CHAPTER 1: AN AQUATIC AFFAIR (by Girlfood)

"Alright now girls, we're going to do some kicking exercises. I want everyone to grab a kick board and start doing laps."
Deanna, the swim coach at the local university, was running her team through normal exercises. Deanna was thirty-three and in fantastic shape. Her university swimsuit showed off her excellent physique. It had a hard time covering her well-toned buttocks and looked a little strained from all the muscle back there. She also had decent breasts. From where James was sitting, he couldn't see it.

James, or Jimmy for short, was a student at the school. He had a friend on the swim team, Launa, who had made him promise that they would go out for lunch after her swim practice. Jim had come over to meet her. Instead of reading a book as he had planned, he found himself eyeing the older woman taking the team through the drills. He really couldn't help himself from looking. She was beautiful.

Finally the swim practice ended and Launa hurried over to James.

"Hey cutie," she grinned.

"Hey," he smiled back, rising to meet her.

"Hope you were not waiting long. I'll change and be out in a few. Wait for me?" she grinned.

"Definitely."

James watched her walk away. She was definitely extremely attractive. Still, his eyes wandered back to Deanna the swim coach who was pulling the floating lanes out of the pool.

It became a regular thing. James arrived at the swimming meets and went out with Launa afterwards but he never stopped noticing Deanna. In fact, she began to weigh more and more heavily upon his brain. He knew that Deanna had started to notice him staring at her. She always smiled in a rather evil way whenever their eyes met and it spooked him. But it also drew him even more into her thralls. He would do almost anything for her, if only she asked him.

"What wrong cutie?" asked Launa at one of their after swim dates, "I've noticed you've been awfully introspective lately.

They were sitting in a cafe where Launa could get some food. She was always hungry after a swim practice. James shrugged his shoulder and said he didn't want to talk about it. Best to leave it alone.

After the date, Jimmy headed back to the University gym. All he needed was to get some exercise in. He was an amateur boxer so lifting some weights and hitting the bag sounded better than anything. His feet took him in that direction while his mind was still filled with Deanna.

"Hey James," said Deanna.

James perked up. Deanna was smiling at him from down the hall at the entrance to the locker rooms. At first James thought he might be imagining her presence. After all, she was all he thought about these days. A second look confirmed her presence.

"Hello Deanna,” said James with a big grin.

"Hey," said Deanna again, "I thought you might want to help me out. I have a box full of kick boards that I need to move into the trunk of my jeep. Don’t suppose you could help me?"

Jimmy eagerly agreed. It wasn't long before he was stuffing the last of the kick boards into the jeep trunk.

"Wouldn't mind riding to my house with me would you Jimmy?" asked Deanna, "I'd be awfully grateful. And I have some chocolate cake you could have when we get there."

"Sure thing Deanna," agreed James heartily.

The ride to Deanna's house was fun. He listened to Deanna talk about this and that, mostly swimming. He learned that she also climbed for fun.

"You're a boxer, aren't you?" asked Deanna.

"How did you know?"

"Oh, I've seen you hitting the bag at the gym. And you're in great shape. I've definitely noticed how well you take care of your body."

"Thanks!" said Jimmy, "You look pretty good too!"

"It all comes with exercise and eating right. Well here we are. Help me move those kick boards inside the garage here and then we'll go inside for that cake."

Jimmy quickly took care of the labor. Then he and Deanna went inside.

"I brought you a glass of water," said Deanna, handing him a tall glass, "I thought you could use a drink. Now lets get to know each other while you drink. We'll have time for cake in a moment."

Jimmy wasn't very thirsty but he was hardly going to refuse the first thing Deanna had ever given him. He quickly drank most of what was in his glass while Deanna began talking about things she liked to do; reading, hiking, going to exotic places for vacations.
Deanna suddenly stopped talking, grinning at James as he swallowed the last of his water.

"Like it?" she asked.

"Yeah it was good," said James.

"You drank it awfully fast. I wonder how long it will take," said Deanna, "Oh my! It's already begun!"

James began to feel that the room around him was growing. Suddenly he realized that he was shrinking. He yelled, but before he could do anything he had stopped shrinking at around one inch. Deanna hurried over and plucked him out of his clothes.

"Sorry James," said Deanna apologetically, "I filled your glass with shrinking potion. It's tasteless so that is why you didn't notice."

"What the hell!" shouted James, "How did you do this?"

"I told you silly. Shrinking powder! I'm a witch. Guess you didn't know that about me, but it isn't something you go around telling people."

