“Dude, I’m telling you… no, no… I’m telling you… she wasn’t into you.” Ryan said, playfully shoving his friend Jack who was leaning heavily on him as they clumsily staggered up the front walkway towards the large ranch style house.
“No, no, no, see, you just don’t understand women like I do.” Jack replied, stumbling forward slightly as Ryan shook off his bear hug. Jack grinned wildly as he spun on his heels, putting up his fists in a boxer’s stance and throwing a couple of fake jabs in his friend’s direction. Ryan chuckled and began to swing one of the two cases of beer he was carrying in Jack’s direction.
“Bro, she works in customer service, it’s literally her job to be nice to jackasses like you.” He said, swiping towards Jack’s head with the beer, though slowly enough to allow the taller man to easily sidestep the attack. As the pair playful fought with one another, they rounded the corner of the garage to find their friend Ben sitting on the front porch, gently rocking back and forth on a porch swing.
“HEY! That’s alcohol abuse!” Ben shouted sarcastically over the music blaring on his small personal speaker.. He raised his large glass of vodka soda to cheers his two best friends, receiving back an excited “Heyyyyyyyy” from Ryan and a pair of middle fingers from Jack. Ben chuckled and stood up from the swing, joining Ryan and Jack in a bit of dancing as they stepped up onto the porch with him. He gave each of them a big, tight bear hug as they began to laugh and joke around with each other.
“What’s up motherfucker?” Jack said, reaching out to grab the large metal cup out of Ben’s hand and stealing a large gulp without even bothering to figure out what it was. *Cough* *Cough* “Jesus Christ dude, that shit tastes like straight ass. How fucked up are you right now?” Ben smirked his signature boozy smile as he held up a shaka sign in one hand. Jack just laughed and shook his head, going in for another drink of the overly strong drink. “Well fuck me, guess we gotta catch up.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Ryan said, setting the two thirty racks on the porch before he began to tear into one in an effort to retrieve a beer for himself. However, Ben quickly snatched his own drink back and waved Ben off before grabbing his portable speaker.
“Nah, hold on. Come inside, You guys gotta see what my dad did with the basement.” Ben said, ushering his friends towards the front door of his parent’s house. However, as he stepped forward to put his hand on the doorknob, the college senior was met with nothing but a slight jiggle. “Ohhh fuuuuccccckkkkk.” His head fell back and his shoulder’s sank as he let out an annoyed groan. They were locked out.
“What? Shit, the doors locked?” Jack asked. Ben nodded and began to rub the bridge of his nose, annoyed with this minor inconvenience. Ryan just shrugged his shoulders and proceeded with tearing out a beer for himself and Jack.
“GOD! Fucking Kristen…” Ben muttered. His step mom had left the house while he was still sitting on the porch and she must’ve locked the damn door behind her. Thankfully however, he still had a way inside. “Hold on…” Ben said. Jack and Ryan watched, slowly sipping their own beers as Ben began to move the small table that was next to the swing. He had to step up onto the small table in order to gently slide open the half window beside the door. After a couple of minutes of awkwardly squirming more and more of his body through the narrow gap of the window, Ben finally managed to get his arm far enough inside the window to swing the long curtain pull string towards the interior doorknob. It took several tries, but eventually he managed to loop the string around the side of the handle. Slowly and carefully he began to tug on the string until the knob began to slowly turn. Finally all three of them heard the click of the latch opening, allowing Jack to finally open the door from outside.
“Boom! We’re in!” Jack said eagerly, pushing open the door and proceeding into the foyer. Ryan, being the more courteous of the pair, stopped to assist Ben with sliding back out of the tight window frame. By the time that Ben and Ryan were walking into the foyer, Jack had already proceeded into the short hallway that led into the kitchen. Ryan trotted along behind his friend, clumsily bumping into him as a flashing light caught Ben’s attention.
“Oh, crap. Hold on, I gotta-”
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
A loud, ear piercing alarm began to ring throughout the house, causing all three men to buckle over and cover their ears in a desperate attempt to shield their eardrums from harm. In a matter of seconds, each of them was overcome with a wave of nausea before they began to fall unconscious, one after the other. Jack was the first to wake up, slowly rising to his feet as he contended with a painful, splitting headache. As his sense returned, Jack slowly pieced together the oddity of his new surroundings. The floor beneath him was cold and remarkably familiar, however vast, barren flatland stretched out in every direction.
