Monday morning, Alena walked into English 101 and made for her spot in the back. Jackie and Pierce had already arrived, the former ruffling the latter’s hair with her finger, much to his chagrin. Not that he did anything to resist. Jackie wore a grin stretching from ear to ear and hummed a cheery tune, so lost in glee, she didn’t notice Alena until the other woman spoke up.
“Good morning. What’s got you in such a good mood?”
Jackie turned to her, her smile widening enough to flash her teeth and gums. “Pierce is taking me to a Vore Hotel.” The instant the words left her mouth, Jackie’s eyes shot wide open. Her smile faded, and she covered her mouth with her hands, as if doing so would stuff what she said back into her mouth.
“A what hotel?” Alena stared at Jackie with a clueless look on her face.
“It’s a place that will let Jackie eat me,” Pierce explained as casually as he would describe a new restaurant they planned to check out.
“Eat you?!” Alena’s eyes bulged far enough to break through her lenses.
Jackie banged her fist on her desk, sending Pierce and his tiny desk an inch into the air. “Don’t phrase it like that!” She turned to Alena and held her hands up in an attempt at damage control. “I’m not going to eat him. I’m just going to swallow him so he can sit in my stomach for a while.”
“Jackie, that’s eating him!” Her eyes darted between Jackie and Pierce. The urge to grab the tiny and run, or at least call the authorities, welled inside her. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Her girlfriend’s sister, possibly the sweetest woman Alena knew, wanted to eat Pierce alive, and he seemed perfectly content with the horrid thought.
“Wait, do you not know what ‘vore’ is?” Pierce asked, straightening himself in his seat after his unexpected flight.
Alena shook her head. “As in, like, ‘carnivore’?”
“You’re on the right track. You want to explain it to her, babe?”
Jackie sighed, her breath mussing Pierce’s hair further. “I guess I already spilled the beans. Can you keep this a secret, Alena? Pierce is the only person I’ve trusted this with. People tend to get the wrong impression when it’s explained to them.” Pierce thought back to Heather’s reaction, and a pang of guilt slithered up from his gut. Javi and Lynn knew too, making Jackie the most ignorant one of the group for believing she had a secret at all. “‘Vore’ is a fetish I have. I fantasize about eating Pierce whole, but that’s all it is: a fantasy. I’d never hurt him, and I’d never do anything he isn’t comfortable with. That’s why we’re going to a Vore Hotel. They drug me so I can’t digest him, and with his help, I’ll get to live out this dream of mine.”
“Oh, that’s a relief.” Alena placed a hand on her chest and breathed. “I’m sorry if I panicked. I didn’t realize it was a sex thing. Though now that I think about it, I recall Naila mentioning it before. I don’t know, I try to block out most of her ‘pet’ talk.”
Jackie reached over and grabbed Alena’s hand, looking straight through her glasses into her dark brown eyes. “Please don’t tell Lynn. I can’t have my family find out.”
“Do you think they’d judge you?” Alena pulled Jackie’s hand in close, tightening her grip on it. “Lynn would never. Surely.”
“They’d have every right to. My dad and sister living under the same roof as a tiny eating monster? I wouldn’t blame them if they shunned me for it.” Over a decade’s worth of unsubstantiated fears sent chills throughout Jackie’s body. As elated as she was having Pierce find out and accept that side of her, she couldn’t risk letting the other people she cared about learn the dark truth of hers. The shame would be unbearable.
“Lynn would never do that,” Alena said. Jackie winced at how tightly she held her. “I haven’t met your parents yet, but I know the kind of people who shun others for who they are, and Lynn certainly isn’t one of them.”
“She’s right. I’m sure Lynn would be fine with it.” Pierce wanted to tell Jackie the truth, but he wasn’t sure if that knowledge would help or harm her. Besides, he promised Lynn to never rat her out, and Pierce feared the consequences of breaking a promise with her. “But Alena, keep this on the down low. Just to be safe.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink, Alena catching the small gesture.
“O-okay.” Alena let go of Jackie’s hand and stared at the larger twin’s face, seeing the smaller twin in her features. “It’ll be tough. I’m trying to be more open and honest with her. But if that’s what you need, Jackie, then I’ll respect your wish.”
“Thank you. That’s all I ask.” Jackie smiled at Alena. She found it strange how much trust she placed in the big, but Alena proved a greater friend than her size suggested. Her and Heather gave Jackie hope that not all bigs were wolves, and the larger twin was grateful to have found their comforting presence in the territory of beasts. “But enough about that. Let’s change the subject. You read the new One Piece chapter yet?
After class, Pierce texted Alena to inform her that Lynn and the others already knew about Jackie’s fetish, removing a tiny twin sized burden from Alena’s shoulders. The truth weighed heavy on his heart, Pierce considering filling Jackie in on how well known her secret was. But when the two were alone again, Jackie started humming, her finger rarely leaving him, and Pierce couldn’t take that happiness from her.
******
“Zis is burnt. Again.” Chef Gautier spit the blackened meat into a waste receptacle, exaggerating both the bob of his head and the ptew sound he made with his lips.
