Angela glanced at her phone as it buzzed in her hand, the screen glowing brightly between her slender fingers. She smiled as the words "I'm here" scrolled by with the flick of her thumb. Clicking the power button, the screen returned to its dormant state, and Angela tucked the device into her purse. The little black handbag dangled against her leg, held up only by a thin leather strap draped over her shoulder.
Melanie squinted as light poured into the dark purse. She scrambled sideways as the phone slammed into the leather pouch, the rounded metal edge bumping roughly against her shoulder. Looking up at the entrance to her prison, Melanie's heart sank as the zipper slid shut, the dull vibration of the teeth sealing her fate for the evening. She sighed, and slumped against the pillar of a lipstick container. At least she had the night off, she thought to herself. Things could be worse for her, being that it's Valentines Day.
Standing outside the restaurant, Angela's eyes scanned the crowd, looking for her date. A warm smile flickered across her lips as her gaze rested upon a handsome face. His chiseled jaw was peppered with a five-o-clock shadow, which blended up towards his ears into his deep brown hair. His pale blue eyes locked with Angela's as he approached, and he returned her friendly grin.
"Angela, I presume?" He extended his hand towards her in greeting. "I'm Mark, It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."
Angela felt her cheeks blush as she took his hand, feeling his strong, yet gentle grasp. The tendons in his hand tensed ever so slightly at her touch, and she could sense his excitement as he opened the thick wooden door to the restaurant. In her mind, she wondered what was on his mind. Was it the revealing black dress she wore, with the neckline dipping almost to her navel? Or the fleeting touch of her fingertips as she removed her hand from his, softly brushing her nails across his palm? Perhaps the sparkle of lust in her eyes, perfected over centuries of practice?
The pair sat down, separated by a table for two. Angela smiled sweetly at the waiter as he poured a glass of water for her. The crystal clear liquid sloshed within the delicate glass, supported by a frail stem that looked as if it would snap between her fingers if she wasn't careful. A small cluster of rose petals surrounded a solitary candle centered in the table, its orange flame dancing above the wick.
Angela shifted in her chair as she picked up her menu. Below the silk tablecloth, her left hand slipped between her thighs, tracing the wiggling lump trapped within her panties. Her fingertips rested on the top of the bulge, and slowly pushed it lower, sending tingles of pleasure up her spine as the captive within her underwear squirmed in protest. Feeling her prize slide against her moist lips, Angela curled her finger slightly, before finally removing her hand. She crossed her leg and squeezed them together, triggering a pulse of frantic twitching against her crotch.
Rachel groaned, trapped in the heated confines of the giant lace panties. Her body was pressed firmly against the slick folds of Angela's pussy, smearing her in a thin coating of the musky juices that leaked from within. Rachel winced and squirmed as she felt the gigantic fingertip press against her back once more, slowly driving her deeper into the abyss. Breathing became a difficult task as her face was tucked snugly between the sweltering lips.
She tried to move her limbs, which were spread wide and held fast by the tight fabric. Her movements were rewarded with an avalanche of flesh closing around her from both sides. The air in Rachel's lungs was squashed from her lips as the colossal thighs squeezed together. She gasped as the pressure subsided, breathing in the overwhelming scent of Angela's arousal. Sighing in defeat, Rachel closed her eyes to fight back the tears welling up inside her.
Angela smiled at Mark, casually sitting across from her. Her radiance a mixture of thrills from being on a date, and the struggles within her dampening panties. She rested her chin in her palm, drinking in the delicious specimen of masculinity in front of her. His voice was gravelly, yet his words were smooth and articulate, as if polished by his mild British accent.
The pair talked back and forth, filling the air with small talk as they waited for their meals. As the waiter approached, silver tray in hand, Angela lifted her leg under the table. She brushed the tip of her platform heel along the inside of Mark's shin, eliciting a slight gasp from his mouth. She bit her lower lip playfully as she watched his ears turn red, their eyes glancing up and down each other's bodies as they began their meal.