“What the? Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Jack shouted as he finally came to the conclusion that he was shrunken in Ben’s house. He looked around in every direction, realizing that he was alone here in the hallway. Phone. He had a phone! Jack quickly began digging through his pockets to retrieve his cell, unlocking the device to find that it thankfully still had power. He quickly began to dial Ben’s cell. With any luck, the other two had avoided the same fate and could help him get back to normal here soon. As he started to dial the number, Jack realized that while it seemed to be functioning normally, his phone no longer had any reception. Just to be sure, he went through with the call, but his fears were quickly confirmed when the call failed to complete. “Fuck. Fucking bullshit.” The miniature man muttered as he began to job backwards towards the foyer.
It took nearly ten minutes before he saw Ben and Ryan emerging from the foyer. His heart sank as he watched the similarly shrunken pair of men enter the hallway, walking directly towards him. Jack began to shout angrily at his host as they converged on each other.
“What the fuck man?!” Jack shouted. “What is this shit?”
“You didn’t give me a chance to deactivate the security system. You get fifteen seconds to disable the alarm but if it detects someone going into the house too far, then it goes off automatically.” Ben explained, somewhat annoyed with his friend. Jack threw up his hands and shook his head.
“Well how the fuck was I supposed to know?” Ben wanted to continue to argue, but Jack had a point. But in his defense, he had been home all day, he didn't know that Kristen had activated the damn thing.
“Guys relax. Let’s just focus on getting back to normal.” Ryan interjected. Jack scoffed and held up his phone.
“Great idea, but my phone doesn’t have any service. We can’t call for help.”
“Yeah, shrunken devices operate on a different bandwidth than normal phones and the security system dampens that wavelength. We can send texts to the app, but it’s only going to go to my phone, my dad’s or my step-mom’s as long as they’re connected to the wifi.” Ben explained. Jack let out another irritated sigh.
“Well that’s fucking stupid.”
“Relax, we just need to get to the main access panel in the kitchen. We can unshrink ourselves from there.” Ben said, pushing past Jack and waving for them to follow. Jack continued to bitch and complain, but as Ryan pushed past him and remained silent, the taller, more muscular man was left with no choice but to follow along. The trio walked the unimaginably long hallway for several hours, stopping periodically to allow Ryan the opportunity to catch his breath. As the initial shock and frustration began to wear off, Jack Ryan and Ben quickly began to get back to their playful, ballbusting selves. Finally, after the sun had long been set and an eerie darkness fell upon the house, the trio of friends finally arrived inside the Smith house kitchen.
“Alright… we made it.” Ben said as they finally rounded the corner into the more wide open space. “Now we just need to climb the cabinets.”
“WHAT?!” Both Ryan and Jack were stunned by the notion of having to free climb their way up what essentially amounted to a goddamn skyscraper. Ben began to laugh to himself and shook his head.
“I’m fucking with you. There’s a lift.” He said, pointing towards a small gap between the refrigerator and the wall of cabinets leading over to the sink. Ben received a painful charlie horse from Ryan for that one, but they quickly began to make their way over to the small, unassuming black metal tower, designed for the sole purpose of allowing accidentally shrunken people access to the alarm’s primary console. When they approached the base of the tower, Ben opened the security app on his phone and entered the password, causing the doors to slide open before the trio stepped inside. The interior of the lift was very simple, a sterile white box with a pair of buttons for “Up” and “Down”. With a single press, the miniature college kids shot rapidly into the air, arriving at the top of the counter in only eight seconds.
“Jesus christ…” Ryan said, tumbling out of the side door of the elevator once they reached the top.
“Tell me about it.” Jack agreed. In reality they hadn’t traveled that far all that fast, but their new size obviously made them a bit more receptive towards these sorts of changes.
“C’mon, it's just over here.” Ben said, motioning his friends towards a small bit of decorative scaffolding sitting just below a large wall mounted panel. Finally, restoration was at hand.
“Thank god… I was getting nervous.” Ryan admitted to Jack as the pair lagged behind Ben who was steadily plodding along towards the panel. Jack smiled and gave Ryan a couple of quick pats on the back.
“Me too man. But now you can say you’ve done it.” They both got a good chuckle out of that. With only another roughly twenty minute walk ahead of them. With the finish line so close by, Jack decided to walk alongside Ryan for this final stretch, seeing that he was clearly at his stamina’s limits and not wanting to leave him behind by himself. With a slight gap between them, a sudden, loud bang could be heard from somewhere else in the house. Everyone froze, looking between themselves as they all came to the sudden realization that they were no longer alone in the house.
