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James heard the dull thuds approaching and looked to the door. Through his glass wall, he watched it open. In walked June, dressed for business, as she’d been when they’d said goodbye. He looked at her straight on, but she did not immediately look at him. Her eyes flicked by him as she entered and turned toward her large, elaborate wardrobe. She seemed to be in a bit of a haze: with a distant gaze and a neutral, perhaps slightly unhappy expression.
She opened the wardrobe and seemed to take a moment to breathe before taking off her heels and putting them away. She took off her jacket and hung it, put her earrings in their padded box, and then set her fingers to the buttons on her shirt.
James waited patiently, knowing by her mood that she’d prefer to finish changing before anything else. He watched as the buttons came undone, one by one, from her collar down to her waist, pausing just before the end as she undid her belt and the clasps on her pants. Then, all at once, clothing shed to reveal skin.
James couldn’t help his tiny heart beating just a bit faster; it always did. As the shirt came off to reveal her bra, and the pants slipped down to reveal her panties, he looked up and down the length of her body and marveled in admiration. Sometimes he almost couldn’t believe that the little girl he’d been given to as a gift all those years ago had grown up and become… well, June.
Of course, ‘little girl’ had always been a relative term, and certainly not one which had ever been relative to him. She’d been many times larger than him when they were both six, and she was many more times larger than him now that they were in their twenties.
June cast her work clothes into a hamper and reached for new ones. She slipped on a more comfortable pair of shorts, and donned a loose top that reached down to only cover her chest, leaving her midriff exposed. It was only when James knew she had finished that he decided to speak up.
“It was Carol again, wasn’t it?” he asked. She turned her head towards his tank and her gaze settled on his tiny form. Some life returned to her expression; her eyes showed she was happy to see him, but her mouth formed the perturbed little pout she’d been concealing up to that point.
“Yup,” she confirmed. “She is such a pain in the ass.” Her tone was more annoyed than angry. But he could already see the shifting in her mood as she took her first steps toward him, as if she were leaving most of that workday aggravation behind with the dirty work clothes in the hamper.
James walked a few millimeters over and pushed open the little glass pane that served as his door, stepping out onto the stand for his tank that served as his spacious balcony.
“Let me guess,” he began, then switched to a mocking voice. “‘I know you’re an intelligent young woman, but you’re still young, and we can’t go about implementing your new policy suggestions without proper blah, blah, blah.’”
June chuckled and smiled. “Dead on,” she replied. James had never met this ‘Carol’ himself, but he’d certainly heard June mimic her enough times.
“So they’re still insisting on doing the work by hand instead of hiring a mage?”
“Yup. You’d think when they hired me as an advisor that they’d actually listen to me, but nope. I think even more than a mage they should try to find some common sense, because the solutions are obvious.”
James smiled as he saw that little smug smirk of hers come through. And it wasn’t unwarranted either; June was a clever one, observant and methodical and always thinking things through. He might call her the most capable person he’d ever met, except he hadn’t met many other people.
“Anyway, I’m gonna go relax for a bit, wanna come?” She slipped her fingers over the little safety rails at the edge of his stand and offered her upturned palm.
“Sure,” James replied happily.
He stepped up and his feet sunk into the familiar surface of her warm skin. Taking hold of her thumb for support, he let her whisk him away, and with a practiced, steady hand, she ferried him across the room and over to her bed.
Technically, he could have gotten there himself. Long past were the days when she’d considered him a mere ‘pet’, kept in a doorless tank in her room. Though he was still technically a pet, the relationship certainly felt different than back then. For one thing, the new tank that she’d bought for him when she’d moved out of her parent’s house had come with a lot: tons of space, all the latest miniature electronics, toys, exercise equipment, and not least a door, stairs in the stand, and even a little elevator. In fact, she’d rigged most of her furniture to be tiny-accessible, her bed included. A lot of it had been custom work, which hadn’t been cheap, but she could afford it.
While James did appreciate the freedom to travel on his own- say, if a certain someone fell asleep in her cozy bed without remembering to bring him back to his own- June’s room was large by normal human standards, and it was quite the trek for a tiny. Besides, he’d been riding in her hand since they were little kids, why stop now?
With June’s help they arrived in only a couple seconds. She sat on the edge of her mattress and then laid down on her side, pulling herself further onto the bed with her free hand, while keeping the one with James in it almost perfectly upright and remarkably steady. When she was settled in, she rested her knuckles down on the bedding, just a few inches from her exposed belly, allowing James to step off onto the white expanse of her covers.
June was truly enormous to James up close. Even laying on her side, she rose easily ten times his height. And as she pulled her hand away and stretched to her bedside table to grab the TV remote, her body spanned a length that would take him over a minute to walk, or much longer over the jagged, unstable terrain of her bedding.