The squirming in her crotch slowed as the meal progressed. By the time Angela rested her fork on her empty plate, she no longer felt any tingles from her panty pet. Her hands reached below the tablecloth, but only one returned with a napkin in tow. While she dabbed the cloth square at the corners of her mouth, Angela slipped a solitary finger beneath the elastic band of her underwear. With a simple, quick thrust, she felt the tiny girl slip into her inner sanctum.
"Mmm..." Angela moaned softly, her arousal not going unnoticed by her date. They stood up, and his hand rested on the supple curve of her hip as they exited the restaurant. As they walked to the parking lot, Mike reached into his pocket and removed his keys, unlocking the sedan beside them. He pulled Angela close, his hands sliding along her back. Without a word, their lips met as he gently pushed her butt against the passenger door.
After several tantalizing seconds, Angela tilted her head back, breaking the contact of their lips. She ran her nails across the side of his neck, tracing the collar of his shirt until her fingers rested atop the first button.
"Want to spice it up a little?" She asked, her fingers expertly undoing the button, exposing a fraction of Mark's chest to the cool night air. The soft gasp in his breath was enough of an answer for her.
She giggled seductively, and leaned in for another kiss, before pushing away from his car. Her red lips nipped as his ear, and she whispered something under her breath. Mark's hands stopped running along her back, and he quickly took a step back.
"Wha....what's going on?" He mumbled, his voice sounded like someone had just woken from a nightmare; full of fear, yet still groggy from slumber. His eyelids drooped, and he collapsed.
Angela smirked as she watched her date dwindle before her. His clothes remained the same size, slowly deflating as his unconscious body shrunk within them. Glancing around to ensure nobody was watching, Angela crouched down beside the pile of clothes, and scooped up the key to Mark's car. She tucked the silver object between her teeth, and ruffled through the shirt laying on the ground, searching for her prize. Her hand wrapped around Mark, who was the size of a doll by now, his shrinking slowly coming to a halt. She unzipped her purse, and gently him inside, leaning his limp form against her phone.
"Little one," she said to a trembling Melanie, "If he wakes up before I get home, try to keep him calm. I don't want him using up all his energy trying to escape, or else I'll have to find someone else to take his place with me tonight."
Angela smiled, then sealed her purse once more. She opened the driver's door, and sat down, her butt sinking into the smooth leather.
"My my," she mumbled to herself, running her hands over the steering wheel. "What a lovely little car he has." She turned the key in the ignition, and grinned as the engine rumbled to life. The subtle vibrations tickled against her crotch, making Angela wiggle her bottom further into the seat. The thrilled smile on her face widened as she pulled out of the parking lot, and pressed her foot against the pedal.
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Mark groaned, every joint in his body ached as he moved. He rubbed his eyes, then blinked a few times, a wave of panic washing over him. Darkness surrounded him, as did the roar of a vehicle's engine. His hands patted around him, feeling the leathery surface he rested upon. Was he in a trunk?
"No, I'm sitting up," he thought to himself, "I can't be in a trunk, so where am I?" He tensed up as the realization that his clothes were gone finally clicked in his mind. The faint smell of leather mingled with a flowery perfume, the same kind his date was wearing earlier that night.
"Hello, is anybody there?" He called into the darkness, his heart racing within his chest as adrenaline began to trickle into his bloodstream.
"I'm here," a feminine voice said next to him, startling Mark into stumbling across the firm ground. "You're in her purse, guess the date went well for her."
Mark's head jerked back and forth, trying to ascertain where the voice was coming from. "Who are you?" He called out. "Purse, what are you talking about?"
"Your date, Angela," the female voice continued, "she shrunk you, she's a witch. You're in her purse, like I said."
Suddenly, the leather cave glowed with bright blue light, a massive screen illuminating across from Mark. He squinted as the silhouette of a woman stood in front of the radiant monitor. His mouth swung open as he processed the image on the screen. At the top were icons of a phone, showing the signal strength and carrier. The screen began to dim again, fading to black as the billboard sized phone went back to sleep.