"Why Deanna? I thought you liked me," shouted James.

He was struggling in her palm, obviously unused to being controlled by anyone.

"James you silly. I do like you. It's why I shrunk you down to this tiny size. I'm very particular about who I eat. I won't devour someone who is too fatty."

"Eat?" shouted Jimmy in disbelief.

"Oh, sorry Jimmy. I eat guys like you. Now don't look upset. You're hardly the first. But I bet you taste good. Now lets see. I think that I'm going to have you for dinner tomorrow. I'd eat you tonight but I really don't have the time to savor you the way I want to. I'm expecting a friend."

Just then the doorbell rang. Deanna dropped Jimmy in a jar and hurried to the door. A few moments later Deanna returned with Launa in tow.

"Oh my goodness!" said Launa as she spotted Jimmy, "You did shrink him!"

She hurried over and let him out of the jar. Suddenly James had two beautiful women leaning in to look down at him. He felt very aware of himself, especially since he had no clothes on.

"Can I eat him?" asked Launa.

"No way. He's mine!" said Deanna.

"But I was planning on having him for dinner after our next meet!" argued Launa, "You could at least let me buy him from you."

"He isn't for sale. He is my dinner for tomorrow night," said Deanna, "I'm sorry Launa but you will have to find someone else to eat."

"It's not fair!" said Launa. "You knew I was going to eat him. You knew because he would always come meet me after our swim practice. You are just jealous!"

"No, no sweetie. He was looking at me during all those practices, weren't you James?"

Deanna looked at Jimmy severely. James nodded his head.

"I still think I should be the one to eat you," said Launa.

"Lets let James decide for himself who is going to eat him," argued Deanna, "James, who would you like to eat you most?”

James looked at his toes. He didn't want to do this. If he picked Launa, Deanna might do something awful to him. If he picked Deanna, Launa might do something cruel too. Of course, they both planned on eating him anyway and it didn't come much more evil than that. He looked up at the two huge and attractive faces in front of him.

"Deanna," he said.

"You see?" said Deanna, "I told you."

"What? I can't believe this!" said Launa, showing her anger in her voice, "I cannot believe that you would choose her over me!"

"I can't believe that you were both planning to eat me!" shouted Jimmy.

"I might yet!" said Launa.
"Oh don't count on it dear," argued Deanna, "You know the way out."

"I'll be thinking of eating you James," said Launa, "Let me know if you change your mind."

She stalked out.

That evening Launa hung Jimmy's cage up by a string on the cealing. He watcher her undress down to her underwhere.
"She's beautiful," whispered Jimmy to himself as he eyed her. He thought that he'd been quiet enough to be remain unheard and maybe it was concidence but at that moment, Launa looked up at him. She smiled a sly smile and winked. Coming his direction she asked, "And how are we doing up there?"
"Just watching you. I can't help it."
"Oh sweetie I know you're watching. Why do you think I strung up up there? I usually give the boys I eat a little show before I swallow them. Still, nothing special for you. You've been watching me at the pool."
"You knew?"
"Oh I had my suspisions. I chose you because I thought you were attracted to me."
"I am attracted to you," James affirmed. "That is not the same as having you kill me."
Deanna sighed and looked up at him in a funny way. "I'm not just killing you Jimmy. I'm eating you. Ingesting you. Taking you into me to nurish me. You trying to say that you never wanted to feel me?" She ran her hands seductively across her body.
"Of course I want that. But you don't need to eat me."
"Jimmy, we all search for something more in our lives. I've eaten many the young man like you. They all became a part of me. I loved them, in my way."
"Loving to eat people is not the same as loving people. I love to eat chicken but I don't love the chicken itself." James was annoyed that they were having this conversation. He didn't want to die. He didn't care what Deanna looked like, even though she did look great.

"Jimmy. This is life, people die. It's real. Granted very few people are eaten alive by people upon whom they have a crush. But really, can you think of a better way to go. I'll treasure this experience. When you wiggle your way down my gullet I will enjoy you in ways that nothing else you could do for me would achieve."

She grinned and licked her lips. Her face close to the bars of the cage, as they were made for a very scary picture. She pressed her decent sized breasts closer to him so he got a good view. "You're going to be a part of me." She grinned. "I won't care about you dying. I'm going to eat you whether you like it or not but I'd rather you enjoy the trip down."

Turning, she swayed her hips as she walked, exaggerating her butt. Corded muscles moved against each other and James stood by, fascinated.