There was a click and a whir as June finished retrieving the remote and pressed the first button. James watched the large (enormous at his scale) flatscreen swing down from its mounting place on the ceiling to face them. She started flipping through the channels, looking for something interesting. She knew James well enough not to ask what he’d like; he was never particularly interested in TV no matter what was on, but he always seemed happy to watch with her.
She found something quickly enough, leaving the remote on the bed nearby, but before settling in to watch, she reached over her bedside one more time, opening a drawer in her bedframe without even looking and lifting something from inside up onto the mattress.
James watched her retrieve a familiar looking box. It was about the size and shape of a half-gallon milk carton: long and rectangular and made of sturdy cardboard. Except It had little airholes in the sides, and an arrow with the words ‘this side up’ showing it was meant to be kept laid flat, rather than stood up straight.
He took his eyes off it for a few moments to mind his step as he walked closer to her. Reaching her belly, he placed a hand on it to steady himself, swaying with the ebb and flow of her breath, before lowering himself down to sit with his back against her cushiony, warm midriff. This was the safest way they’d found to relax together. She could feel him resting against her bare skin and know exactly where he was without needing to look.
By the time James had settled in and looked back towards her face, June had opened up the side of the box, tilting it back at a slight angle and reaching a few fingers inside. While James could feel her pulse, thumping, even and steady against his back, she couldn’t have possibly felt his, as his tiny heart began to beat faster once again.
When her fingers left the box, they were holding a tiny man.
She hardly even glanced at the tiny, held by his waist, wriggling between her digits. She opened her mouth and popped him inside. James watched her lips seal and cheeks twitch as she slid him around, tasting him for a few seconds, before a quiet little *glrk* reached his ears and he saw her throat tremble.
She reached in for another and came out with two at once, tossing them immediately past her lips and giving them much the same treatment as the first. Another few seconds of savoring, another swallow, and they were gone.
*guuuurgle*
James could hear the sound quite clearly- feel it even, vibrating against his back. Beyond the smooth skin which comforted and warmed him, June’s body was gearing up for a round of snacks.
The TV continued to flicker with pictures and sound, but James only watched June. He watched every single one of her snacks as they disappeared into her mouth, and traced the path he imagined they were taking as she swallowed them down: down through her neck, behind her breasts, and stowed somewhere in that burbling belly of hers, where she’d turn them into nothing more than nutrients, a few more noisy gurgles, and a bathroom visit.
TV was nothing compared to a spectacle like that. One after another after another, tinies just like him, disappearing, devoured and sent to be digested. She could eat dozens of them in a sitting, gulping them down effortlessly to fuel her own immense body. From a normal human perspective, it was hardly even worth a thought. But to a tiny like James…
Well, James wasn’t really a tiny like them. To them, he was sure it was terrifying. Heck, it had been for him too for a little while. The line between ‘edible’ and ‘pet’ was entirely marketing and packaging (and price); and to a six-year-old girl, those don’t mean much once the buying is done and the packaging is gone. But on the whims of that little girl, he’d stayed around, and after a while… Watching her eat them- the other tinies- had always been a captivating sight, but after he started to feel safe again and the terror started to wear off, it never stopped being captivating.
She had always amazed him, even back then: this girl ‘a million times’ his size, fingers as big as his entire body, arms and legs just like his own but massive beyond comparison, strong and solid but living, thundering around her room, and taking care of him every day, keeping him safe and fed and warm. She had practically been his entire world- and largely still was. And watching her eat other tinies had gradually- rather quickly, even- become another part of that amazing world. It was astounding, incredible, what her body could do: devour dozens of people his size like it was nothing, and turn them into… Well, as they both got older, and he watched her grow and mature, he found that what she was turning those tinies into was something more graceful and beautiful than his young mind could have imagined.
After years and years and years of this, of watching and talking and listening and growing up together, they knew she would never eat him. He could sit there, safe and sound, resting comfortably against her belly, even as a few inches beyond her skin she was busy dissolving whole swaths of other tinies into unrecognizable slop for her enormous body to absorb. And after all those years, his fascination never faded, in fact it only seemed to grow bigger and stronger, just like June herself.
*GURGLE* *GLORP*
James braced himself.
*UUURP*
He felt June’s belly shutter as the burst of gas escaped at the far-off opening of her mouth, but the jerk was a bit stronger than he expected, and it knocked him forward, face-first into the bedding. June, no longer feeling his touch, glanced down.
“Oop, sorry,” she apologized.
“That was a big one,” he said with a chuckle. At his weight, almost no amount of tumbling or falling was actually dangerous, especially not on an ultra-soft bedspread. He pushed himself up again and settled back in against her.
“Guess that’s the danger of sitting up against my belly while I’m eating,” she joked.
“Probably beats being on the inside, though,” he replied.
“Oh yeah, more than ‘probably’,” she agreed. “I’m sure it’s not too pretty in there.”
“Well, definitely not as pretty as you are on the outside.”
“Aww, thanks James.”