“But I can’t see the blood pooling on top. How am I supposed to know when to flip it?” Heather was hunched over a miniature stove in her penthouse kitchen, the private chef she hired standing beside it. Chef Gautier was an expert in the world of tiny cuisine and came highly recommended as a cooking mentor. However, he was used to teaching fellow tinies already working in restaurants, seeking to take their talents to the next level. The earnest big looking for advice on how to make a home cooked meal for her tiny boyfriend’s birthday was a far cry from the talent he preferred molding.
“Zese are not hamburgers. You are zearing them until zey appear brown. Watch.” Gautier took a couple fresh slabs of rabbit meat and tossed them into the pan, giving them a few minutes to sear. Once they were properly cooked, he brought them to the miniature countertop and placed them on a plate. He took a fork and knife and cut into one of the fillets. “Zee? Zere is still pink inzide. You don’t want zem fully cooked before zimmering them.”
Heather bent forward and squinted, catching the slightest glimpse of the meat’s pink center. “Shit, man, I need a fucking magnifying glass to see that.”
“Zen get one. Are you trying to impress zis man of yours or poison him?” Gautier double-checked the recipe Heather provided, Pierce having typed it up off a page of Mrs. Delgado’s grease stained scribblings. “And zis needs to be altered. Too much garlic, not enough zalt.”
“No, we’re cooking it exactly as it says. This is his mom’s recipe, and that’s how he likes it.”
“Tsk, Americans mistake nostalgia for quality. Zeir mothers lack zeh heritage to craft real home cooking. Tradition is lost on zem.”
Heather leaned over the counter, casting the tiny Gautier in the darkness of her shadow. Her eyes peeked through their barely open lids as she glared down at him. “We’re doing this as I say, or you can show yourself out. I can hire another chef if you won’t cooperate. I only need a tiny’s help cooking food at your scale. I neither need nor care for your opinion.”
“V-very well.” A bead of sweat rolled down Gautier’s forehead, his neck craned to meet the heiress’ steely gaze. “Let’s take anozer ztab at zearing zen.”
******
Inside Luca Gardens Suites & Eats, the empty lobby more closely resembled a clinic’s waiting room than a hotel entrance hall. The drywall and tile floors were a stark white, the air sterile. Chairs were positioned back to back in rows in the center of the room, the check-in desk waiting along the far wall with two hallways on either end leading to the suites. A bright green Beanstalk Co. logo emblazoned the wall behind the front desk, the only splash of color in the desolate space.
The purple tinted plastic in Jackie’s boot platforms stood out against the white tile flooring as she entered the lobby. Clocking the check-in desk in the back, she first sat down in one of the chairs and untied the laces of her right boot. Once she slipped her foot out, she peered in through the opening at the insole’s heel.
“How was the ride?” Jackie asked into her boot.
Pierce opened up a hatch in the heel and crawled out from the hollow platform, the pleasant aroma of Jackie’s foot greeting him inside the boot proper. “Like cabbing in a Ferris wheel is the best comparison I can make. Not as smooth as when you carry me, but a lot of fun nonetheless. And the cushioning is really soft. You could probably rock me to sleep in there.”
The wide grin on her boyfriend’s face lit Jackie up. She reached into her boot and pulled Pierce out, holding him gently within her fingers, and then she tied her boot back onto her foot. Humming “Maneater” by Hall and Oates, Jackie got up and walked over to the front desk, carrying Pierce in her open palm. She had been listening to the song regularly since Pierce broke the news. At the front desk, a male receptionist in a concierge uniform greeted them.
“Hi. We have a reservation,” Pierce said from Jackie’s hand. He held out his phone for the receptionist, displaying a bar code from his confirmation email on the small screen. The receptionist leaned over to scan the code and then returned to his computer, typing away until he found the pair’s reservation info.
“Pierce and Jackie, it’s a pleasure to have you today. Is this your first visit to a Vore Hotel?” The both of them nodded. “And have either of you practiced vore before using a Vore Suit?”
“Not really,” Pierce admitted, scratching his cheek and chuckling nervously. His heart beat louder than his words, the fateful moment quickly approaching. While he refused to allow his resolve to waver, actually checking in to the hotel forced his repressed concerns to the forefront of his brain.
“I’ve played pretend with my food before, but I’ve yet to swallow a real person.” Jackie’s pulse matched her partner’s, the moment she had waited her whole life for finally within reach. She kept glancing at Pierce, trying to gauge his reactions. As far as she could tell, he was as ready as she was, showing no signs of nervousness or doubt.
“No worries. You’ll find our process very welcoming to newcomers. Our staff will walk you through the ropes before leaving the two of you to your own devices in the privacy of your room.” The receptionist pressed a button on a pager. A minute later, two female nurses walked into the lobby through one of the hallways, their pumps clacking on the tile floor. “Serena and Anastasia will be your guides.”
“Welcome to Luca Gardens. I can take your partner for you.” Anastasia held her hand out for Pierce to step onto, but Jackie recoiled, bringing him closer to her chest.
“You’re separating us?” Jackie took a step back, unsure about handing her boyfriend over to a giant stranger. They were here to become closer than ever before; so, why were they about to tear them apart?