Returning to him, Deanna grinned. "You're food. Sorry James but I am looking forward to you digesting in my stomach alive."
"I know Deanna," said James. "And about what you said. Eating me will mean that you will be enjoying me in ways that nothing else could do. I think I want to make you feel that way. I want you to enjoy me."

Deanna smiled a smile that warmed James's heart. "Oh Jimmy! You are so cute. Now I really want to eat you! Let me give you a kiss."

For a moment James thought that this was it, but she simply pressed her lips through the bars and kissed him when he came close. Jimmy felt a bit light headed. Deanna licked her lips slowly. "Oh goodness. You are going to be good. I better leave you alone for a while Jimmy. I want to save you for tomorrow and if I taste you again you might just end up in my stomach this evening."

The next afternoon James was swinging in a cage, watching Deanna. She was reading a book. There was a knock at the door. It turned out to be Launa.

"I realized that I acted inappropriately last night," she said, "I found another guy and shrank him down."

James suddenly found himself sharing his cage with another guy. He was shaking. Launa and Deanna began talking excitedly about their upcoming meal. The guy sitting next to James was shaking.

"They're gonna eat us," he said in a voice of someone who was scared beyond all reason.

"Relax man," said Jimmy, "It's not that bad."

"Not that bad? We're going to die!"

"Yeah but at least they are cute. I think Deanna is a knockout."


CHAPTER TWO: THE CEILING’S THE LIMIT by Timescribe

“Are you out of your mind?” asked the other guy, “What use is that to us in this situation?”

“Well they’re going to put us into their mouths, which is the most erotic part of a woman’s body, to me anyway. I’m Jimmy, by the way.”

“I’m Stanislaus.”

Deanna and Launa went into another room to talk happily alone, as two friends, happily planning their meals, without any of the fright or worry which was now defining their captives’ lives.

“Well you’ll get a great close-up of them too,” said Jimmy, “How do you know Launa?”

“We met on the train, when I was going home from school. I’m in 3rd year of high school.”

“Really. Launa’s been a fellow student of mine at the university, but I have the hots for Deanna our swimming coach.”

“We’ll be swimming in her next glass of drinking water, if we don’t get out of here. Will you get off that swing and think about it?”

“About what?” asked Jimmy, “The cage is on a chain that hangs from a hook on the roof. We can’t even unlock it, let alone jump the massive height to the floor. It’s hanging level with Deanna’s head height, when she’s standing up.”

“They’ve made a mistake,” said Stanislaus, and put his tiny hand into the cage lock, “We’re so small now that our hands can turn the lock mechanism from inside.”

“I don’t think mine will, but you’re not fully grown yet. Give it a try.”

“OK,” said Stanislaus, “but hold the padlock tight. When it springs open, try to slow it down, so it doesn’t make a noise that they could hear.”

Stanislaus gently inserted a hand into the lock, felt the mechanism and managed to release the lock. Jimmy slowly let the lock open, and they managed to maneuver it out of the cage door.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Stan. You’re quite good at improvising.”

“I’m still not sure how we get down, but…”

“Not down, up. Look! The place has central air conditioning, controlled from the roof. There’s a vent right next to the top of the chain. We can get into the ceiling. We might even make it out of the house,” said Jimmy.

“And do what? We’re mite sized for the rest of our lives,” said Stanislaus.

“You’re the one who told me to think of escape, and it’s something to hope for. Even if we don’t make it, let them work for the chance to eat us.”

Slowly and carefully, the two boys climbed up the chain and made their way through the air vent, thankful that it was turned off at this time of the year. There were air vents all throughout the house, letting light into the ceiling, light that would enable them to move around easily, but light that would also enable Deanna and Launa to find them easily.

They ran through the roof, looking down through the vents to survey the prospects in each room. They also found a small opening to the outside of the house. There was only one room that they had checked, which had any possibilities. It was the room at the back of the house. It had a soft couch directly underneath the vent opening.

“I should think I could use a martial arts technique I learned from one of my boxing instructors,” said Jimmy, “If I bend my legs slightly, just before I hit the couch seat, and then forward roll, it should take most of the fall impact away.”

There was one small problem. At the moment, Deanna and Launa were far below them, talking happily on the couch.

“All you have to do is smile, when they stare, and they come so willingly,” said Deanna.

“I’m glad I didn’t press you for Jimmy now. He’s my age, but Stanislaus is just a kid. It’s so much nicer to be consuming a younger boy, isn’t it?” said Launa.