“…Still, probably isn’t too bad, except for all the dying and stuff,” he added after a moment.
“Heh, yeah, right. Oh geeze, remember when we were little and I used to tease you about getting eaten. Man, I was a messed up little girl.”
“You weren’t that bad, really. Most of the time you were great.”
“Oh, yes, every great pet owner threatens to turn their pet into a snack,” she agreed sarcastically, grabbing another tiny man from her box and tossing him into her mouth for emphasis. She gulped him down almost immediately; James watched her throat twitch, and his eyes followed the path down her neck.
“I don’t know, I don’t think I’d mind being your snack if I could, you know, survive.”
She turned her head to look at him directly and shot him a skeptical gaze.
“You’re joking, right?” she asked. He gave the question only a moment’s thought.
“No, I think I’d go for it. I mean, if I could live through it and I wouldn’t get hurt, yeah… I think I’d like it.”
“No, you would not,” she scoffed, looking back to the TV dismissively.
“How would you know?” he challenged playfully.
“Because you used to be terrified,” she reminded him.
“Yeah,” he admitted, “but things are different now.”
“Yeah,” she scoffed, “’different’ like you ‘liking’ the idea of being eaten alive,” she teased sarcastically. “No way you’d go through with it.”
“…I bet I would.”
“You bet that you’d willingly let me eat you and you’d like it?” she challenged.
“As long as I wouldn’t get hurt- and, you know, digested- yeah, I bet I would.”
*GUURGLE*
It seemed her belly had thoughts on the matter as well.
“You do know what that sound is, right?” she asked. “That’s the sound of my stomach literally stripping tiny flesh off tiny bones. You think you’d want to be in there even with that happening? Even if it wasn’t happening to you?”
That was a bit of a dark thought, he considered it for a moment. Glancing back at the smooth skin he was resting against, he tried his best to imagine all those poor tinies sitting inside it. Stewing in her stomach juices, melting away into nothing. She was right, he should be horrified at the thought, but… The thought still managed to excite him somehow, with an added sense of morbid curiosity. He imagined being in there with them, surrounded by June on all sides in every way, watching her amazing body at work up close, seeing firsthand how it churned and burbled and took other little people like him and turned them into more of her beautiful self.
“…If I wouldn’t get hurt, yeah, I think I would,” he answered.
She looked at him for a long moment, and then slowly a little mischievous smirk crept onto her face.
“Okay,” she replied simply, turning back to the TV.
He continued to look at her, now wearing a skeptical gaze himself. He watched her take another couple of tinies from her box and gulp them down, still wearing that little smirk. He wanted to ask exactly what that expression meant, but he knew she wouldn’t tell him. He had a feeling he’d find out, though.
*GURGLE* went her belly.
* * *
When James woke up the next morning, June had already gone out. It was a bit of an early rise for her considering it was the weekend, but not unheard of. He had his supply of food- his tank had a miniature fridge that she always kept stocked weeks in advance- and running water straight off the house’s tap. He ate and kept himself busy with the many little gadgets that filled his glass-walled home, and often he’d look out the window that his tank had been positioned next to, checking to see if June’s car was maybe pulling into the garage.
It took until the sun had long set before she returned. He didn’t catch her pulling in, but the steady *thud* *thud* *thud* of her steps climbing the stairs was a clear sign. He smiled, putting down one of his toys and walking out onto his ‘balcony’ to greet her.
Her door opened, and the first thing he noticed was the sizable smirk on her face. It was a challenging sort of look; a ‘you asked for this’ look; an ‘I told you so’ look. And unlike yesterday, she was looking right at him from the moment she arrived.
“Hey June. Where have you been all day?” he asked. His voice was chipper enough, but he had a curious, slightly concerned expression.
“Oh, just out picking up a little something.”
James noticed she was carrying a bag, some kind of shopping bag by the look of it, branded with a logo he didn’t recognize. She set it down on one of her numerous little tables, acting suspiciously casual, and reached inside. What she took out was a hard case, branded with the same logo. She brushed the bag away and put the case down.
June glanced back at his tank to make sure he was watching, still wearing that smirk, before she undid the clasp and opened the case. Inside was a single glass bottle: a clear, round-bottomed flask with a cork seal, half-filled with some unknown, green liquid. She took the bottle from its protective case and walked towards him.
That settled it, she definitely had a scheme cooking. He smiled back at her playfully, but spoke with a fair bit of caution.
“What’s that?”
“Well, do you remember last night? That stuff you said about ‘wanting to be eaten’?”
“And not die,” he added, just to be safe.
“Yes, of course. And remember how I said you definitely wouldn’t want to go through with being eaten, even if it were totally safe?” By her tone, she was clearly giving him the chance to deny that statement, or at least claim he’d changed his mind. The thing is: truth be told, he hadn’t.
“Yeah,” he replied, calling her smirking bluff. So she called his right back.
“Prove it,” she said.
“…Excuse me?”