“For but a moment,” Serena said, taking two steps towards Jackie. “We each need to prepare you both, and it is simpler to do so separately.”
“It’s going to be okay, Jackie.” Pierce turned around and looked up at her, offering her a reassuring smile. “We’ll only be apart for a couple minutes, and then there’ll be nothing that can pull us away from each other.”
The worry lifted from Jackie’s face, she returning her lover’s smile. He was serious. He was really going to let her swallow him. Jackie couldn’t turn back now, not when she was so close. Spending a few minutes alone with a strange big was worth it to fulfill her dream. She stretched out her hand, joining it with Anastasia’s and allowing Pierce to walk across the gap between their fingers.
“You will be following me, Jackie,” Serena said, leading the larger twin opposite the direction Anastasia was carrying her Pierce. “Anastasia is taking Pierce directly to your suite. His role doesn’t require as many preparations. We will be making a quick stop in the lab to administer the digestion stopping pill and run a few routine tests.”
Serena led Jackie into a small room filled with equipment and told her to sit down on an examination table. The nurse wasted no time measuring Jackie’s heartbeat, taking her blood pressure, checking her pupil dilation, placing a depressor on her tongue, checking her gums and frenulum, and feeling the outside of her gut. “Have you eaten anything in the past two hours?”
“Just breath mints.” Jackie struggled retaining eye contact with the nurse, preferring to look at her Pierceless hands fidgeting with nothing to hold onto.
“How considerate. It shouldn’t matter either way. Some patients report discomfort if they have eaten beforehand, but most keep their stomachs empty to better feel their partner inside them.” Just her words sent Jackie’s heart racing. Pierce was going to be inside her. She was going to feel his plump bod crawling around her gut. Her mouth watered at the thought.
After completing the physical, Serena approached a locked cabinet. She inputted a code into a keypad and inserted a physical key strapped to a belt loop into the lock, opening the cabinet and removing from it a single pill the size of a peanut M&M. “Open wide.”
Serena placed the pill on Jackie’s tongue and watched her swallow it, afterwards checking inside her mouth to ensure she had taken it. “The drug will take ten minutes to achieve the desired effect. Until then we will be running one last test.” Serena pulled out a short, flexible wand with an oblong metal end. The rounded metal end was two inches tall and one inch thick. Green and red lights blinked on it, and with a press of a button, the end fell out of the wand, connected to it via a thin line like a bobber to a fishing rod. “You will be swallowing this sensor which serves two purposes. First, the sensor detects the acidity level within your stomach. In rare cases, the drug may take longer than ten minutes to sterilize your gastric acid and a few patients are outright immune to it, so we need to determine your stomach’s safety before we can proceed. The sensor’s other purpose is in swallowing it. The dimensions are such that if you can swallow it whole, then you will have no issue swallowing your partner. Stick your tongue out.”
Jackie complied, and Serena lowered the sensor onto the tensile muscle. “Do not be alarmed if you cannot swallow it on your first go. That is normal for beginners, and you may use as much of this time as needed practicing. We cannot let you into your suite until you have shown that you are capable of-”
Gulp!
Jackie got it down in one go, the string unreeling from the rod as the sensor descended through her esophagus. She had been practicing for this since a young age and was secretly proud of her deep throat. Jackie could swallow soft boiled eggs whole without gagging; a tiny, or a tiny-sized sensor, wasn’t even a challenge.
“Very good. You’re a natural.” Serena handed the wand to Jackie and stepped over to a monitor sitting on her work desk. Jackie couldn’t parse the information on the screen, but she assumed it was the data sent from the sensor inside her.
“Are immunity cases common?” Jackie asked. She hadn't considered the possibility the drug wouldn't work on her. She waited for this day for so long, the thought of her body betraying her greatest desire formed a pit in her stomach.
“Not at all, but they do happen. If there are any complications, it is usually that your body simply needs a higher dosage. We can give you another pill in that instance and you should be fine, though the more you take increases your likelihood of experiencing side effects. Dizziness, nausea, fatigue, nothing serious. And don't fret for your partner. You two will be closely monitored, so in the unlikely case that the drug wears off faster than expected, we will know long enough beforehand to safely extract him.” Serena typed away at her keyboard, filling out some sort of report while glancing at the readings. Jackie had no way of knowing it the drug was working, and she felt awkward having the sensor’s string lead up her throat and hang off her lip.
The ten minutes went by agonizingly slow. Fortunately for Jackie, Serena did not attempt to engage in small talk, instead burying her face in the monitor. The larger twin kept her thoughts trained on Pierce. She wondered what the other nurse was putting him through, if he felt as uncomfortable as she currently did. But she also wondered if he was as excited as she was. The anticipation reached a boiling point inside her. All this time away from Pierce deepened the yearning she had to devour him, to make him a part of her. Jackie rubbed her belly, a dribble of drool escaping her lip where the string pushed it down.
“Alright. Everything is in the clear. No hiccups on our end. Your stomach is now as safe as a public swimming pool.” At the ten minute mark, Serena got out of her chair and walked over to Jackie. She grabbed the wand from her and pressed a button on it. “I am retrieving the sensor now. You might feel a slight discomfort as I reel it out. Gagging is a perfectly natural response.”