“So I dug my key into the mmmm….. Pretty little souped up four wheel….” Emerging from the hallway that had cost the boys several hours of their evening, Ben’s stepmother Kristen entered the kitchen mere moments after entering the house and disabling the alarm system. The massive woman was in her late forties, but as his friend’s had frequently reminded him, Ben’s stepmother was an inexplicably beautiful woman by any standard. Her long black hair cascaded down past her shoulders, swinging from side to side as the giantess swayed gently, staggering into the kitchen, very clearly intoxicated as she mumbled her way through the song she was trying to sing. She was dressed as one would’ve expected from an undeniably beautiful woman who had just spent the night out on the town. She wore a dark red blouse that matched her lipstick with a plunging neckline that exposed plenty of her buxom chest. Largely thanks to her southern american heritage, Kristen boasted a jaw-dropping lower half; her wide hips, thick thighs and round ass all packed tightly into a pair of similarly dark jeans. And despite the fact that Kristen was someone that they knew well, the sheer magnitude of her immense body left the three miniature college buddies in a state of awe-stricken terror.
“GUYS! COME ON!” Ben screamed at his friends, before he began to wave his arms in a frantic attempt to catch Kristen’s attention. “Kristen! KRISTEN!!!”
Unfortunately, it appeared that the giantess was far too distracted by her own sloppy singing to hear Ben’s tiny screams. She staggered forward towards the sink, completely missing the tiny people on her countertop. Kristen haphazardly tossed her clutch up onto the countertop as she leaned forward over the sink, fighting back against a very apparent urge to hurl into the sink. Much to his dismay, Ben found the relatively massive pink purse soaring towards him, threatening to smear him into a bloody paste on the kitchen counter. Jack and Ryan froze in horror as the massive object landed just beyond Ben. As it landed, the impact and its resulting shockwave sent Ben careening forward towards the edge of the counter, just as Kristen began to lean forward, lowering her head towards the sink.
“UUUUGH……UUUUUUUUUGGGHH.” Two loud gags echoed through the kitchen as the giantess fought back against her body’s attempts to flush out some of the self indulgent poison in her stomach. “Fuck…” She spit, completely unaware as her long black hair cascaded down past her shoulders and onto the countertop below, completely engulfing Ben in a forest of silky obsidian locks.
“BEN!” Both Jack and Ryan screamed as they rushed towards their friend, desperate to help aid him from this drunken giantess. However, it appeared that with her attention solely focused on not throwing up, Kristen was finally able to hear the faintest little squeaks coming from somewhere nearby. The colossal woman stood up, turning to face the source of the noise while simultaneously dragging her hair from the counter. Ryan and Jack were dismayed to find that as Kristen turned towards them, Ben could no longer be seen where he was standing just moments before.
“Ohh? Hellllooooooo. Who do we have here?”
Ryan felt his blood run cold as he looked up to find the face of the giantess smiling down at him from above, her bright blue eyes locked onto his position. Thankfully, Jack seemed to be less paralyzed by the sheer terror of the situation as he stepped forward and began to wave his arms over his head.
“Mrs. Smith! Down here! Hey! It’s Jack Waller! We’re-”
“Little robbers in my house?” Kristen said, her voice dripping with a peculiar sultry aggression. Immediately Ryan began to panic. She thought that they were intruders. If she didn’t realize that this was all just a huge misunderstanding then he and Jack were both in serious danger right now. Jack stood his ground, though he was absolutely terrified by this sudden change in circumstances. If she truly thought that they were home invaders, then he needed to avoid doing anything that would make him look suspicious in the slightest, at least until he could get her to take a closer look at him. He just had to hope that she would be able to recognize him somehow.
“Ohhhh, where ya going little guy?” The giantess cooed. Jack spun on his heels to find Ryan sprinting away in the opposite direction, his body now flooded with a rush of adrenaline that would overpower his exhausted muscles for a short time.
“RYAN WAIT!” Jack screamed, watching helplessly as the gargantuan woman simply reached forward, easily plucking Ryan off of the countertop and bringing him closer to her face. The heavyset man squirmed helplessly against the iron grasp of the monolithic homeowner. He was brought before her pillowy, maroon lips and as she spoke, he got a good whiff of the intense alcohol smell on her breath.
“So little one, what brought you into my home tonight? Was it money? Were you trying to steal from me?” Her breath washed over him like a heavy fog, nearly giving him a contact high as he choked on her vodka tainted breath. Between coughs he tried to explain the situation, praying that they could clear up this misunderstanding before things took a turn for the violent.