“Prove. It.” She smirked wider and shook the contents of the bottle in front of him.
“…How exactly do you expect me to do that?” James asked, knowing full well that she was just waiting to tell him. “Is that bottle supposed to be like a fake stomach or something?”
“Good guess, but no,” she replied. “I drink a little of this on an empty stomach, and I give a little to you, and you can pass right through me, completely unscathed.”
“You commissioned a potion!?” James asked with genuine surprise.
“That’s right.”
“Geeze, June, how much did that cost!?”
“Sounds like someone’s trying to change the subject,” she teased.
“I-” he stopped himself, resisting the urge to succumb to her playful taunting. Instead, he took a short moment to think. Suddenly presented with the actual reality that he really could end up eaten, he felt a healthy dose of fear. “…Why is it only half full?”
“Because I already drank the rest on the way in. And I haven’t eaten a thing all day.”
“…Are you sure that stuff works?” he asked.
“Oh, having second thoughts, are we?”
“Thoughts about not dying horribly in your stomach,” he specified.
“Oh, trust me, this is the real deal. I paid top dollar to get it from a very reputable mage and have it tested myself. A few drops of this and you’re guaranteed to survive the whole thing, totally unharmed.” She kept up her challenging demeanor, but added in one more line that betrayed a bit of her underlying sweetness. “Besides, you think I’d let that happen to you?”
James glanced at the bottle and then back to her.
“Of course, if you are having second thoughts, I’d completely understand.” Her taunting tone was back in full force.
“You could seriously eat me… and I’d be fine?” he muttered, almost to himself. But his eyes were on her. With the reassurance of his trusted owner, that old fear began to melt away, and his gaze filled with wonder and excitement as he took in the sight of her body with the knowledge that he might actually be taking a trip inside.
Her teasing facade faltered for a moment. He’s really thinking of going through with it… she thought with surprise. She’d expected him to challenge her claim right back, disputing that she’d actually swallow him. That was part of the reason she’d put together real safeguards- like getting a genuine potion- because she knew he wouldn’t buy it if it didn’t seem safe. He would have never believed she’d do something as dangerous as eating him without serious protection.
It was a good thing he was right, because he seemed to be getting increasingly eager. And she was getting just a bit nervous.
Just cause he’s smiling now, doesn’t mean he’ll feel that way when he’s in my mouth, if it even gets that far, she told herself.
Of course, there was that other part of her, the part she’d been wrapping her head around all day, that part that hoped he would go through with it.
When he’d first brought it up, she’d thought he was crazy, but once she’d given it a little more thought… She did rather enjoy eating tinies. She hadn’t thought of eating James in years because, well, he was James. They were friends, good friends; he’d been her pet since they were kids; she liked him and the thought of throwing him away for a tiny bit of food was almost unthinkable. But once she’d come up with the potion idea, the thought of having him inside her… it was interesting, appealing, maybe even exciting, in a way she couldn’t quite describe.
She reasoned it must be similar for him, some feeling like that which made him want to try it. But there was a big difference and she knew it. She’d be getting a nice full feeling and a relaxing evening in bed, he’d be slipping his way slowly through her digestive tract, trapped for hours in the slimy, tight passages of her body. And he insisted that he’d like that? Of that, she was still quite skeptical and more than a little curious. It sounded terrifying, not to mention disgusting. But as long as his safety was assured, and it was his decision, she was more than invested enough to test his claim.
“So?” she asked, breaking the moment of silence.
“So… you must be hungry, then.”
That sounded like a go ahead of she’d ever heard one.
“Starving,” she replied, sounding quite genuine.
She reached for a shelf in his tank stand and brought out a tiny appliance with a funnel at the top; a little thing she’d had made to make sharing drinks with him a bit easier.
“You know, I have a whole box of edible tinies I could eat, not to mention everything in my fridge. You sure you want to get thrown in with all that?” she asked.
He nodded rather meekly.
“Alright,” she said expressively, with a clear ‘you asked for this’ in her voice.
She pulled the cork from the bottle and tipped the neck carefully over the funnel, a few drops dripped down into the miniature cup below. James took the mug by the handle, staring down into the green potion fixedly for a moment, his mind and heart both racing. He was having a few second thoughts, but the chance to take a trip inside June? The idea just felt so… Well, there was no way he could pass it up.
He threw the mug to his lips and bolted the concoction down.
A moment later, he felt it coming right back up. He gagged and put a hand to his mouth and strained another tiny gulp, forcing it back inside. Breathing heavily, he looked up as June laughed.
“If you think that’s bad, there’s no way you’ll want to spend two seconds in here,” she pointed to her stomach.
“It wasn’t-” he gagged again “-that bad.”
“If you say so,” she teased.
She slipped her fingers over the stand’s railing invitingly. He walked forward and stepped up into her palm, feeling the warmth of her skin against his, but it felt different this time in a way he couldn’t explain. Still, he held on as usual as she carried him off.