"But who are you?" Mark repeated as the screen lit up again, the woman's shadows bent down as she pushed a button at the base of the screen.
"I'm Melanie, a prisoner just like you," the shadowy figure replied. "Whatever you do, just go with whatever Angela tells you to do tonight."
The screen faded again, but before Mark could crawl towards it, the ground lurched sideways. He tumbled across the leather floor, bumping against a large plastic tube. He braced himself against it as gravity shifted, and the purr of the engine was silenced. Mark felt himself being tossed back and forth as the purse was lifted, and carried to its next destination. His journey in the darkness came to an abrupt halt as the leather bag landed with a heavy thud.
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Angela wasted no time getting down to business. She dropped her purse by the side of her bed, and quickly removed her heels, her ass arched high in the air as she bent over. The squirming in her pussy had died down during her drive, but it seemed like her bending over had rekindled the little toy wedged between her lower lips. She gently squeezed her thighs as she stood back up, flexing her pelvic muscles to try and draw the wiggling girl back into her hungry pussy.
Her hands reached for her purse, opening the zipper with excited anticipation of her toy within. At the bottom of the purse, her miniaturized date was curled up next to a tube of lipstick. Angela's expression quickly morphed from amusement to lust, as she leaned closer. Her blonde hair draped on either side of her face, giving the little man an unobstructed view of her terrifyingly beautiful face.
"Are you ready to continue our date, Mark?" she cooed, her fingers slinking along the inside wall of the purse. Mark scrambled on his hands and knees, curling up into a ball in the corner. A small scream reached Angela's ears as she pinched him between her thumb and forefinger. She stood up, and brought her fingers before her face.
"You know," she said, her sultry voice betraying her intentions for the night, "we didn't really have a truly passionate kiss yet. Why don't we fix that?"
Mark screamed as his view was filled with Angela's lips, the shimmering red surface moist with her saliva. His cries were drowned out as his head was pushed between the the soft lips, eliciting a soft moan from Angela. She puckered and sucked on the his head, slowly pulling him deeper between her lips. Her fingers released their grip on Mark's body, leaving his legs to kick wildly in the air. Angela giggled at the ticklish sensation, then slurped her tiny date into her mouth.
It was humid and uncomfortably warm within Angela's mouth. Mark shouted for help as he was tossed about by the resident monster of the cave. He winced in disgust as he was pressed against the inside of her cheek, the slippery tongue running back and forth against the length of his back. His skin was dripping with Angela's spit, his hair matted against his head by the thick fluid. He hollered in terror as the pink muscle pushed him between the rows of razor sharp teeth. His hands stretched in front of his face as the molars above him began to descend.
Angela toyed with Mark, her tongue bathing him in her saliva. He tasted so sweet, and his frantic struggles felt electric against her cheeks. Her hands wandered across her body, removing the dress from her shoulders, leaving the black satin in a crumpled heap by the foot of the bed. Only her panties remained, soaked through with her juices. Angela slowly wiggled her hips back and forth, dropping the drenched undergarments down to her ankles. She reached down between her legs, searching for the tiny girl who had helped her warm up tonight.
After a few seconds of probing inside herself, Angela pulled a sticky and half-conscious Rachel from the depths of her womanhood. She gently set the girl down within a jar resting on her dresser, the label scribbling "Toy" on itself as she removed her fingers. Rachel wiped her hands across her face, feebly trying to remove Angela's viscous fluids from her face, before laying down to cry herself to sleep.
Angela turned away from Rachel, and began to rummage through her dressers, searching for one last item to complete her night. She allowed her lips to part for a moment, giving Mark a short glimpse of the objects in her hand, before sealing him back in the darkness of her mouth.
The lips that sealed Mark inside finally opened, and he was thrust forward by the slimy tongue against his back. He tumbled over Angela's bottom lip, free-falling towards her milky white breasts. His body landed between them with a wet splat. Before he could gain any footing, the mountains of mammaries on either side of him closed in, burying him in an avalanche of flesh. He could feel the resounding "thump-thump" of her heart pounding just a few feet away from him. The soft moans from her lips sounded distant and muffled, his head encased in the soft skin of her breasts.