“YOUR SON! I'M FRIENDS WITH BEN!!!”
Her eyes studied him for a prolonged moment before her lips quickly curled up into a sinister smile. Kristen lowered Ryan until he was hovering mere inches over the chasm of her cleavage created by the tight, burgundy top she was wearing.
“Or were you looking to get your hands on something a bit more… intimate?” She cooed, grinning wickedly down at Jack who was still screaming on the countertop as she teased Ryan’s tiny body against her massive tits. Despite his nervous system being flooded with terror, Ryan couldn’t help his arousal as he was dragged along her soft flesh.
“Mmmmmmmm, what do you think? Am I more than you bargained for? Do you still want a taste?” She teased, dipping Ryan gently between her breasts. The smell of her perfume mixed with the subtle hints of sweat caused by a night of drinking and dancing, creating an intoxicating concoction that caused a sort of short circuit in Ryan’s overwhelmed brain. For a short period of time, despite seeing and hearing everything going on around him, the frazzled man didn’t seem to perceive anything at all. It was as if he were lost in another world.
“I think I want a taste…” Ryan heard the words as the fog began to clear from his mind. As he came to, he let out a shrill, horrified scream as he looked down to find the gaping chasm of Kristen’s mouth looming below him.
“NO! NONONONONO PLEASE!!!” Ryan screamed, begging for mercy from an uncaring goddess. She let out a heavy exhale, her breath wafting up and hitting him like a drunken punch to the chest. Then, without warning, Kirsten released her grip on the miniscule man, allowing him to plummet down into her waiting maw, snapping her jaws shut as she felt him land upon her tongue.
Jack watched in abject horror as the second of his friends disappeared from sight at the hands of this titanic terror.
“C’mon, let’s go somewhere a bit more private.” Kristen said, lowering her hand to the countertop and waiting for Jack to oblige her demand. However the broken tiny simply fell to his knees, feeling defeated and unable to press on.
Kristen furrowed her brow at his refusal to submit, making a mental note to teach this pompous little prick a lesson before the night was over.
“Hey, get your ass moving or else…” The giantess leaned forward and stuck out her tongue, revealing a soaking wet Ryan lying on the center of the fleshy organ. Jack only saw him for a brief moment before her tongue retreated back inside her mouth. “Or else I’m going to swallow him alive and see how far he makes it into my guts.”
Jack quickly scrambled up to his feet and climbed into Kristen’s palm. It was a long shot, but if there was a chance for him to help save his friend, then he was going to do whatever it goddamn took to get it done. Kristen smiled as the miniature man finally submitted to her will. She then spun on her heels and began walking towards her bedroom.
“Kristen! KRISTEN! HEY WAIT!!!” Ben screamed at the top of his lungs, flailing his arms wildly overhead as he attempted to catch his stepmom's attention. However, it seemed as though her attention was firmly caught on his two friends. The small man was unprepared for the giantess to begin moving and found himself getting left behind as she began to reach out towards his friends.
“WAIT! WAIT!!! GUYS!!!” Ben screamed, running as fast as he could and reaching out for his buddies. Unfortunately the giantess’ cascading black hair began to overtake him. He tried his best, sprinting faster than he had ever moved before, but his miniscule legs were simply outpaced by the simple movements of Kristen’s massive body. In a matter of seconds, Ben’s view of the countertop before him was completely obscured by hair, leaving him in a confusing maze of thick black hair.
Ben could feel his body being dragged around by the mass of hair fibers, but the whole ordeal was so disorienting for him that he failed to realize what was happening until he felt the solid ground beneath his feet give way. Ben began to plummet, only managing to stop his descent by clutching onto a single strand of hair mere moments before he fell clear out of the forest of silky vines.
“Jesus Christ!” Ben screamed as he saw his feet now dangling over what appeared to be miles of open air. The shrunken man was now hanging from the end of one of her strands of hair, essentially abseiling down the small of her back. Below him, Ben could see the pronounced curvature of the giantess’ round ass, stuffed into a pair of tight fitting blue jeans. His hands were already beginning to ache as he continued to support all of his body weight with nothing but this natural rope. The choices before him were grim. He could see a slight gap between the waistband of her jeans and the small of her back. However, being trapped in the back of an unaware giantess’ pants was not the most particularly appealing of scenarios. Especially since this one happened to be his goddamned stepmom. Although with the alternative being certain death, it seemed that Ben had very little choice in the matter.