The sensor rose out of Jackie's stomach and pushed itself through the sphincter leading to the esophagus, gently traveling up Jackie's gullet. It certainly felt odd crawling up her throat, like she was throwing up in slow motion, but Jackie didn't gag once. She opened her mouth wide and waited as the sensor surfaced, the device falling onto the base of her tongue and sliding off it into the outside world.
“Very good. You are all set.” Serena wiped off the sensor and placed the wand in a nearby sink. “Allow me to show you to your room. Your partner will be waiting for you there.”
Jackie followed the nurse out of the lab and down the hall in the direction Anastasia had taken Pierce. “Your partner's vitals will be closely monitored by us, and the sensor he will be wearing around his wrist will give us data regarding your current acidity levels. If any issues arise, we will know before either of you do and act accordingly. You may also contact us at any point through a control panel on the nightstand. Your partner can do the same through his wrist monitor.
“However, there are no video feeds within the suite. We will not be watching or listening in on you in respect for your privacy. So please, get comfortable and enjoy yourselves. We will page you when your time slot is coming to an end, and provide you with medication to help you regurgitate your partner.” After a short walk, the two women reached the door to Jackie's suite, Serena opening the door for the twin. “Other than that, I hope you both have fun. Most of our clientele walk away beyond satisfied with their experience. Happy eating.”
Unlike the rest of the building, the suite's interior greatly resembled an actual hotel room. Two beds separated by a nightstand faced a TV atop a dresser. There was a table in the corner and a bathroom complete with a sink, toilet, and shower near the entrance.
Jackie walked into the room, Serena closing the door behind her, and searched for her boyfriend, her eyes locking onto an orange rectangle lying on one of the beds. It was the packaging of a Reese's cup. Though on closer inspection, the logo was taped over, and “Pierce’s” was written in its place with permanent marker. With a raised eyebrow, Jackie picked up the candy treat and examined its packaging, noting that one end was taped shut with enough opening on the sides to allow air to go into the wrapper. Her mouth watering and her curiosity piqued, Jackie tore it open, finding an appetizing morsel hidden inside.
“Ta-da!” Pierce lied in the middle of the brown paper cup, waving his arms and grinning like a madman. He was buck naked save for the smart watch wrapped tightly around his wrist.
Jackie covered her laughing mouth with her free hand. “You dork. What's with all this?”
“I called the hotel ahead of time to set it up. I needed to make sure I was dressed appropriately for the occasion.” Pierce sat up and raised his arms so Jackie could hook her fingers under them. She lifted him out of the wrapper and into her waiting lips, the faint smell of chocolate wafting up her nostrils as she kissed him.
“That's so silly. You're the best, babe.” The separation anxiety plaguing her a moment ago vanished in an instant. Jackie tossed the candy wrapper aside and returned its former contents to the mattress. “I suppose I ought to get changed myself. You want to watch me take my wrapper off?” Pierce nodded with the ferocity of a bobble-head.
Smirking, Jackie flung her beanie and jacket onto the bed behind her. She grabbed her shirt from the bottom and pulled it over head, Pierce tracing her curves with his gaze as her midriff and chest entered into view. Once that was off, Jackie got an eye full of her lover, his stare unyielding and his girth twitching, before she turned around.
Distracted by the moon hanging in the sky, Pierce failed to recognize the ample satellite was crashing into Earth. The next thing he knew, Pierce was flying half a foot into air, Jackie having hopped onto the bed behind him, sending her lover skybound. Pierce landed in the gap between his giant lover's denim-clad thighs, staring up at her gorgeous face. As much as she adored the attention, Jackie raised her chin in a quick nod, gesturing for him to look the other way. Complying, Pierce was met with the sight of Jackie's boot resting on the edge of the bed as she untied her laces. She could practically see him salivating as she slipped her foot out from its leather confines. After kicking the boot away, she pinched the toe end of her sock and peeled it off her foot, setting her heel down on the edge of the mattress and taking a moment to wiggle her toes through the fresh air.
Pierce was positioned on all fours, his panting face pointed at her foot like a bloodhound. Jackie couldn’t help but chuckle at his member stiffening between his legs, her man so easy to please. She repeated the process with her other foot, resting it on the edge and wiggling both sets of toes. She burst out laughing watching Pierce pivot back and forth between her feet, unable to keep them both in his sights at once.
After giving her lover enough of a show, Jackie transitioned to Act 2. She stood up between the beds, still facing away from Pierce, and undid the zipper on her jeans. Hooking her thumbs into either sides of her waistband, she slid her jeans off her supple rear, swinging her hips from side to side as she did so. The hypnotic sway of her ass mesmerized the tiny, her jeans revealing more skin by the inch as she lowered them in rhythmic spurts. When she turned back around, Jackie was delighted to see her lover's manhood standing at full-mast.
“God, you look good enough to eat,” she said, licking her lips. The hungry, lascivious glare she shot him gave the tiny goosebumps.
“It's a shame I won't be able to see you like this from the inside.” Pierce took mental photographs of the half-naked giantess, detailing down to the pores of her skin as if this was the first and last time he'd get a glimpse of such beauty.
