“You men, you’re all the same,” she snapped, her attention diverting from me to my savior. It was a relief she wasn’t reaching for me anymore. However, seeing her in this mood did nothing to stifle my fear. If she was cannibalistic when she was in a good mood, what would she do when pissed off?

“You reduce women like me down to our curves,” she scoffed. “You only serve to disarm yourselves when someone like me, someone with power comes along. And as soon as we display that power, you lash out, because we don’t fit your narrative. Well tough shit, little man! Look at where your all-mighty-cocks have gotten you all!” she said, addressing the rest of us. “I’ll remind you that none of you were blindsided by me. I didn’t jump you, put a bag over your head, and knock you out before you could say boo. It’s fair to assume you all knew who I was, but instead of running, you stood there grinning like idiots. I sauntered over to you and embraced you in the greatest kiss of your lives. You didn’t even try to run away or call for help. Gaia forbid you lose out on swapping spit with the Poison Ivy!” Her speech was very accusatory, but not at all inaccurate, at least not for me, and it sounds like not for the other two men either. “You all should have paid more attention in school. If you had, you’d have remembered that often the most attractive members of the plant kingdom are also the most dangerous.”

“Hmm.” She began to think aloud, her mood having somewhat softened, it seemed. I couldn’t decide if that were good or bad. At least when she was mad, she wasn’t eating us. “Now, if I remember correctly, you in particular were distracted by my breasts,” she said to the insulting man. “Hmph, how original.”

Ivy took a few steps back as she began to mock the failed hero. Without a word, she begins to slide her delicate hands over her mountainous breasts. Her fingertips dragging slowly across the exposed tops of her tits. “Were you hoping you’d get to touch them?” she queried in a tone I had not heard her use since she first captured me. “Squeeze them?” To give image to our imaginations, she did just that, closing her hands around her tits. Fingers pressed into flesh and palms covered where I assumed her nipples would be. She capped off the act by taking in a deep breath and chewing on her plump lower lip. To see those white fangs press into her red fleshy lips did little to make me forget about her appetite. “Perhaps even a little lick of my soft skin, wrinkled around my areolas? I bet you’re wondering what color they are?”

I couldn’t help but watch, transfixed, by the lewd display, only serving to prove her point about our libidos. At least I wasn’t alone in my folly. The other two had approached the glass too, watching as Ivy did to herself what we had all wished we could do to her. Despite my heart still pounding in fear and panic, some blood found its way below and give hard, visual, evidence of my desire. Again, I wasn’t alone. Even knowing the extent of her evil, there was no denying we still wanted to fuck her.

“Well, far me it for me to deny you your greatest desire, little man. Come here.” Although I’m sure we all knew to whom she was referring, if they were like me, we all hoped she was talking about ourselves. Another foolish desire denied, Ivy of course snatched up the most verbal among us and took him out of the container. Now it was just me and the six or seven-inch-tall man left inside.

She stepped back a little; enough for us to still see what was going to transpire, but not far enough away that we wouldn’t be subjected to it. Ivy held the wriggling man to her face, licking her lips in that predatory way we had seen her do numerous times to her meals. But rather than popping him into her mouth, she dropped him; and just as she seemed to intend, he landed on her breasts.

I could see him give a few bounces once he hit the taut but soft skin of her chest. Eventually he would start to slip down toward the middle, to the cleavage we had seen one man fall into before. But this time, the victim was much bigger, and he didn’t immediately disappear into the shadow of her cleavage.

“Are they everything you ever dreamed of, lover boy?” she asked with a throaty purr. The ride began in earnest for him as Ivy resumed massaging her breasts together. I could see him try desperately to not get sucked in between them, but the constant motions, and smooth unblemished skin, made it impossible for him to get enough of a grip to pull himself out from the trap. Little by little he was pulled down further between her tits, until I could no longer see him against her mint green skin.

He would gain some respite, at least, when Ivy stopped pawing at her breasts and started moving her fingers elsewhere. It seems her little punishment had given her more than just a sadistic glee. One hand went up north, resting against her face as she idly nibbled on her fingernail. The other fell south, grazing along the leaves of her corset as it did, before stopping between her legs. The motions of her hands were subtle and delicate, but again, at our size, we could make them out distinctly. She was petting herself, giving into some sick pleasure she had gained from torturing a human life between her colossal tits.

I was so focused on seeing her green skin flush and fingers dance against her erogenous zones that I almost didn’t see her latest victim claw his way up through her breasts. He had done it! He had summoned up the strength of body and force of will to climb up against the intense pressure and heat of her undoubtedly warm breasts. I could see him take in a gasp of air when his head emerged and pause in his escape to get his bearings. I pounded on the glass and tried to scream at him to keep moving, to not stop for a second. He couldn’t risk giving her a moment to catch him. If this were a happy story, that might have worked. But this isn’t, and it didn’t.