He shut his eyes tight and muttered a silent prayer to any god out there who would listen before relaxing his grip and descending into free fall.
“Fuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk!”
Kristen meandered into the master bedroom, accidentally bumping into the doorframe as she stumbled forward and crashed into the bed. From his position in her closed fist, Jack could hear the giantess giggling fitfully as he felt the world shake around him. Ryan on the other hand, could not have distinguished the cocoon any of ear splitting noise as laughter. From his place pressed between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, Kristen’s giggles seemed like an echoing harold of armageddon, undoubtedly doing irreparable damage to his ear drums.
The giantess rolled onto her side and unfurled her fingers, allowing Jack to plummet from her grasp onto the mattress below. He landed with a soft bounce before quickly clambering up to his feet and turning to face the titanic owner of the house. Looking back over his shoulder, Jack found himself standing not far from the edge of the mattress. In the opposite direction, Kristen’s immense body formed a sort of mountain range that blocked off every avenue of escape aside from leaping off the edge and falling what equated to a half a dozen stories towards the ground.
“Mmmmmmhmhmhmhm.” The giantess let out a muffled laugh as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Lying flattened out on the giantess’ tongue, Jack could see Ryan fighting for survival. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Kristen’s breath washed over Jack as she taunted him with the sight of his battered little friend. Even from where he was, the massive woman’s breath reeked of booze. He simply couldn’t imagine how terrible it must be for Ryan who was actually trapped inside her mouth.
“MRS. SMITH!!!” Jack screamed once again. Goddammit. He thought to himself as Kristen pulled her tongue back into her mouth and Ryan’s body along with it. If he just had some way to get through to her, they could clear up this whole misunderstanding.
“Wait! Fuck!!” Jack began frantically digging around in his pocket, before removing his phone. “YES!” Thankfully the device was still working, so he just had to hope that the app would work the way Ben described it. He began furiously typing away on his phone, sending a text to Ben in the hopes that it would get picked up by the security system. The shrunken man’s breath caught in his chest as he looked up upon hearing the giant woman’s phone let out a short chime.
Holy shit, it worked. It fucking worked! Hang on Ryan!
Kristen maintained intense eye contact with Jack as she began to reach towards her phone. The giantess slid the device off of her nightstand, however, before she even looked at the screen, she gave Jack a sinister smile.
*GULP*
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jack’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as he watched the small bulge that he knew to be Ryan, traveling down the length of her powerful throat. The massive woman licked her lips and let out a satisfied “ahhhhhhhh” before turning her attention to the notification she had just received.
SecuroShrink: New Alert: “Mrs Smith stop! It’s us. Ben’s friends, Jack and Ryan. Please stop”
Kristen’s eyes slowly went wide as her mind grappled with the realization of what was happening. Ben’s friends? They’re here? Fuck, they’re not robbers! Goddammit!
“Ohhhhhh sweetie…” Kristen cooed, licking her finger and lowering it towards Jack’s tiny body. “Come here. I’m so sorry…”
It seemed as though Jack’s plan had worked, albeit just a moment too late. However, he could probably have Kristen go and throw up in the bathroom. There was still hope, he just needed Ry to hang on for a little while longer. He tried typing out another message to Kristen as her massive, saliva coated finger approached him. Thankfully he managed to get the text off before her gargantuan digit slammed into his chest, adhering his body to her finger and inadvertently crushing his phone in the process. The giantess raised her finger up to her face just as the second message pinged her phone.
SecuroShrink: New Alert: “Kristen, please. There’s still time. Go and throw up Ryan, he’s still alive.”
Kristen read the message and gave Jack a slight frown, shaking her head slowly.
“Ohhhh, sweetie, I’m sorry… but, no. No, I'm not going to do that.” Jack’s heart sank as he realized his gambit had failed. She knew about him, about them. But even still, she had no intention of helping them? She was just going to let Ryan die in her stomach, burned alive by her stomach acid? Jesus Christ, what the fuck is she going to do to me?
“I’m sorry little one, but I just can’t have you running around telling people about what happened here tonight.” Kristen explained, lowering the tip of her finger towards her stomach. Jack couldn’t see it, but the giantess grinned a wide smirk as she pressed the tip of her finger firmly into her soft tummy. Jack sank into her flesh, receiving immense pressure from both sides as her finger pushed him inwards as her abdomen muscles tried to push him outwards.