“We have to wait a couple minutes for the potion to take effect,” she told him in passing as she placed the bottle back into its case and closed it up, “So you have a little bit longer to decide which side of my belly you’d like to spend your evening on.” She walked over and sat down on the side of her bed, taking a moment to undo her shoes with her free hand and slip them off. She peeled off her socks as well, wriggling her toes in the open air. James didn’t say a word, and showed no signs of wanting to back out.
Let’s see how much he’s really willing to go through, she thought. He probably won’t even get into my mouth, let alone ask me to swallow him.
*drip*
“Ugh! What the-!?” James flailed for a moment as a dollop of warm liquid suddenly splashed down over his head, wetting his hair, face and shoulders and running all down his shirt. Wiping the stuff from his eyes, he turned around and looked up to see June’s face hovering above him.
“Oh, sorry,” she said in an overtly teasing voice, as she wiped a bit of glistening drool from her bottom lip. “Guess I am pretty hungry. …But if you want to go where my food goes, that stuff is gonna be all over you.”
James looked down over himself as the initial shock wore off. This is June’s… saliva, huh? he thought. Sure, it was a little off-putting, with a less than pleasant smell, but as he let it rest on him… He could feel June’s warmth in it, and that smell was just a stronger variant of her smell. He brought up one of his hands and stared at it, watching it glisten. He spread his tiny fingers and felt the surface tension pulling them gently back together, stretching into strands between his thumb and pinky. When June chews her food, this stuff helps soften it up and holds it together… so she can swallow it. Of course, she wouldn’t be chewing him up, but her saliva would help him along in a different way, getting him slippery enough for her throat.
“It’s not actually that bad, once you get used to it,” he said, partially to himself.
“Good to hear, but you know that stuff’s only the beginning, right?” As much as she was still being playful, he could tell she did mean that as a genuine question. He looked down from her face above him and set his eyes on the wall of skin and muscle and bone that was her belly, bared to the world only a few inches away.
“Yeah, I’m sure there’s all kinds of other stuff inside there, in your stomach.”
“It’ll be full of other tinies by the end of the night,” she warned.
“And I’ll be one of them,” he replied with a half-chuckle, almost unable to believe it himself.
“And food doesn’t stop in the stomach. This potion will take you the whole way.”
Those words sparked a flurry of heart-pounding emotions. His eyes traced every little curve and fold of her belly as it swelled and retreated with June’s breathing, imagining what lay inside, those gurgling depths where he’d seen June send countless other tinies. The deepest recesses of her beautiful body.
“You’ll be in there for days,” she continued.
Is that really how long it takes? he asked himself. Living in her room, he knew she used her bathroom often enough, but it only now occurred to him that the stuff that came out wasn’t necessarily the most recent thing to have gone in. With a body that big, she had plenty of room to keep it all, plenty of guts for her food to wind through on its special trip. And he’d get to see it all…
“And on the way out, you’ll be coming out of my ass, with turds bigger than your whole body.”
James tried his hardest to contain himself and just barely managed it. He knew she had meant that as a negative, but the thought set his heart racing even faster. He’d never really seen her butt up close, but something about it called to him, more than just another part of her body that he’d never explored.
June stared down at her pet, watching in curious fascination as he did nothing but stare at her exposed midriff. She could practically see him imagining it all.
No amount of talking is going to change his mind, is it? she realized. Does he just not get it, or… or… Well, there was only one way to make sure: she would have to show him exactly what would be happening to him if he went along with this.
She stood up, the sudden motion tearing his eyes off her belly, and walked around to the far side of her bed where she sat back down. This time she held James out to the side, bent all the way over and pulled open the drawer between her legs. Reaching in, she pulled out another familiar box of tinies, pushing the drawer closed again with a foot. She set the box down up against her crotch at a rather steep angle, opening it onehanded.
Looking down from her other hand, James could see inside. All the tinies had been piled into a flailing mass at the back of the container, thanks to June tipping it back so far. But their struggles were eerily silent; it was a feature of the packaging: enchanted to keep all the snacks inside from making unwanted noise.
He watched her pluck out a single tiny between two fingers, and as she brought the man up to her face, she brought James over as well. She held her pet right up in front of her mouth, and then dangled her chosen snack between them, right before James’ wide-eyed gaze.
He saw the terrified look on the other tiny’s face, but only for a moment. Once June opened her massive mouth in front of him, he found it impossible to look at anything else. His tiny jaw dropped as hers did, and he went frozen still. The lush, red lips parted to reveal a huge, ruby-red cavern, glistening with little puddles of drool connected by hair-thin strands to the fleshy walls of her cheeks, the ridges of her palette, and the smooth, arching surface of her pink tongue, all framed by glitteringly white teeth.