“Uh uh uh,” Ivy boomed from above, “You’re not done until I’m done, bug,” she scolded, dropping the cuter pet names she had for us and referring to him as a lowly insect. Playfully, she started jumping up in down in short hops. Her breasts in turn started to jiggle aggressively. The man didn’t stand a chance. He once again slipped down into her cleavage. Now, he no doubt had to deal with the pain of having all those pounds of pressure slamming into him over and over. No doubt he wished for her to just massage her breasts again. Sadly, he’d get his wish.

Once more Ivy started to molest her breasts, squeezing and pressing on them with more earnest than before. Her moaning and panting became more intense in turn. The sounds were clearly not for our benefit, anymore. These were natural, happening purely because of her pleasure. Then suddenly, she stopped.

She took a moment to catch her breath. A hand moved her red tresses from her sweaty face. Once she was breathing through her nose again, she reached in between her tits to investigate. After some searching, she pulled the two fingers she had inserted, now smeared in blood. There were even some viscera roped between them when she parted her digits. With a shrug that completely dismissed the man’s existence, started to lick her fingers clean. First in the open air, and then she started to suck on them in her mouth. When her fingers popped out and her eyes fluttered open, her sights were again set on us two remaining prisoners.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day, cutie,” she said. Neither of us were clear on who she meant, but I’m sure my brother in captivity could agree we each hoped it was the other one. Would she resume her order from before and go back to me, or would she continue things as they were and go for him? There was too much to consider, but none of it mattered. I had little hope of escaping anyway. All my rambling, pointless, thoughts fell away when she started to undress.

Poison Ivy moved her hands down her sides, starting at level with her breasts and stopping at her thighs. As her hands move, some sort of psychic or magical command was given, and her corset began to fall away. The once vibrantly verdant leaves turned into shades of red, orange, and yellow. One by one they fell away from her body. I couldn’t help but feel some manner of luck on my end that I had survived long enough to see this. Poison Ivy. Naked. Amazing.

Despite their size, her breasts were as perky as a budding teenager’s. Surely that had to be one of her superpowers. Her stomach was trim and free of fat, showing the slight definition beneath her taut skin. Her hips swayed gently back and forth as she waited for the leaves to fall. And then her most private of areas. My god, it was beautiful. It looked so smooth and inviting, and god help me it was wet. Wet! As if I needed more confirmation, she was getting turned on by all this carnage. When I saw the corpse fall from between her tits, my arousal dimmed considerably (though, shamefully, not entirely).

As if his gore was acting as an adhesive, Ivy’s tits actually peeled apart from each other, slightly. They gave a small jiggle when they did, but I was more focused on what was between them. Slowly gravity was doing its work, and the squashed remains of the last victim fell from Ivy’s right tit and fell without her noticing at all. It even left little spots of blood on her stomach when it, he, hit there during the descent. When she started to approach, my pessimistic mind imagined that she stepped on this poor man, if he could be called that anymore. Either flattened by the heel or squished between her toes. I was all too familiar with how deadly her dainty but powerful feet could be.

So, who was the cutie? Sadly, or thankfully, not me. No, her target this time was the tallest of tonight’s prisoners, and certainly the strongest looking. Even if he hadn’t been twice my height, he’d be intimidating. I just hoped his strength would serve him in some way. Despite how strong he looked, Ivy picked him up like doll-sized man he was.

Ivy admired his form, rubbing his torso with her thumb as she cradled him in her hand. Satisfied with touch, she moved onto taste. She dragged her tongue up along his body, starting with his crotch and not stopping until she passed his head. The moan she gave signified satisfaction with the taste. She would continue to apply licks and kisses to his body, every inch, back and front, covered in affection. But as she had proven time and time again, any affection was misinterpreted on my part.

With her prey now covered in saliva, she snapped her fingers and behind her approached a giant leaf. The vine slithered up to her, and without even looking behind herself, she dropped back onto the impromptu loveseat. She lounged with some disregard for the horror she had caused, and would no doubt continue to cause. Following another lick, Ivy moved the man down to her breast.

He was held against her left tit while Ivy played with the right. Her nipples, by the way, were evergreen in shade. The doll man was not left to his own devices, as Ivy was constantly moving her hand against her breast, no doubt mashing him in against her buoyant flesh. Suddenly, her left hand fell away, dropping to turn its attention to her wet lips between her legs. As it played, the man was hanging perilously from her erect nipple. I had no idea what he could do now to save himself, but I hoped he would think of something. Then his hand slipped. I gasped in that moment. At his size, compared to her, it was like watching someone scale a cliff face. It didn’t look like he’d be able to hold on much longer, but just before he could fall, Ivy snatched him up again.