Jackie knelt down beside the bed and rested her chin at her boyfriend’s feet, her soft smile overtaking his horizon. “Look at it this way. Where you're going, you'll see and touch a part of me that no one else ever will. My stomach is reserved solely for you.” She licked her lips again, her humid breath slipping through and striking Pierce. She spoke her next words in a husky whisper. “I've never seen a meal look more appetizing than you. I can hardly contain myself. I could just inhale you right now, but I want to savor this moment.” Her tongue stretched out and lapped Pierce from belly to face, leaving a foreboding trail of saliva in its wake. Jackie's eyes rolled back as she purred, Pierce's flavor lighting her taste buds on fire. “I read online that tinies get tastier the hornier they get. I'm going to make sure I consume you at your most flavorful.”
Are you sure it's not the hornier you get? Pierce had skimmed through one of the voraphile blogs Jackie frequents, and the amount of fetishistic rumors they spread as fact was a touch concerning. But Jackie could usually tell the fun ones apart from the harmful lies, and Pierce always played along to make her happy. Because hey, if Jackie believed a striptease would make him tastier, then who was he to complain.
Jackie stood up straight, towering over the two-inch man on the bed, and reached behind her back. The sound of tearing velcro signaled the dropping of the breasts, Jackie's boobs bursting with energy as they bounced to their newfound freedom; Pierce's head bobbed as he followed their movements studiously.
Then, Jackie bent forward, her tummy folding on itself just beneath her hanging breasts, and pulled her panties down her supple thighs. Her lower lips were already wetter than the ones she kept licking, anticipation building for the evening's main course.
Now that she was fully nude, Jackie laid down on her side along the length of the bed, sandwiching Pierce between her body and the edge of the mattress. Her tummy rose before him like a soft, round wall, the giant looking down on him from her position at the foot of the bed. Despite being so close to her lover, her head and feet felt so distant, her body forming an insurmountable barrier for the tiny man.
“Entranced?” Jackie asked, noticing Pierce staring a hole into her navel. She brought a hand over the wall of tummy and rubbed her stomach. “Only a moment longer, and you'll be on the other side.” After letting her lover’s gaze linger a while longer, Jackie stopped rubbing and sat up, knocking Pierce off balance as she shifted her weight. The mattress moved beneath him like a rumbling tectonic plate. “But before that, I like to play with my food.”
Sitting upright, Jackie's thighs barricaded Pierce on either side. Her torso stretched up like a curvaceous tower, and her drenched pussy made for a most welcoming front door, the tangy scent of her arousal practically carrying Pierce towards it.
“How should I play along?” Pierce asked. “Willing or Unwilling?”
“Oh, a game of cat and mouse sounds so exhilarating! But this is a special occasion. I want you to want this as much as I do.” Jackie smirked, noticing her little man inching closer towards her crotch. “And as much I would love to feel your hands, feet, and tongue all over my pussy …” Jackie pinched Pierce between her fingers and lifted him up to her other set of lips, pelting him with hot, muggy breaths. “... I'd hate to overpower your flavor with my own. Fortunately, there’s so much of me for you to play with; I’m sure we can make this work. For example, I caught you staring just now, and I must say, I’m intrigued.”
Jackie lowered Pierce past her naked rack and held him against her belly button. She positioned him so that his erection slotted into the underside of the upper rim, and jerked him in and out of her navel. But before long, she stopped, Pierce humping her belly button of his own volition.
“Ha ha ha! That tickles!” Jackie's gut jutted out and retracted on beat to her laughter, furthering the pleasure Pierce received from ramming his rod into his girlfriend’s giant navel. The gurgling from Jackie's empty stomach provided the soundtrack for his tummy job. Part of him wished to be swallowed up by the shallow crater instead, a one way express trip to his lover's stomach. But before he could release, he found himself pulled higher into the air, Jackie ready for another game.
“I like my meat nice and tender. It doesn't matter if I'm swallowing you whole, I want you to fall off the bone.” Jackie dropped her man onto her chest, catching him with her cleavage. She filled her hands with either tit and squeezed them together, burying Pierce in her embrace and mashing him with her chest beefers. Surrounded on all sides by fat and flesh, Pierce lost himself in his lover's chest, unable to move save for his stiffening erection and unable to see beyond the skintone curtain consuming him. Jackie kneaded her tits together, showing her boyfriend no mercy as she softened his body and hardened his boner. She ground her tits so hard into him that every shift knocked his tiny frame upward, sending him out far enough from between the massive mounds for him to crawl out of her cleavage and position himself atop her boob.
With the skill of an acrobat and the grace of a drunken hobo, Pierce tumbled down his girlfriend’s bountiful slope. Jackie caught him with her open palm just as he flew over her nipple and brought him in close to her breast. But before she had the chance to apologize, Jackie's lover threw himself onto her nipple and sucked on her erect nub, eliciting a sharp yelp from the giant woman. Pierce kept at it, kissing and licking the sensitive skin of that round, pink cap, and lighting off fireworks across Jackie's nervous system. Jackie struggled to hold her hand steady, her breasts jiggling with every moan erupting from her. As much as he enjoyed the overwhelming power his giant girlfriend held over him, Pierce felt a devious pride in satisfying her weak spots, reducing her gigantic figure to putty in his hands. Or in this case, mouth.