Angela rubbed her boobs together, sliding them up and down against each other. She could feel Mark's wiggling body slowly moving further down her cleavage. Her left hand let go her her breast, scooping up Mark as he began to tumble free of her ample bosom. His pleas for mercy were silenced as she cupped him against her nipple, her palm pushing him firmly into her areola.
Mark could hardly breathe, his face twisted painfully to the side. He could feel the hardening protrusion of Angela's nipple pushing against his rib cage, slowly driving his precious air supply from his lungs. The captivating hand on his back squeezed, squishing his body deeper into the creamy flesh of the gigantic breast. His legs kicked uselessly against her skin, as his body was massaged into her chest.
Angela sat up, and released her hand from Mark. He fell screaming, landing on the mattress between her colossal legs. As he staggered to his feet, Angela began to prepare for the main event. Reaching over to her nightstand, she grabbed the long pink dildo, and a condom. A slight movement caught her eye, and Angela quickly clamped her legs together. A muffled shriek could be heard, as Mark was sandwiched between her juicy thighs. She clenched her muscles for several seconds, while she opened the condom and unraveled it. Satisfied that he had learned his lesson, Angela parts her legs once more, allowing Mark to collapse and catch his breath.
Mark looked back at his captor, her body stretching up to the heavens. She looked to beautiful and innocent, a stark contrast to her actions. He couldn't help but notice the spectacle where her legs came together. Her pussy looked ready to devour him whole, her engorged labia were swollen and pink. As he panted for air, he caught a whiff of her scent, feminine and musky. He screamed as her hand descended on him, scooping him up into her fist.
Holding the condom in one hand, Angela dumped Mark into the opening, letting him tumble to the bottom of the rubber pouch. He struggled to keep his balance as she giggled, sending vibrations down through the transparent condom.
"I want you inside me, Mark," She said breathlessly, before sliding the condom over her dildo. She watched as it filled up the rubber tube, forcing the tiny man to retreat to the tip. With a final tug, she rammed the tip of the silicone toy into his flailing body. The walls of the condom bulged out slightly as he struggled viciously against it.
"That's right, squirm for me, little man," she said softly, lowering both Mark and dildo down between her legs. She pressed the tip against her clit, ripples of pleasure from the tiny man's struggles shooting up her spine. Twisting slowly back and forth, Angela rubbed the dildo across the entrance to her love tunnel. She teased her body, dragging the toy along the inside of her leg, leaving a thin trail of her juices behind.
Mark was pinned, his back arched painfully across the tip of the monolithic dildo. His limbs fought against transparent condom, stretched snugly across the front of his body. The thick fluids outside smeared across the latex distorted his vision, giving him a surreal view of Angela's most intimate parts. As she pushed the dildo against her slit, Mark felt the overwhelming heat of her body radiating around him. He watched in a mix of awe and horror as the swollen nether lips parts, engulfing the tip which held him prisoner.
A low moan escaped Angela's lips as she penetrated herself. She pulled the dildo out gradualy, then pressed it into herself again, going a little deeper with each thrust. Soon, she had worked herself up into pushing the entire length of the phallic object into her hungry pussy. Her pelvic muscles undulated against the welcome intrusion, molding to the silicone pillar between her hips. She could feel the tantalizing movements of Mark through the condom, his futile thrashing only serving to fuel her lust.
The air around Mark was thick with the giantess's scent, at least what little air he had left. Each thrust of the dildo into Angela's ravenous pussy seemed to press out more and more of his precious oxygen, sending Mark into a panic. He frantically struggled against the elastic rubber that held him captive, his reasoning clouded by the primal fear to survive. If he could only tear his way free, maybe he could still escape this date-turned-nightmare.