James felt a sudden jolt of fear, and for a moment it threatened to consume him as his battered mind tried to cope, but then he realized why: He hadn’t seen her mouth up close like that since they were kids, back when she really had almost turned him into one of her many snacks, or at least threatened to. The thought had terrified his young mind, and the memory brought back a strong taste of that fear long forgotten.
June’s moist breath washed over him, bringing with it a taste of her warmth and the scent of her insides, and a moment later the air around him rushed back in the other direction as she inhaled. Then, with a simple flick of her wrist, she tossed her snack onto her waiting tongue.
James watched with riveted, unblinking eyes. The tiny scrambled toward the pearly gates of her teeth, but her tongue rose up like some great pink beast, eclipsing the tiny man from view. When it fell again, James could see it had tossed the man farther back inside, where he now struggled to get a hold firm enough to push himself upright again amongst the saliva-slicked curves of June’s mouth.
Her lips fell closed, stretching and twitching before his eyes as wet smacks and slurps came from within. They reopened just a moment later, and James relocated her snack: laying battered and limp toward the back of her ebbing tongue, now thoroughly slathered in her saliva, soaking in a little pool of it that had collected around him, a pool James could already see growing as June’s hunger rushed more of the pre-digestive lubricant out from some hidden recess of her mouth.
And then James watched her tongue rise. Slowly. Deliberately slow. Not just the tip, but the entire pink, glistening muscle. It swelled up, blocking more and more of the other tiny from James’ view. June’s snack reached out toward freedom just before her tongue eclipsed his body, but James could still see the tiny man’s fingers stretching desperately toward the light, his arm pinned by the squishy hold at the apex of the tongue’s swell, as it pressed against the red ridges.
*GLURK*
Her jaw shuttered, the tiny fingers disappeared in an instant, torn away into some unseen depths with a loud squelch. Her tongue receded to rest comfortably, and June’s mouth was empty.
She closed her lips and breathed. But when she spoke again, James’ gaze was still locked on the little glimpse of red and white he could steal from her words.
“I can be a little gentler with my tongue, but not with my stomach,” she said.
There was a long moment of silence.
“… …Can I touch it?” James asked.
She looked down at him in mild disbelief. But a moment later realized that she should have never expected any other result. After all, he’d been watching her eat other tinies for years now. If all those years only made him want to be swallowed, why would showing him the experience up close change anything?
June opened her mouth again and stuck out her tongue. James stepped toward the edge of her hand, transfixed. He reached out. And touched it.
A shiver ran through his tiny body, a shiver June could feel against her sensitive tastebuds. James pressed, sinking his fingers deep into the warm, wet, spongy surface, and felt the whole enormous muscle shift slightly at his touch.
He felt like he was a boy again, seeing for the first time this amazing, giant girl in all her awe-inspiring, beautiful glory. Only this was better in so many ways. Back then he had been so unsure, often more than a little afraid, but now… okay, he was still more than a little afraid, but he knew June now. Staring down the gaping maw that he had just watched swallow up another tiny as a snack, he felt he could just so easily step inside, knowing that June was in control. She’d taken care of him his whole life, hadn’t she always been in control anyway?
He… he wanted to know her more, to experience her more, to see those parts of her that her food somehow got the privilege of seeing, but her beloved pet did not. A couple days inside that wondrous place suddenly didn’t feel like it would be long enough.
James had no idea how long he’d spent staring, all he knew was what made him stop. The ground he was standing on- June’s hand- suddenly tipped forward. Before he knew it he felt her palm at his back and the glistening pink of her tongue rushing towards his face, and then-
*sluuuurp*
The next thing he knew, he was sitting in her level palm again, breathing hard, heart racing, watching her tongue slink away.
She licked me! he realized, his mind rushing to relive the sensation of her tastebuds against his skin, his entire body pressed up against her in a way he’d never experienced in all their years together; placed for a moment at the entrance to her body, the precipice of her unknown, the doorway to the inner workings that had swallowed up thousands and thousands of other little beings just like him to fuel his caring June. And he could see it all for himself, knowing it- she- wouldn’t hurt him.
“…How long have you wanted this?” she asked him. She wasn’t even teasing anymore. She was astonished, blatantly astonished by his reaction, the way he continued to look at her as if she were somehow the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Longer than I think I realized,” he muttered back.
“…Okay,” she said.
He watched her lips fall closed as she finished the word, and then he watched them open again. They spread wide, teeth and gums following in their wake, finally revealing to James once again that breathtaking scene which he’d been unable to shake from his mind.
She stuck out her tongue, a bit awkwardly, and pressed it against the edge of her hand, like her fingers slipping over the rails of his balcony to invite him into the custody of her absolute might. He stepped forward as her breath washed over him, and stepped again as it was pulled back down her throat.
He placed a bare foot onto the warm pink, and faltered. Her maw called to him, but he could feel her tongue was too slippery, he couldn’t take another step. So instead he let himself fall. The muscle caught him, as he knew it would, trembling lightly as he landed on tiny hands and knees. In a moment, he’d felt himself leave the warm, familiar touch of June’s hand, for the new, steamy heat of her inner depths.