“Pierce! Baby! I can't, I can't take it anymore.” Before her lover took her too far, Jackie pulled Pierce away from her chest and up to her mouth. Her tongue rolled out like a bumpy, pink carpet and smothered her snack from his ankles, up his calves and thighs, over the girth protruding from his crotch, across his thick tummy, over his chest, and finished by lathering his face in her passionate love, leaving a trail of spit connecting his forehead to the tip of her tongue. “I need you inside me. To become a part of me.” She licked him again, moaning as she savored his peerless flavor. “But I need to be certain: are you ready? Are you positively sure you can go through with this?” She continued licking him between her questions, giving Pierce the impression she wasn't taking “no” for an answer. “It's not too late to cancel. It's not too late to back down. I won't judge you. I understand, but God I need this so bad.” Every word she spoke was punctuated with a gasp, Jackie fighting the urge to take what was hers then and there.
Pierce knew his answer. He knew she was wrong, that it was too late to back down. He knew she was lying, that she'd be devastated if he pulled out at the last second. He knew that if he couldn't do this for her, then their relationship was doomed. What kind of boyfriend can't provide for his partner, especially after everything she's done for him? “I'm ready. I'm yours, babe, and I'll go wherever you take me.”
The lights went out. One moment, Pierce was in his girlfriend’s hand, the temperate hotel room air nipping at his spit-soaked skin. The next, he was staring up at Jackie's hard palate, lying on her moist tongue as her pillowy lips sealed shut behind his head. He felt her tongue roll beneath her, the bumpy taste buds spreading out across every delicious millimeter to draw out his appetizing essence. The air inside her mouth was stuffy, humid, and reeked of mint. As much as Pierce appreciated the efforts she went to make him comfortable, he made a mental note to inform her that he actually preferred the natural stink of her breath.
Viscous saliva pooled around Pierce, dripping out of Jackie's gums and welling up from beneath her tongue. Her expansive pink muscle rose steadily, pressing the tiny's torso against the roof of her mouth, the tip of his erection coursing along the midline of her soft palate. Her tongue caressed him gentler than normal, Jackie concentrating on making this moment last a lifetime. Her constant moaning rattled Pierce's world, shaking the bed beneath him and roof blanketing him. Far below, Jackie fiddled her clit, the ecstasy traveling through her the greatest rush she ever experienced.
Jackie had to fight against her conditioning, reminding herself that she could finally swallow the man in her mouth. She tilted her head back and let him slide closer to her throat. As her tongue lowered, Pierce made the mistake of looking down his body towards the back of Jackie's mouth. Her uvula hung ominously over his feet, a hanging sign warning travelers not to pass through the red, veiny gates. Said gates led to a black abyss, a dark pit from which there was no return. The thought of losing himself amongst the darkness, of entombing himself within Jackie's guts, of melting in a mire of misery, alone in alien territory, a world no living creature is meant to inhabit, corrupted his psyche and shattered his resolve.
Pierce closed his eyes, but the nightmares didn't go away. He choked up, his own throat closing in response to wanting Jackie's to. He struggled to breathe. He struggled to think straight. Oxygen wasn't going to his brain. He had to get out of there. Jackie’s moaning deafened him. He had to back out. It wasn't too late. He couldn't handle it after all. All the nerves, all the stress, all the anxiety he repressed, that he thought he moved past, swelled up in one final assault against his resolve.
His waist lied below her uvula, his feet dangling off the edge. His heartbeat was so loud, he feared it might burst his eardrums. This was his last chance. He had to tell her he couldn't do it. He had to let her know he wasn't ready after all. He had enough air in his lungs for a few words and even less time to speak them. He had to choose them wisely, or regret them for the rest of his life.
“Jackie! I love you!”
Gulp!
Jackie held one hand to her clit and the other to her throat, tracing the path Pierce took towards her stomach. She couldn't say anything with her throat full, save for the ceaseless moaning and purring, but she heard her boyfriend’s “last words.” They brought tears to her eyes.
Pierce opened his eyes, though his view didn't change. He couldn't see the wet wall of tissue a centimeter in front of him, his body eclipsed in darkness. His arms were pinned to his sides, and his heart rate remained heightened. But he could breathe again.
He did it. He made it past the first gate, and now there was no going back. He kept breathing. He felt himself descend, inching down the narrow esophagus. The sensation wasn't what he expected. It wasn't like a rushing waterslide; his descent was slow, incremental. Jackie had to swallow again to pull him further within her. He wasn't as thick as a soft-boiled egg, but he took more effort to choke down than a gummy bear. And that struggle exhilarated her. Every swallow resulted in another moan traveling up her throat, filling Pierce's ears and rattling his bones.