Angela was approaching climax; her legs were quivering with euphoria, and her breathing was shallow and ragged. As an orgasm swelled within her hips, she clenched her legs tightly around her hand, burying the dildo deep within her body. Every muscle in her body shuddered, and Angela let out a high pitched moan of ecstasy as she tilted her head back. Panting rapidly, she reached up and wiped a thin film of sweat from her brow, smiling at the tingling twitches that remained in her crotch. She sat up, and slowly pulled the dildo from her pussy. The condom was dripping with her juices, and she could barely see that tiny form of Mark sealed under the latex at the tip.
"Mmm... not bad for round one," she purred, running her tongue along the length of the toy, lapping up a bit of her own juices. Her lips pursed around the tip, and she gently sucked. Slowly but surely, she began to push the dildo into her mouth.
The view of Angela's parted lips terrified Mark. He could see the back of her throat as she inserted him along with the dildo into her mouth. Once he passed her lips, darkness surrounded him once more. Suddenly, the latex stretched across his body was compressed, as the pink beast of her mouth slithered across the outline of his body.
Angela pulled the toy from her lips, releasing it from her mouth with a satisfying pop. Her fingers pinched the edge of the condom, and she peeled it away from the dildo with one swift tug. The tiny man was freed, and immediately fell from the tip of the silicone toy, tumbling into her waiting palm. Angela closed her eyes, and muttered a spell. When she opened her eyes, the man in her fist was unconscious, his body slowly expanding until he filled her grasp. She laid him down on the bed, and stepped out of the bedroom for a drink, her naked hips swaying with every step.
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Mark slowly regained consciousness. He was laying facedown on the bed, his body protesting his recent abuse with soreness. He grunted, and sat up just in time to see Angela walk back in, a glass of red wine in her hand. He was frozen in terror as she tipped the glass up to her lips, polishing off the drink with a few quick gulps. The sound of her swallowing resounded on his tiny eardrums, welling up a pit in his stomach. What if he was next?
Angela set the glass down on the dresser, and flopped onto the bed. The impact knocked the little man onto his rear, a sight that caused her to giggle in amusement.
"Ready for round two, my little valentine?" She tilted her head to the side, resting one cheek against the cool, soft sheets. Her breath was tainted with the smell of wine, blowing across Mark as she spoke. She giggled once more at his bewildered expression, then pounced like a cat. Her hand sprang from her side, snatching up Mark in the blink of an eye. At his increased size, his head and shins poked out from her fist, his feet twisting back and forth as he writhed within her grasp.
"Ohhh, you don't want to be my valentine anymore?" Angela feigned sorrow, her bottom lip poking out in a mock pouty face. "That's too bad, because you're all mine for the rest of the night, sweetie."
She brought her hand to her lips, and smothered Mark in a sloppy wet kiss. She was practically drooling on him, her spit trickling down his body as she danced her tongue across his face. Finally, she pulled her mouth away, a strand of saliva trailing from her upper lip to his face.
Mark struggled to see, his sight blocked by the bubbly spit that covered his face. The fist shifted, and he felt himself being tilted upside down. Shaking his head violently from side to side, he managed to clear his vision enough to see. And he wished he hadn't see where he was headed.
Angela propped her butt into the air, crouching on her elbow and knees. She lifted Mark above her ass, holding him upside down over her pale ass cheeks. After several seconds, she heard his screams of terror, and smiled wickedly. Her fist slowly lowered towards her ass, and she dragged the tiny man's head up and down the length of her crack, giving him a full tour of his next destination.
Mark screamed until his voice cracked. The towering ass cheeks parted every so slightly as he was dragged along the fleshy canyon, his face brushing against the smooth skin. Directly below him, Mark stared in horror at Angela's puckered asshole. The pink ring twitched in anticipation of it's next meal, and Mark squirmed in earnest protest as Angela began to lower him closer. Suddenly, he was thrust forward, and his face slammed into the slimy orifice before he could flinch.
A shudder of pleasure coursed through Angela as she felt the little man's head make contact with her anus. She rubbed his face around in circles against her back door, teasing and loosening up the sphincter for its newest anal chew toy. Occasionally, she could hear his shouts and cries, before his face was smushed back into the oily ring for her pleasure. She pulled her fist back slightly. "Take a deep breath, my valentine," she moaned, before shoving him back against her asshole.