“And stopping them from ever reaching your ages,” said Jimmy under his breath, so that only Stanislaus could hear it.

“You’d be nuts, even if you survived the fall. You’re jumping right back down into their clutches.”

“Not necessarily, Stan. Once they head to the cage room, it’s the last place they’d return to, to find us. Look at the back door. I could get under it and really bolt for my life.”

“I’m going out that small opening,” said Stanislaus, “It’s been built in such a way as to keep out the rain, but not the wind.”

“OK,” said Deanna far below, “You can take yours out for the picnic you wanted. I believe in dining at home.”

They both stood up and walked out of the room.

“We’ve got to move now. They’ll find us gone, and guess we’re up here,” said Jimmy.

“Let’s go our own separate ways. Good luck.”

“They must be in the roof!” Launa shouted furiously.

“I’ll pull down the latch in the next room and get the ladder,” said Deanna.

Jimmy lowered himself to a hanging position from the air vent, and let go. He felt like he was doing a high altitude no opening skydive, one without a parachute.
At one foot from the couch, he bent his legs slightly and tucked and rolled successfully. There was no time to pat himself on the back. He ran to the edge of the couch, held onto the drapery and slid down to the ground.

He ran for the back door, got under it and ran out into the back yard. Stanislaus was on his way back to the opening they’d found, when he heard both women climbing into the roof and crawling around.

“Split up,” said Deanna, “We’ll cover more ground that way.”

“No!” said Launa, “There’s one! It’s Stanislaus!”

The two women crawled towards him mercilessly.
There was no point in thinking about what he might have found on the other side of the opening: a tree branch, a drainpipe, or a cling vine. All might have provided an escape opportunity for him.
Deanna was more used to her own roof, and reached him first and grabbed him.

“Now little mite, I’d much prefer to eat Jimmy, not you, and Launa likes both. So you’re the one for her. But if I don’t get Jimmy back, there’ll be only one mite between two of us women, and you know what that means, don’t you? We’ll have to share. You can forget about the comfortable slide down Launa’s throat in one piece, unless you tell me where Jimmy went,” said Deanna.

Stanislaus had no choice, and Jimmy might still get away.

“He jumped onto the couch you two were sitting on, as soon as you left the room,” said Stanislaus.

“He would too. There’s a vent right above it,” said Deanna, “I’m going after him. You take Stanislaus back to the cage room. Don’t let him out of your hand. If you lose him, you’re not getting Jimmy.”

In the meantime, Jimmy was wondering where to go next from the garden. He ran straight across the lawn, and came to a tall tree. For normal sized people, there was nothing to hold onto for about the first seven feet of its trunk, and Deanna was five foot 8.

For Jimmy, all the cavities in the firm bark were reliable hand and foot holds. He scampered up the tree as fast as he could, and was about a third of the way up, and well over the initial seven feet, when he heard Deanna open the back door and come out. He got to the nearest branch, lay down on it, and peeked out between the leaves at her.

She walked all around the garden, and looked at the base of the fence, satisfied that he couldn’t have gotten under it, nor climbed up it. There were no flowerbeds to hide in, only one small clump of shrubbery near the pool. She quickly rummaged through that with both hands and found nothing.

Perplexed, Deanna looked around the garden, standing up. Then her eyes fell upon the tree and remained there. Had she seen him? No. She was looking at the tree as a whole, rather than concentrating on his own particular branch.

‘It’s the only place you could have gone,” she thought, but didn’t say it.

She needed to go inside and bring out the ladder. She didn’t want him escaping from the tree in the meantime.

He watched Deanna go inside, thinking she must have given up and gone to see if he’d hidden in the room where the couch was.

Then he soon saw her return, with a ladder!

She placed it against the trunk, and began heading up. He quickly ran along the branch that concealed him. He had to get far enough out, to be over the pool, before Deanna had climbed high enough to spot him.

He soon reached a suitable spot, and dived in.

He looked up, to see if she’d heard the splash.
She had! She was now looking straight at the pool.

“Let’s hope the swimming lessons she gave me will enable me to escape her,” he thought, and began swimming frantically for the filter. It would at least be too small for her hand to get in, and he might find a pipe going elsewhere, right away from her, if he could only hold his breath long enough.

Just as he made it to the filter, he swam into the opening, and stood on the firm surface. He saw Deanna reach the opposite end of the pool.

“I’m not wetting my clothes for your benefit,” she said.