Pierce's breathing slowed as his senses recovered. His eyes adjusted to the dark, the scant light traveling through Jackie's body illuminating the veins in her inner flesh. His pulse remained heightened though as Jackie's heartbeat pounded in his ears. Pierce reached the inside of her chest, the increasing volume of Jackie's pulse his only sign of his whereabouts in her esophagus. He couldn't move anything between his waist and neck, Jackie wrapping him in the tightest hug she could give her little guy. His dick rubbed against her gullet as he fell, the stimulation bringing it back to half-mast after the panic attack softened it.
As Pierce fell past her larynx, Jackie could speak once again. “Pierce, can you hear me?” Her fingers never left Pierce's side, tracing his path beyond her collarbone and into her cleavage.
Her words echoed in Pierce's ears. It was like he was wearing headphones, her voice resonating through her body directly into his. “I can! Can you hear me?”
Pierce's voice rang through her inner ear. It sounded deeper than it really was, like the inverse of hearing a recording of one's own voice. “I do. I love you too.”
Any lingering fears vanished from Pierce's mind, assured he made the right decision by the words traveling directly into his heart. His feet touched the sphincter leading to the stomach, the puckered muscle retracting to let Jackie’s guest of honor through. With a plop, Pierce made it out of the confines of Jackie’s food pipe and into the open cavern of her stomach. An underground lake of acid was there to greet him, the balmy waters hot to the touch but otherwise rendered harmless by the Vore Drug.
Pierce couldn’t believe his eyes looking around the sinewy walls surrounding him. He truly landed on an, or rather, in an alien world. The curdled tissue lining Jackie’s insides undulated and oscillated, producing a constant gurgling that eventually melted into white noise. The smell of mint was left behind in the back of the throat, an acrid, sulfuric stench filling Pierce’s nostrils. Awe struck the tiny man. He had to remind himself he was within a human being, another person, his loving girlfriend.
On the outside, Jackie clutched her stomach, euphoria springing forth from her belly. “Oh my God! I can feel you in there.”
Pierce stood up in the shallow pool and walked around. The floor felt like walking on a pile of wet blankets, giving and sinking under the pressure of the tiny’s footsteps. He walked until he came across a sphincter in the ground and decided to steer clear from it, remembering the nurse Anastasia’s advice.
Past the stomach and into the intestines, a tiny spelunker was safe as long as the drug was still in effect, and at a certain point, they became physically safe regardless. However, full tours are recommended for only the boldest of tinies and certainly not for one’s first trip inside their partner. The pair’s allotted time frame within the suite finished before the digestion process naturally pushed the stomach’s contents to the next phase, so as long as one steered clear of the lower sphincter, they had no need to worry about winding up in the intestines. In the worst case scenario, Pierce simply had to notify a hotel staffer through his smart watch, and they would extract him safely using the necessary equipment.
“Is this everything you dreamed of?” Pierce asked. He felt the need to shout inside Jackie’s stomach to make sure his voice resonated far enough to reach her eardrums.
“Better. So much better. I can feel you walking around inside me. Your little footsteps. Holy hell, you’re actually inside me!” Jackie fell back onto the bed and stuffed her fingers into her snatch. It didn’t seem real to have her entire boyfriend within her. This wasn’t the same as vaginal sex, as much as she enjoyed that with Pierce, where he was always only a few inches away from the exit. Right now, Pierce was deep inside her. He was truly one with her in a way not even her wettest dreams could live up to. Him walking around in her stomach, the fresh memories of him filling her throat, his aftertaste lingering on her tongue, it all sent her over the edge.
Inside, Pierce plummeted through the air as the wall became the floor and vice versa. The sterilized acid crashed upon him like a tidal wave as Jackie laid herself flat on her back. As the waters settled around Pierce, they rippled to the rhythm of Jackie’s bucking, the giant woman fingering herself. She felt her man rattle inside her like a pinball and imagined what it was like for him within her stomach. The thought flooded her love canal with femcum.
Craving more of her lover’s movement within her, Jackie rolled around on the bed, performing full rotations from one end of the mattress to the other. Up was down, left became right, and Pierce lost himself in the rinse cycle of gastric acids. He bounded across the soft, sinewy walls like he was trapped in a bouncy castle in the middle of a raging tornado. Jackie continued rolling until she heard the screams emanating throughout her body, halting the instant they hit her ears.
“Are you alright in there? Am I being too rough?”
“Woo!” Pierce shot up to the surface with arms outstretched, pumping his fists into the air. He collapsed and floated on his back, catching his breath with the sweetly scented air. Jackie’s natural odor corrupted his tastes, the tiny unable to get enough of her. “Not at all! You’re ruining water parks for me.” If rushing rapids weren’t exhilarating enough, the boisterous laughing and moaning resounding through every giant fiber of every giant muscle filled Pierce’s heart with joy.
Her lover’s enthusiasm sent a wave of emotion through Jackie, pushing tears out of her sockets. She pulled her hand out from her nethers, quickly wiped off the tears, and stood up on the bed. “Oh yeah? Then you better strap in!” Jackie hopped up and down on the mattress, holding her belly as her stomach shook inside.