June reacted quickly to the unexpected move, pulling her tongue halfway inside and rushing a hand underneath for fear he might slip off. Any other tiny she’d had that far out ended up falling into her lap, but of course James wasn’t struggling and flailing about. She released her held breath, letting it waft over him.
James looked up as his world suddenly shifted and then settled, and saw the glistening, red roof of June’s mouth above, her massive teeth hanging over him in suspension like a vision from some surreal dream- or a younger James’ vivid nightmares.
He felt her breath wash over him again, pulling his attention back to the shadowed passage beyond her tongue. He stared back for a number of her breaths, fear and fascination colliding and combining, but June held him there steady, almost as if she shared his fear.
Before too long he wrenched his eyes off her slow-pulsing uvula and cast his gaze over the rest of June’s mouth. He’d caught countless little glimpses of it, imagined it time and time again, wishing he’d somehow be able to see it all, but never certain enough in his own desires to ask.
A firm sense of reverence overtook him, taking in the walls, the teeth, the tongue, the cavern he’d watched swallow up every single ‘edible’ tiny June had ever devoured, from their first years as young children all the way until now, when he’d be the next.
And just as the fantastically unreal peace of it all began to sink in, that inexorably false peace was suddenly shattered as his world flexed and undulated and rumbled.
“You doing okay in there?” June asked, speaking the words around her pet, held in her mouth.
“…Fine…” he replied eventually, unable to muster the thought for a real answer. He felt a warmth rising around his wrists and looked down to see pools of saliva forming around them. “…You’re drooling…” he muttered almost unthinkingly.
“I’m hungry…” she replied in much the same way.
“…You need to get me wet, right?”
The utter ridiculousness of the statement struck her. A tiny in her mouth, reminding her how to eat tinies? She’d eaten uncounted swarms of them! She should know how to do it far better than some snack about to be swallowed! Except she had needed to be reminded, and the tiny in her mouth wasn’t a snack, it was her pet, James.
Pulling herself together and reassuring herself that this wasn’t some strange dream, she closed her mouth softly around him. Paying close attention, slowing the minute movements inside herself deliberately, she brought her tongue back and lightly sucked on her pet’s tiny form, drawing the saliva out from the far reaches of her mouth to wash over his body.
James found himself swiftly subjected to total darkness. Everything around him suddenly began to shift and flex, filling his ears with the sounds of crackling spit and the slip of slick muscles brushing. For a short moment, he felt his bearings torn away from him, hardly even sure which way was up and which was down. It was a feeling that should have been innately terrifying. Except that James was already accustomed to it.
He’d felt traces of it every time June handled him, every time she’d lifted him or ferried him, knocked him over or helped him back up. The overwhelming weight of her whims against him swept his bearings clean away. But it was that very nature that had taught him to rely on her instead. When he was with her, he had little need for bearings, for control, for stability. He was in her hands, often literally, and he knew it. Those hands, June’s hands, and the rest of her amazing, immense body had never failed to keep him from danger, any more than his own when he was in control.
And in that moment of sudden change and perceptual chaos, he could feel her there, holding him.
Light shined into the red cavern as June parted her lips, refracting through the strands of drool now webbed across his face. Her breath swept over him again, out and in, and then she spoke.
“If I swallow you, there’s no going back,” she said. June was not a woman who worried, much less one who let it show, but she couldn’t hide a hint of it from slipping into those words as they rushed over him. She’d never have thought she’d be the one getting cold feet in this. She felt a small sensation on her tongue as James stroked a hand across her tastebuds, taking in their slick smooth texture.
“I know you’ll take care of me, June,” he replied.
She felt a warmth in her at those words. To know that someone in James’ position, so inherently fragile and easily mistreated, had such faith in her. They really had grown quite fond of each other over the years, hadn’t they?
June closed her mouth gently again, taking a moment to feel him against her tongue, just breathing there, being there, but she felt her drool rising, and beyond that her stomach longing to be filled. She took another breath through her nose, and let her tongue swell around the tiny in her mouth, her throat tensing in preparation to open wide and swallow him down.
June gagged, a reaction that took her wholly by surprise. Catching herself and keeping James securely behind her lips, she scolded herself mentally for allowing such a thing to happen. But the thought, the feeling which had caught her mind had struck her. When she put those edible tinies in her mouth, when she swallowed them down, that was the end of them. She was sending them away, down somewhere inside herself, to melt and churn and expire and die in her guts. To become her food and nothing more. It was a decision she made, utterly unconsciously at this point, with every gulp. But as the tiny in her mouth whom she knew was James began to slip towards her throat, some failsafe inside her mind had triggered.
Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so scared, she thought to herself, as the momentary rush of fear left her. She took a second to remind herself of the precautions she’d taken, the plan she’d made, using logic to push the fear into submission. But still she had to remind herself that swallowing a tiny was an easy thing she did almost every day, just to overcome how daunting a simple gulp now seemed. She took another breath.