Then to his surprise, Deanna rapidly removed her clothes and stood at the opposite end of the pool, a towering giantess in a swimming costume. He stared at her, as she dived into the water, like a mythical aquatic giantess of old.

Deanna surfaced about half way along the pool, where she could stand, and walked towards him, her upper body above the surface of the water. He backed into the filter, as she drew closer.
Deanna tried to put her hand in the filter, but couldn’t fit.

“I’m safe,” he thought, “At least for now, and what a lady to look at. How many of her other students, even the ones she might have eaten, have seen a view like this?”

Then he heard a noise above him. Deanna’s hands pulled off the lid of the filter, and she could clearly see down at him.

She snatched him up, rose to her feet, walked into the laundry, dried herself with the towel in front of him, wrapped it around her body and carried him into the house.

“I’ll deal with you shortly,” she said, and placed him inside the oven, and turned it onto its lowest setting, just enough to dry him off.

Deanna went to Launa and explained what had happened. Launa said goodbye and took Stanislaus out for the picnic lunch. She decided to show him the large grounds of her university, and took him to a nice scenic garden spot and sat down alone with him.

“Aren’t the university grounds lovely?” she asked.

“Yes Launa,” said Stanislaus.

“You’ll never be going to university here. You’re going to disappear from society altogether,” said Launa.

“Why?”

“Because there’s no food I enjoy more.”

She teased him with her tongue for nearly half an hour. In many ways he could see what Jimmy was alluding to. It was a thrill. It was incredibly beautiful. He couldn’t have even imagined himself gaining this older girl’s attention. Now he was going to be her lunch!
She opened her mouth wide, tilted back her head and dangled him above it. He looked at her tongue below him and considered the extraordinary combination of beauty and danger that awaited him.
In slow motion, she lowered him onto her tongue, so he could look at every captivating sparkle on it, before he rode it to his doom.

“It is very beautiful, Launa,” he said.

“Flattery will get you the same one way journey to my stomach,” she thought, but couldn’t voice it with her tongue in its current position. He slid down onto her tongue, and straight off the back, into her neck, and made his way helplessly down to her stomach.

Jimmy waited while Deanna returned and took him from the oven.

“Do you know how much I’ve adored you all semester?” he said.

“I’ve got a pretty good idea,” she said, “As you can see, I’ve had quite an interest in you myself.”

“For pity’s sake!”

“If I allowed pity to enter into it, my tongue would never have any special treats, Jimmy."

She put him on her soft neck and let him snuggle against her cheeks later too.

“Have fun while you can,” she said, “I’m saving you for dinner.”

He did his best to enjoy that afternoon. The ecstasy of the close contact with her beautiful giant body did excite him to the point where he was often able to feel no fear for his fate. Then the sun began to set, and he knew that dinnertime was drawing ever closer.

Exhausted from all the activity, he fell asleep.

Two hours later she woke him up and took him to the dining room.

“I think I'll get changed,” she said, and left the room.

Then he heard the air conditioning being turned on. She must have been setting it for warmth, not fanning. Maybe she wouldn’t need to throw on too many clothes, after all. Coats and trousers hid the curves and features of a woman’s body. Dresses and skirts and tight jumpers and t-shirts and singlets were far more appealing on the male eye.

He wondered what she would wear for herself, for him too, for his last view of her.

Then she entered the room, wearing only a two-piece swimsuit, unlike the modest one-piece swimsuits she had worn at the university swimming classes and when she'd caught him at the pool today.

“I thought this was appropriate,” she said, “And it lets you see my belly. After all, you’ll be in there soon.”

She sat at the table, licking her lips in all directions with eager anticipation.

“Do you have any last words?” she asked, with an amused look on her face.

“At least I’m so glad it’s you and not Launa,” he said.

“So am I. Goodbye Jimmy.”

“Wait! My love of you got me into this. Don’t I at least get a goodbye kiss?”

She kissed him for over a minute, and then opened her mouth and pushed him over her lip and onto her tongue. It was a like a beautiful pool for a one inch high boy to swim on. He slid all over it, and then she gulped him into her throat. He was eaten. He knew that she would be enjoying the rest of her evening with no sense of concern whatsoever.

Deanna smiled like a cat who had just eaten a mouse as she felt James wiggle down into her stomach, pushed by the muscles in her esophagus. For a few moments, she could feel him trying to climb out of her stomach. It was always so amusing when someone tried that. It never worked.

She grinned to herself as the struggling slowly ceased. Another boy gobbled, but not forgotten.