“HELLO? ANYBODY? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? PLEASE! HELP ME!!!” Ryan screamed, struggling to keep his footing inside the confines of his best friend’s stepmom’s stomach. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. How was this real life? Swallowed alive by the woman who used to pick him up from school when all of their friends were getting together for the weekend. This was just some sort of sick twisted nightmare. One that he desperately needed to wake up from right goddamned now.
A sudden pressure from somewhere outside of this dark prison of flesh inadvertently knocked Ryan off of his feet. He tumbled backwards into the warm slurry of rancid slop that was inside of Kristen’s stomach. The air all around him reeked strongly of booze, but there was also an unpleasant mixture of other unidentifiable smells that mixed together to create the pungent stink of bile.
“JACK? JACK PLEASE! I NEED HELP!” Ryan cried out into the darkness. He didn’t know if anyone outside could actually hear him through the wall of muscle and fat. But he didn’t want to just sit here and wait to be digested. How the hell could this be the way he went out? A late night snack for some gigantic bitch. How was this fair?
Ryan could feel himself starting to get dizzy as he continued to huff the boozy atmosphere of Kristen’s belly. With no light to clue him in to his surroundings, Ryan found that it was becoming increasingly more difficult to stand up and get his bearings as his head began to spin.
“Please… somebody…” The tiny man said weakly as he tumbled backwards, sinking down below the lake of stomach acid as he finally succumbed to the giantess’ unstoppable biology.
“Can you hear him in there? Is he screaming for help?” Kristen asked, keeping Jack held in place for a few moments before lifting him back up into the air. Tiny Jack gasped for air as he was removed from his best friend’s step mom’s belly. As he was hoisted high into the air, the tiny man was able to get another look at his surroundings and was horrified to find that Kristen’s free hand was digging into the front of her jeans, clearly trying to play with herself. She was getting off on this, on the thought of killing one of his best fucking friends!
“Mmmmmm let’s get these pants off…” She cooed, reaching down to undo the button on her pants. Realizing that there was no help that was ever going to come from this psychopathic giantess. Jack began to squirm and write around, trying to free himself from the sticky saliva that bound him to Mrs. Smith’s finger. Thankfully, the massive woman was distracted with the inebriated task of stripping out of her overly tight jeans, so she failed to notice when Jack finally ripped his body free. He landed with a thud on the mattress, watching in terror as the massive woman arched her back, lifting her gargantuan glutes off of the bed as she wrestled with the denim that struggled to contain her otherworldly ass.
“Fucking Christ!” Jack screamed as he sprinted towards the edge of the bed. The last thing he wanted was to be crushed like a big under this crazy bitch’s fucking ass.
It was a bit of a struggle in her current state of mind, but Kristen finally managed to wiggle her way out of her jeans. With her pants gone, it was much easier to strip out of her underwear as well, leaving the giantess fully nude from the waist down. “Okay my itty bitty little man…” Kristen cooed, lifting her knees and kicking her heels up close to her butt. She inspected the tip of her finger, but frowned when she found a surprising lack of a tiny man. “Oh, where’d you go you little… there you are!”
Jack was only half way towards the edge of the bed when he heard Kristen speak. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the massive finger of the mountainous woman racing towards him. Kristen chuckled as she quickly retrieved her little plaything. She brought her finger back up to her face and gave him a warm smile as she let her hot breath wash over his tiny body.
“Now, I know you’re probably upset, but I think we can have just a little bit of fun before we say goodbye.” Kristen said softly, giving Jack’s body a tiny kiss before she began to lower him down towards her hips. Her finger hovered just above her dripping sex as she paused, giving him one final smile before he disappeared from view. “Goodbye little one, tell your friend that I’m sorry.”
Jack fought frantically to try to pull his arms free, but quickly gave up as he found himself poised directly before the entrance to Kristen’s massive pussy. All hope was gone. His muscles ached from being manhandled by the much larger woman combined with the several mile hike that preceded her coming home. Without any intention of helping them get back to normal, there simply wasn’t any way to overcome her overwhelming physical strength. He chuckled morbidly to himself as her finger gently tickled the edge of her labia. At least he was going to go out with style.
The smell emanating from the giantess’ monstrous cunt was intoxicating. Despite the mortal terror of knowing that his life was coming to a very rapid end, Jack was sporting an intense throbbing erection. The biggest problem now was that he didn’t have enough mobility in his limbs to start jacking off while he was plunged between the planetary folds of her gigantic labia. Then, there was a sudden shift in Kristen’s position.