Mark gasped as his head collided with the slimy ring, the sphincter contracting against his face. The remaining saliva from her mouth acted as a lubricant, his head sliding deeper into the titanic ass. His shoulders bumped against Angela's anus, halting his progress only for a moment. He felt her her fist grip his body tighter, pushing him deeper into her rectum. The foul orifice slowly expanded, encompassing his shoulders, and Mark's body lurched forward. The air reeked of shit and sweat, and Mark gagged at the foul odor. He thrashed about as the anus clamped around his waist, trapping him halfway within the giantess's ass.
Angela moaned as she felt the tiny struggles within her ass. She rolled onto her back, her ass cheeks squishing Mark's kicking legs. Grabbing her dildo in one hand, she slid one finger underneath her pussy, and pressed against Mark's exposed crotch. With a gentle push, she felt him slide deeper into her rectum, his struggles intensifying as she clenched her anus around his knees. Soon, only his feet remained free of her asshole, a situation she quickly remedied with a final push from her finger.
With her valentine trapped completely within her rectum, Angela ground her ass into the mattress. The frantic throbbing within her pushed her closer to climax. She wasted no time in thrusting her dildo between her legs, her body providing more than enough lubrication at her level of arousal.
Mark was in hell. The walls around him contracted, twisting his body like a contortionist. He longed for Angela's saliva to coat his face, his entire body instead coated in an greasy film from her anus. As Angela moved around, he lost his sense of direction, no longer knowing which way was up or down, or worse, which way was out.
Something firm rammed into Mark, knocking the wind from him. He clutched his stomach in pain, as another blow crashed into his arms. "She's masturbating with me in here!" He thought, as he began to wriggle away from the pounding of the dildo on the other side of the rectal walls. He beat his hands against the walls, desperate to be released from the nightmare he was trapped in.
Angela had reached a fever pitch. The rhythmic sliding of the dildo against the walls of her vagina, combined with the delicious sensations of Mark within her rectum, pushed her over the edge. The thrill of her having complete control of the man trapped in her ass triggered a rolling orgasm across her body, her limbs spasming as she came. Her face was flushed, her breasts rising and falling in sync with her breathing.
She laid on her back, basking in the afterglow of the wonderful sensation of her captive in her ass. Finally, she sat up, feeling the struggles within her rectum dying down. She crouched by the bed, and pushed. A tiny limb brushed against her anus, and Angela reached back, pinching her fingers around the limp appendage. She tugged slowly, extracting Mark from her ass with a gradual pull. Giggling at the unconscious man, she carried him to the bathroom, and turned on the faucet.
Cold water splashed against Mark, jolting him awake. His body jerked away from the cold stream of water, as Angela rinsed him off. He shivered in her hand as she dried him off, her bare breasts bouncing as she rubbed the towel across his naked body.
Before he could protest, her hand closed around him, trapping him in darkness as she walked out of the bathroom. When her hand opened again, Mark tumbled onto a cold granite surface. He glanced around, noting that he must be in the kitchen. Pots and pans hung from the walls, but his was obscured by Angela's tummy. His eyes traced up her navel, over her breasts, and finally making eye contact with the giantess. Her smile was still so innocent, even after all she had subjected him to so far.
"So, will you let me go now?" He pleaded. "I promise, I won't tell a soul what happened tonight, if you just let me go."
Angela smirked, but said nothing. She waved her hand, summoning one of the pots from the stove. It hovered next to Mark, waiting for him to stagger away from it before landing with a gentle clank on the counter.
Mark looked at the pot, then at Angela. The lip of the pot was slightly higher than he was tall, so he couldn't see what was inside. Whatever it was, it was warm, as he could feel a mild heat radiating from the metal sides.
"We didn't even have dessert yet, my little valentine," Angela said, a hint of mischief in her voice. Mark stepped back from the pot, his legs beginning to tremble as adrenaline began to flow in his veins once more. He turned to run, but was snatched up before he could take a single step.