With her cum stained fingers she gripped him and gave him another smile and a wink before carrying him down. As her legs spread further apart, it dawned on me her intention. So many have said that if they have to die, let it be by Ivy’s kiss. But if they had their way, they’d want “death by snoo-snoo from Ivy.” He was about to face a fate others had only dreamed of. Seeing it for myself, though, I knew it had to be a nightmare. If he did survive, he’d be nothing short of a legend. Maybe that added motivation would help him do just that, survive.

I could tell there was some resistance, thanks to the doll man pushing back against her as she tried to insert him. Of course, if it was a battle of strength he wanted, we all knew he’d lose. Sure enough, the faint yelling I could hear from him was cut off when he went face first into Poison Ivy’s pussy. Delighted, she let out a happy little cry. Further and further he was pushed in, until only his knees to his feet were left out. They kicked wildly as Ivy tended to her breasts again.

Ivy let him struggle inside of her as she pinched and pulled her nipples and sucked her fingers clean. Her hips swiveled and bucked as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. Her moans grew louder and louder as she mixed in obscenities. Eventually, it seemed his struggles alone weren’t enough for him, and she opted to guide him.

Grabbing him by his shins, Ivy began to pull him out only to push him back in. He was never fully released from the undoubtedly boiling prison. I could even start to hear the wetness of her lips as she pumped faster and faster. Her breath matched her pace as it increased. Then, suddenly, she hit the peak. Her hips rose up as far as they could, and her body froze in place, save for a few spasms. Then, she relaxed. A sigh of relief came, followed by a short bout of giggles. At least it was good for her.

She gave him plenty of time inside of her after her orgasm before she decided to pull him back out. His limp body dripped her juices on her body as she carried him up to her face to inspect. I couldn’t see a single sign of life in him. If I knew anything about the female orgasm, and I didn’t, her inner walls would have contracted during the orgasm. It’s possible he was crushed to death in that moment. It was either that or suffocation. Or drowning by swallowing cum. Or maybe a heat stroke? Or just a heart attack from all the intensity of it all. I certainly didn’t hold it against him that he died.

“I do prefer my meat to be live and wriggling,” Ivy said, breaking the silence and repeating what she had told all of us when the nightmare began. “But I hate to waste food. Especially a substantial treat such as you,” she said to the motionless doll. And so, I was subjected to another reminder of her voracious appetite.

Feet first she lowered him into her mouth. The first taste forced a moan from her throat, and little by little she sucked him into her maw. Though the other instances of this were hard to watch, some part of me was interested in this moment. I was curious how, if at all, she could swallow something so big. Mind turned back to fear when I saw him start to move.

By the time he was hip deep in this monster’s mouth, he had come to and started to struggle wildly. Ivy’s eyes shot open with surprise, but she didn’t slow down but for that second of shock. If anything, now she would just be more encouraged to eat him.

He braced himself against her face. His hands pressed into those thick lips, but they would only sink in like a giant pillow. How she was managing to swallow something just as big as him, but with as much fight as him, was astounding. How he was able to keep up the fight even after all he’d seen, all he’d been through, was no less astounding. Despite both their prowess, there was still no doubt who would win (though I did have some hope, still).

Eventually only his head remained outside her lips. I could tell he was still struggling by the movement of Ivy’s cheeks. Little strikes of his fists against the inside of her mouth as he fought against his grim fate. For the last bit, Ivy opted to not push him in with her fingers. Instead, out came her tongue. It slithered up underneath him, and slowly the tip curled back over his head. The muscled pulled back in, taking the last of the man with it.

Ivy clearly struggled to get him all down. She seemed to put a lot of effort into swallowing the man. I could even make out his shape in her throat as she succeeded, sadly. It took several gulps before he started his painfully slow descent. A descent, I should add, that she followed with her fingers. She traced, either for herself or for me, the path she felt him take from her throat down to her stomach, just below her pendulous breasts. Her body gave another shiver as he likely fell into her graveyard of a stomach.

Again, she took a moment to rest, to appreciate the sensations she felt. Then, in an instant, I felt her eyes upon her. I cursed myself for not using my time wisely. Instead of looking for a way out, anything at all, I had watched her. She had been long distracted with that last man, and yet I watched every second of the lewd and nightmarish display. Was it morbid curiosity or shameful horniness? Which was worse? It didn’t matter now, because now she was approaching me. And once again, my lust got the better of me, and my focus was almost entirely on her breasts. They gave the most delightful little bounces with every step.