“What? Wait… no… NO NO NO WAIT!!!” Jack screamed bloody murder as Kristen’s massive finger shifted down slightly as he other hand grabbed a hold of one of her massive ass cheeks. Then, much to his horror, Jack watched as the giantess pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her glistening asshole. This couldn’t be happening, this had to be a fucking joke!
“Licky licky…” Kristen cooed with a playful smile as she moved her fingertip closer to her butthole. Immediately the pungent, yet intoxicating smell of her eager sex was replaced with the thick, oppressive stench of her sweaty asshole. Jack coughed and choked on the acrid stink, his body suddenly feeling rejuvenated enough to attempt to escape again. However, the finger of doom carries him forward relentlessly towards a literal portal to hell. As he is pressed into the widened gap between Kristen’s asscheeks, Jack makes a surprising discovery.
“BEN?! WHAT THE FUCK?” Jack screamed. To his right, looking battered and bruised, hanging upside down and plastered against the interior of her asscrack, his fellow shrunken victim appeared to still be alive, although just barely so. Jack continued to scream, praying that perhaps Kristen would reconsider if she became aware that she was also tormenting her own stepson. “BEN, YOU HAVE TO STOP HER!!! SHE’S FUCKING CRAZY!”
Ben weakly groaned as he heard his friend’s voice. Since falling into the back of his stepmom’s pants, the intense pressure of her cheeks grinding against him had twisted his body in some pretty painful ways. Additionally, his body was now fully stuck to the inner wall of her plump ass cheek. He opened his eyes to find Jack screaming his name from the tip of Kristen’s giant finger.
“Jack? What are you…” He spoke softly, his chest aching from what felt like several cracked ribs. Jack was carried past his body and Ben quickly realized what was happening. “No….”
“OH FUCK ME!” Jack screeched as his body was unceremoniously pressed into the greasy, sweaty anus of Ben’s giantess stepmom. Kristen let out a shrill yelp as her finger hit her asshole. The frantic squirming of the tiny man sent an intense wave of excitement coursing through her body. She bit her lip hard as her free hand went dipping between her thighs, teasing her eager sex. There was just something so spectacularly sensual about humiliating this poor boy. The giantess was unsure which of her stepson's friends this was, but she didn’t particularly care either. Just knowing that one of Ben’s little friends, a young man whom had spent years coming to play at her house, was now going to spend his final moments choking to death in the depth of her bowels; nothing but a little snack for her hungry asshole.
“OHHHHHHHH FFFFFUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK MEEE!” Kristen moaned as she began to trace small circles around her anus with her finger. She was more than ready to just jam her finger inside and sentence the pathetic little freak to a horrendous future, however, a slight pressure in her lower abdomen gave her pause.
Jack gasped for air as Kristen’s massive finger was pulled away from her asshole. Sweat and disgusting anal grime accumulated all across his body and penetrated into his mouth, violently assaulting his senses and causing him to retch violently as he filled his lungs with more fetid air. “OH PLEASE JUST FUCKING KILL ME!” Jack screamed, still unable to move his arms or legs. There was a brief moment of reprieve where Kristen stopped rubbing him around her asshole, giving Jake a very slim hope that perhaps she had come to her senses all of a sudden, or perhaps someone else in the house had seen his messages.
GGGUUUURRRRRGGGGLLLLEEEE
“Dear God no…”
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A long, loud geyser of thick, rancid gas spewed forth from Kristen’s asshole as she released a monster of a fart. Jack was hit point blank with the force of the explosion. Even through the thick layer of grime caked onto his body, he could feel the intense heat of the miasma that had been cooking within the giantess’ bowels for the better part of the evening. He couldn’t even muster a scream, since as soon as his mouth opened, the force of the fart simply pushed more air down his throat and into his lungs.
Halfway through the fart, Kristen pushed her finger forward, plunging Jack’s tiny body inside of her rectum. The giantess giggled loudly as her finger entered her ass. She couldn’t imagine just how rancid and terrifying it must be inside that hellhole. But his suffering could only serve to heighten the intensity of her rapidly approaching orgasm.
“Ahhhhhh fuck fuck fuck…” Kristen whimpered as she continued to finger herself. She could feel her body quickly reaching the crescendo of her sexual assembly and as such, the giantess decided that she needed both hands to properly serve herself with the orgasm that she deserved. Without any ceremony, Kristen rubbed the pad of her finger along the inner lining of her colon, making sure to deposit Jack’s tiny body inside before withdrawing her own digit. Pulling her hand from her ass, Kristen rolled over enough to retrieve her vibrator from her bedside table and turned her full focus towards cumming, no longer giving Jack any more of a thought than it took to keep her engine revved up as she attempted to finish herself off.
