The sweaty taste of her tears made my cock throb, and if I had any less self-control I would have swallowed. But I waited until she was good and tired, then with one ‘gulp’, she was nothing but food.” After finishing his story, Greg just stared at the girl and concentrated on shitting. An audible *plop* was heard from both Greg and the tiny on the counter. The smell slowly leaked out of the bowl to the outside. It was as if the fart he let loose on her earlier was 100x worse. She dropped to her knees as the torrent of shit was released into the toilet. Log after log escaped the man's asshole, and he started to feel one exceptionally large one pushing against his rear. He grunts and pushes, using all his gut muscles to force this beast of a turd out. After much effort, the turd is excreted unto its turd brethren below.

 

After pushing out the final log, Greg felt an accomplishing feeling wash over him. Feeling rather devious, he picked the tiny woman up. “That was a shit to behold. You’re going to have to grow to like the stench of my feces. So I think I’ll give you a practice run on getting used to it.” He then places the figure on his hairy leg and unravels a few sheets of toilet paper. After folding them together, he looks down on the figure. She is now crying, as she realizes what he’s going to do. Picking her up, and placing her on the paper, she lets out a loud cry as she touches it. “Don’t worry, you should be exited. Not very many tinies get to experience tasting my shit and live through it.” Greg taunts. Lowering the paper with the girl on it below, Greg is careful to not drop her into the toilet.

 

The woman is on her back begging to not go through this The small amount of light shining through only gives her a vague look at the shit smeared pucker in front of her. She starts to dry heave as she reaches the destination. Many hairs surround her as she is brought inches from the giant's shitter. Then suddenly the movement pauses and she is left to be tickled by the shit smeared hairs. Suddenly, a hot wind flies out of the man's hole, and towards the lady. Not only is the gas noxious, but the fart causes little bit’s of shit to fly directly in her face. After the post-dump fart, Greg unceremoniously wipes the figure in the toilet paper up and down his crack. The shit on his crack transferred unto the tiny woman’s body, and she immediately gagged. As she gagged, the liquid dung crept into her mouth, forcing her to taste the man’s anal discharge. As Greg wiped, he realized he’d need more toilet paper. So he dropped the little being down with the rest of the pile and finished his wiping. After cleaning enough, he drops the wipe into the toilet and stands up. Shifting his body towards the toilet, the first thing to hit him is the smell. No words could describe the eldritch concoction this toilet emitted. It was so powerful that even Greg gagged slightly looking at it.

 

After covering his nose he looks down at his creation to look for the tiny inside. It would seem she was dropped right next to the largest log. She wasn’t even swimming, just sitting their slightly embedded in the turd below. Her whole body was covered in the sticky brown ass paste of the man before her. As she looked around, trying to rub the shit out of her eyes, she noticed something white sticking out of the turd below her. Already being covered in the substance, she decided it would do no harm to see what this is. As she dug it out she screamed. It was the skull of a previous victim of his. The eyes and other openings were filled with the man’s discharge. Greg notices the woman find the discovery and chuckles. After getting a sheet of toilet paper, Greg picks up the mortified tiny and proceeds to wash her flailing body in the sink. He grinned as he felt all over the figure, and was excited to toy with her in the future.

 

After washing the shit smeared on the toy-sized woman, he placed her back down and looked once more into the toilet. The skull of his former toy that was thrown seemed to be almost staring at him. Seeing the remains of what used to be a successful woman in college, a woman whose hopes and dreams all was for nothing. Greg began to grip his cock and stroke in a slow melodic fashion. The thought and look of this tiny being in his turn filled his loins with blood. He didn’t even pay attention to the tiny on the table staring at his enormous cock. She watched it with both fear and arousal as he began to stroke faster. A moan escaped his mouth as he thinks of her thoughts in his stomach. Her last moments spent in his gut, being slowly dissolved into nothing. Then her corpse being stripped to nothing, leaving a skeletal husk to be embedded into his magnificent turd. Faster and faster his hand stroked. The feeling of ecstasy rushing to his head. He tilts his neck back as his legs quiver. An impressive load shoots out of the man’s cock. Three separate squirts over the man’s shit and a noticeable white film cover the brown substance. After finishing, he looks one last time to the toilet. In the end, the random woman he chose ended up satisfying him one last time before she was flushed down the toilet, to never be found. After flushing the shitpile down the drain, Greg turned his attention towards his new victim. Now that he’s tried the ‘get them to think he loves them’ trick, he had to put some thought in how he would play with this toy. He was thinking about saving her for a while and getting some friends to join her. Or maybe he’d give her to his friend Rob have her. He was asking him for one, and he’s honestly interested how long it takes him to accidentally kill her.