“I must admit, I am quite full,” she admitted to me, “and quite satisfied. So, I’m not sure what use I have left for you, little one.” A ray of hope? Her pet name was not derogatory, maybe her blood lust had been sated? Would I survive simply be virtue of being one-too-many? “However, this is one hole I have left unattended tonight.” No, I would not survive. And as she leaned in close to watch my face, her smile widened, and eyebrows rose when she saw me realize her intention.

“That’s right,” she confirmed, “Now come here, you,” she playfully demanded. Just like before, as if I had learned nothing, I ran around the prison, if nothing else but to delay the inevitable by a few measly seconds. But who wouldn’t ask for just a few more seconds more before they faced death incarnate?

“All this running away, you’re making me think you don’t like the idea of being intimate with my derriere,” she said with mock sadness, pouting at me as she held me in her grip. How many deaths had this hand seen to tonight? Now I was in its clutch. “After all, you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t fond of my backside.”

It’s true. My entire predicament is because of my own lust. In truth, I hadn’t been her initial target. When I turned down a hall, on my usual rounds, I saw her, embraced in a kiss with my supervisor. There was no denying who she was, so I knew the danger, but how could I not look on? It was an event I had only read, and dreamed, about, and it was happening right in front of me. I only wished I had brought my phone. Yet, instead of seeing my boss either fall over in death or stand still like a zombie, he shrunk. Just like that, inch by inch, he shrunk. Until he just disappeared into a lump of clothes. The look of panic on his face was only slightly more intense than my own.

That’s when my moment of shame came. Instead of running away, either to get help or to hide, I stayed and watched. Why? Because Poison Ivy was bending over at the waist. She was searching through the piles of clothes, presumably looking for the man she had shrunk. Meanwhile, I was treated to the sight of her salaciously squeezable, sexily spankable, ass. Her hips even began to sway while she hummed during her search.

As the rest of the world (and logic) fell away from me, I forgot my surroundings. While leaning in for a closer look, I knocked over the mop that was resting against the wall. In that instant, all my rationale returned to me and I realized what I should have been doing was running. In that instant, Ivy shot upright and turned to look at me. The sudden motion caused her curvier parts to jiggle slightly. An unnecessary detail to mention, but perhaps it makes my foolish behavior more understandable. Or at least relatable.

Though she looked at me in surprise, her face was quick to change back to a predatory one. As she started to approach me, I noticed movement coming from my boss’s clothes. Ivy, too, turned her attention downward. She was likely surprised that any man could peel their eyes away from her. There we both saw the flabby form of my boss, shrunken down to a few inches, tying to run away. He wouldn’t get far.

A grim shadow was cast over him as Ivy raised her bare foot over the terrified man. He tripped over himself and fell on his back at the sight. Slowly she descended her foot on top of him. He was now pinned underneath the sole of her foot, trapped between the heel and her toes. Then, without mercy, she applied all the pressure she could. Splat. She even gave a few good twists of the ball of her foot. Then, she streaked the remains across the floor when she moved her foot away. When I looked up from the carnage, I saw she had been staring at me the whole time.

And still, I didn’t run. Why? Why else? That perfectly voluptuous form approaching me, with bedroom eyes and red puffy lips pulled into a devious smile. The rest, I’m sure, you know. A kiss, that I will admit was heavenly, that sent me to hell. I had no idea that my fate would be to die inside of the ass I so desired. I would either be crushed or suffocated, and I didn’t know which was worse. Or maybe I’d somehow survive, like the last guy, only to be swallowed alive. If that were the case, I only hoped I would taste terrible.

Ivy reached back her hands behind her. She made me watch as she spanked that firm ass, letting out a resounding sound followed by her own coo. God how I had dreamed of doing that to her, to hear that coo, right before I entered her. Just, not like this. Not like this. When she pulled back one cheek with her hand, I began my approach. Just as my head was about to be pressed against that puckered green asshole, something stopped her.

“Ivy! What’s going on in there?”

A voice, another person, calling out to investigate. And it was one that gave Ivy pause, because she quickly snapped me back to face her, rather than face my death. The look of panic on her face was definitely enjoyable to see, after all I had seen.

“Listen to me, you little creep!” Well there went all the faux niceness. “You make so much as a peep and I’ll make things much worse for you, you got it? Trust me, I can do it.” Of that, I had no doubt. What choice did I have? Not that she gave me time to reply, because as soon as she finished talking, she swiftly moved me to her back again. There I would sit, in her cupped palms, just above the ass that was my promised demise.

And then the other woman entered the greenhouse.