Ben laid broken and delirious inside Kristen’s sweaty rancid asscrack. He remembered hearing Jack yell for help as Kristen started to finger her ass, but once she farted he began to choke and quickly blacked out. By the time that he woke back up, it was ominously quiet. Based on the overbearing stink of sweat and shit, Ben could only assume that he was still glued to the interior of Kristen’s buttcheek. He had no idea where Jack and Ryan were now, but he had to assume that Jack had been shoved inside of her asshole by now; an unimaginable fate that made Ben weep softly to himself. If his drunken stepmother had knowingly anal vored on of his best friends, he had no doubt that Ryan had faced a similar death at her hands. Though he could only hope that it was quicker and less horrifying than suffocating, or worse, inside her colon.
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A quiet, slow jet of gas poured out of Kristen’s asshole, once again poisoning Ben’s air supply. The sour stink of her fart sat heavy on his tongue and felt as if it was filling the back of his throat. He sputtered and choked on her unconscious release, feeling his head beginning to grow light as his stepmom’s rancid gas once again caused him to black out.
“What the fuck?” Jack asked as the ringing in his ears finally subsided. He slowly opened his eyes, trying to ignore the stinging pain from the various bits of accumulated filth on his face. Much to his surprise, he was surrounded by complete and utter darkness. Did he black out? What the hell happened?
*GURGLE*
Jack began to panic as he realized that another fart must be coming. He started to squirm around, hoping to free himself from the giantess’ massive finger before she could subject him to another blast. However, as he went to move, Jack realized that he was no longer restrained. He rose to his feet, looking all around himself, but the oppressive darkness of his surroundings yielded no information as to his whereabouts.
“Jesus Chist, what the hell is that?” Jack exclaimed as he found himself suddenly surrounded by a wave of heat and rancid, overpowering stench. It smelled like more of Kristen’s surprisingly terrible gas, only noticeably worse somehow. The only thing was, Jack didn’t hear anything. That first fart had been so loud that he was genuinely afraid that he might have gone deaf. So how in the hell was this one so goddamned quiet.
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“Wait… no. No no no, NOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jack screamed as panic began to set in. When he did finally hear the sound of the giantess’ droning fart, he also happened to notice faint bits of light flooding in from somewhere beyond a large gaping orifice that snapped shut mere moments later. It finally dawned on the tiny man where he was and he was not taking the news well. He sprinted towards where the light had appeared, desperately trying to scale the smooth wall of flesh that made up the end of Kristen’s immense colon.
Jack had no intention of dying here, inside the asshole of his best friend's drunk ass stepmom. He could come to terms with the reality of his own mortality, but not like this, not choking on the fetid winds that bottled up within her body. In the midst of his mental breakdown, Jack’s head snapped in the other direction upon hearing a strange scraping sound coming from somewhere deeper in the tunnel.
“No… no not that…”
“Eeeerrrgghhhhhh my head.” Kristen moaned loudly as she sat up in her bed. She looked over her shoulder and noticed that Max’s side of the bed was still made. Evidently he hadn’t come home from poker night at Marshall’s. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. It’s alright. Probably better he didn’t see me last night. I don’t even fucking remember anything. She thought to herself.
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“Ooooh, excuse me.” She chuckled softly, caught off guard by her own gassy emission as she stretched out her arms and back. “Oh god!” The tall brunette fanned her hand in front of her face as she accidentally caught a whiff of her own gas. As much as she loved Cosmopolitans, the high sugar content always did a number on her stomach. And getting Taco Bob’s on the ride home was probably a bad idea too.
“Ehhhh, whatever.” It wasn’t as if anyone else had been around to suffer the consequences of her choices. If anything, last night had been the perfect evening to indulge herself; Max wasn’t home, Ben was off doing god knows what. With the house all to herself, she could fart to her heart's content and not worry about the delicate sensibilities of the men in her life.
*GURGLE*
“Oh fuck.” Kristen exclaimed as a sharp pain in her gut caused her to wince. She rose up from the bed and swiftly tiptoed towards the ensuite bathroom. Once again, she was glad to be alone. No one needed to be present for the devastation her body was about to unleash. Kristen proceeded into the bathroom and shut the door, blissfully unaware of the torment she was about to inflict.