Pierce got jumbled in seconds. It was like he was on a malfunctioning drop tower ricocheting up and down at top speeds. In the splash zone. His girlfriend’s bouncing was so intense from within, the tiny could no longer feel the effects of gravity, his body reaching terminal velocity as he pinballed between the floor and roof of his partner’s stomach. Jackie’s gut beat out any bog-standard trampoline, and Pierce found he preferred himself shaken even more than stirred.
Eventually, Jackie kicked her legs up and landed on her back, reveling in her boyfriend still bounding around from the inertia. She patted her belly and waited for him to settle down, returning one hand to her crotch. When Pierce finally stopped, he took a short breather and got his bearings.
“Hoo! Okay, I’m back.” Pierce looked around the gurgling cavern and felt the ripples in the acid, the telltale sign his girl was still enjoying herself. “Is there anything you’d like me to do in here? Can I give you a massage?”
“Ooh, yes please! Do that.” At his girlfriend’s behest, Pierce walked over to the nearest coastline and sunk his hands into the moist, organic tissue. The stomach proved extremely malleable even for the tiny’s puny hands, and Pierce felt the ripples at his waist intensify, the guttural moaning that followed a sign he was doing something right. Pierce walked along the edge of the pool, grabbing and groping as he went, amazed by how much he could please Jackie from within. “Baby, what you are doing in there is fantastic. This whole trip has blown me away. I love you. Ooh, Christ, I love you! I think I’m about to cum! And you? Are you hard in there?”
Pierce stopped massaging and scratched his head. “To tell the truth, it’s tough keeping it up in the middle of a human hurricane. Should I try to-”
“Yes! Oh God, yes! Stroke it, baby. Get hard for me. I want you to cum when I do.” Pierce sat against the stomach wall and followed his girlfriend’s commands, wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft and jerking himself off. He closed his eyes and pictured his girlfriend lying naked on the hotel room bed, masturbating with him inside her. “Keep at it. Go on. I’m almost there. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
Once he got his manhood standing again, Pierce turned around and grinded against the bumpy sinew, the stomach lining not all too dissimilar from the interior of Jackie’s vagina. “Oh my God! Whatever you’re doing, it’s incredible! Don’t stop, baby. I’m almost there. I’m almost-!” With his girlfriend’s encouragement ringing through both their bodies, Pierce unloaded into the fleshy wall, leading Jackie to the most intense orgasm of her life.
“Aaaaah!” Jackie’s cum blew past her fingers, herself riding the high brought about by her scrumptious meal. She let her passion pump out of her and rested a hand on her tummy, grateful to be alive in an era where all this was possible with a man willing to accommodate her wild fantasies. As euphoria overtook her senses, Jackie began sobbing, clutching her stomach. “Thank you. Thank you for doing this for me. I love you. I love you so much!”
Pierce fell backward into the pool and floated along its calm currents, completely spent. “I love you too. I’m sorry we didn’t do this sooner. If I knew how much fun it was in here, how happy this makes you, I wouldn’t have pussied out last time.”
Jackie patted her belly, laughter mixing in with her joyful crying. “It’s okay. You had every right to be afraid. But I’m so, so glad you took the plunge. The buildup was worth it, and now I’ll never forget this day for as long as I live.”
“It won’t be the last, I promise you that. Once I’ve graduated and nabbed a job repairing computers in some big’s office, I’ll take you here every week.” Pierce shot her a thumbs up. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see it.
“I’d love that. And I’ll buy you every shoe in the store. I’ll fill my whole closet with moccasins.” Jackie laid there and savored the moment, reflecting on the memories they made so as to never forget them.
******
“Blegh!” Jackie stood hunched over the suite’s bathroom sink, letting the last of the flavorless bile leave her mouth. Pierce sat in her hand, soaked in the translucent muck. As promised, the hotel staff provided the woman with a pill to help her regurgitate her lover, Jackie’s gag reflex harder to trigger on her own. She was wearing a white bathrobe provided by the hotel with the Beanstalk logo sewn into the breast, having tied its belt loosely around her waist and giving her boyfriend quite the view from her palm. “Happy to be back on the outside?”
“For sure. As much fun as I had in there, it doesn’t compare to seeing you again.”
“Aw, how sweet,” Jackie said teasingly. “I’m sure you’re ready to get that gunk off you.” She held her boyfriend under the faucet and turned on a warm stream of water, rinsing her bile off him. Using her fingers, she scrubbed him down, feeling up every bit of her puny man. The sensation of him traveling down her throat and inhabiting her stomach still resided in the front of her brain, and her mouth watered for the next chance she’d have to devour him, whenever that may come.
Once her boyfriend was cleaned up, Jackie carried him to the main room where their clothes were. “You want to point me to where they placed your stuff, or should I put you back in the Reese’s wrapper?”
“My clothes are on the dresser beside the TV. While the wrapper does compliment my style, it’s too cold to wear that outside.”
“Very well.” Jackie set him on top of the dresser. “Get changed and I’ll put you back in my boot.”
“Actually …” Pierce rubbed the back of his neck and blushed. “Could you carry me home in your hand? I feel closer to you that way.”
Jackie stared at him for a second before her lips curled up into a warm grin. Their hearts beat as one, syncing up when Pierce passed through her chest and never once outpacing the other. “Sure, I can do that.”