"Please, let me go!" He cried out as Angela lowered him over the pot. He looked down, and saw a brown paste within the metal container. Thin wisps of steam rose from it as he approached, and Mark tried to pull his feet away from the muddy concoction.
"Have you ever tried chocolate dipped strawberries, Mark?" Angela inquired, not really caring what his answer was. "They're so sweet and juicy, and the chocolate makes them melt in your mouth." She lowered her hand until it was almost touching the liquid chocolate within the pot.
"You're going to be my strawberry this year, Mark." Her hand opened wide, dropping Mark into the brown mixture. His scream was short lived, quickly silenced as he sunk beneath the surface. She watched in anticipation as he resurfaced, struggling to swim in the viscous chocolate.
Mark rubbed the sticky mud from his mouth and eyes. The chocolate was thick like tar, and very warm. He kicked his legs hard, straining to stay afloat in the gooey substance. Out of instinct, he reached up for help, surprised that Angela reached down to help. His arms were gripped between her fingertips, and he was slowly lifted from the sugary pool.
Angela held the tiny man up to her lips, and puckered them. She blew across his small body, cooling the warm chocolate plastered to his body. As the chocolate turned from glossy to matte, she dunked him in the pot once more, piling another layer of the sweet confection to his immobilized body.
She licked her lips, then nipped her teeth at Mark's feet. His screams were muted by the chocolate that had accumulated around his mouth. Smiling sweetly, she lifted him high above her head.
"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie," She cooed, opening her mouth wide to accept her snack. Mark's screams increased in pitch as she lowered him into her waiting mouth, before silencing him by sealing her lips together. She savored the chocolate on her tongue, slowly melting from the heat of her mouth. Tilting her head back, she decided to swallow Mark before he had a chance to melt free. Her fingers traced the bulge in her throat as she swallowed, a small gulp marking the tiny man's fate.
Mark felt the constricting squeeze of Angela's throat as he was pulled deeper down her gullet. A brief moment of free fall ensued, followed by a sickening splash. Mark squirmed against the chocolate, his body weighted down by the sugary plaster. Just as his head began to submerge, his arms broke free, and Mark thrashed to stay afloat. His legs soon followed suit in their freedom, and he swam to the edge of Angela's stomach.
Fumbling in the darkness, Mark pounded his fists against the slimy walls of his prison, and shouted at the top of his lungs. A low gurgle drowned out his screams, and shook the acidic cavern. What little sanity he had left began to wane, as his skin began to tingle. The air was sour, and was beginning to make him dizzy with each breath he took. Mark continued to beat against the thick walls, until the stomach lurched, tossing him into the pool of digestive juices.
"Mmm...." Angela purred, rubbing her bare tummy with her fingers. She could feel Mark's delirious struggles within her, and she loved it. Walking back to her room, she felt a sexual urge growing inside her, driven by the snack in her belly. Without a second thought, she dug into her purse, and fished out Melanie, before dropping her on the bed. Next, she grabbed the jar with Rachel inside, and tilted it so that the little woman tumbled onto the mattress next to her sister of circumstance.
"Okay girls," she said to the trembling girls before her, "who's ready for round three?"
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
Okay, I'm late as hell on this chapter (6 days, whoops). Life has thrown the wife and me quite a few curveballs lately, so I apologize for the lateness of this chapter, and overall lack of activity on here. hopefully, things will calm down again, and I can resume writing with more frequency.
Anywho, here's the (belated) Valentine's Day chapter! I tried to work in as many of the requests as I could, sorry if I didn't get yours! Also, not sure which holiday will be next, as the next major one for me is Easter. If I'm missing one, let me know, and I might give it a try.
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Anywho, here's the (belated) Valentine's Day chapter! I tried to work in as many of the requests as I could, sorry if I didn't get yours! Also, not sure which holiday will be next, as the next major one for me is Easter. If I'm missing one, let me know, and I might give it a try.
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Chapter End Notes:
Next chapter is up to you guys!