But she couldn’t hold him there forever; after all, James was waiting. She closed her eyes and steeled herself.
*glurk*
That sound. James knew that sound. He’d listened to it again and again, staring up at her with wonder and fascination as tiny after tiny disappeared at its call. And now it was calling for him. He felt the wet darkness press against him, every soft surface of June’s mouth coming together around him, and then suddenly an opening by his face, and he was sucked down into her throat.
James was breathless.
I’m inside June… She swallowed me…
He felt himself sliding against the walls as his tiny body was carried along, guided by monumental muscles he couldn’t possibly resist. But resistance was the furthest thing from his mind; it was an embrace that he embraced right back. He spread his fingers against the slick textures passing him by and he listened. The ever-present crackling of her fluids, the rush of the blood in her veins, and gradually getting louder and louder the steady thump of her heart, beating a bit more quickly than usual.
It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. A firm guiding force carrying him along. The heat of her body permeating his entire being, her internal soundscape now the only thing his ears could find, and her dark omnipresence the only thing he could see.
*squelch*
*SPLASH*
The darkness expelled James from its tight grasp but caught him again a moment later. It was a bit jarring, but no more than when June might occasionally knock him over. He felt hot liquids lapping at his body, rising almost to his neck as he held himself up on hands and knees. The floor below him was smooth and yielding, but folded and warped into uneven peaks and valleys, with every millimeter coated in unending slime.
*slosh*
He felt a wave knock against him as the muscle on which he stood swelled. He let himself be pushed over and land softly against the forgiving cushion that was, he finally realized, June’s stomach. The thought sent a bolt down his spine, an overwhelming excitement he couldn’t describe. He tried to look around, but he couldn’t even tell if his eyes were open or shut. There was nothing but darkness, like an endless expanse that seemed to stretch on and on. But all of it, the entire infinite void, was June. It was incredible. He had always lived in her world, but never like this.
“James?”
His name rumbled around him. Her voice sounded so strange, yet still so familiar; louder and deeper and stronger, yet still easily hers. Even distorted- or perhaps enhanced- as it was, he could still pick up the note of worry in her tone.
“June, I’m here,” he said to the cavern of her stomach, but the unseen walls seemed to eat his words. What’s more, he realized now that he’d tried to talk that something about his breath seemed strange.
“…James?” she asked again, a bit more worried now.
“June!! I’m here!!”
He heard the rush of air which, on the outside, had been a rather inconspicuous but greatly relieved exhale. Then he felt her chuckle a bit giddily.
“I can hardly hear you in there, James.” She had a little bit of her teasing tone back now, but only a bit. “Where’d I put the other- Oh, right, I left it in the car, didn’t I? James, I’m gonna go get the other bag from the car, but… First: one sound for ‘no’, two for ‘yes’… are you okay?”
“O-KAY!!” he shouted back, emphasizing the two syllables separately.
“Two sounds for ‘yes’,” she muttered, growing a little smile. James heard a dull thud following her words, rippling the unseen liquids around him. June put a hand to her chest, though she couldn’t quite say why. Just trying to feel him, James, buried somewhere in her body. The knowledge made her nervous… but excited. She could still feel his taste on her tongue.
*GURGLE*
James felt the deep rumble vibrate through the walls, but he felt no large movements from the walls or the floor.
Even this is only one little part of her, he realized with continuously mounting awe. She had an entire body surrounding him, ebbing and flowing and flexing and weaving all around.
June heard the tiny, seemingly harmless sound from inside her, but of course those ‘seemingly harmless’ sounds were the same ones her belly usually made while it was ending dozens of tinies and turning them into digested mush. So she felt compelled to ask again.
“You still okay?”
“O-KAY!!” James yelled back.
“Good… I’m gonna stand up now.” She braced her legs rather nervously, but realized with a start that the box of tinies was still sitting between her legs. She started to reach down but stopped herself, then started reaching again much more slowly, feeling almost like a toddler unsure of their own body. She took the box and pivoted to place it open-end-up on her nightstand, trying her best to move as little and as smoothly as possible.
She felt so awkward it was almost embarrassing. She’d carried James countless times: in her pocket, in her hand, even perched on her shoulder. She knew full well how to mind her movements, even the tiny ‘inconsequential’ ones, but she just couldn’t help worrying about what every little move she made was doing to him in there.
But just like when she’d swallowed him, she grabbed control of herself and forced herself to stand- slowly.
James felt gravity shift in the darkness. He let it take him, along with the sloshing liquids, slipping against the contours of June’s gut as her incredible body moved around him, carrying him along for the ride. And then everything settled again into relative stillness, the rebounding waves still splashing against him.
“…You still okay?”
James laughed through the strange sensation in his lungs. “Yes! I’m fine, June!”
She felt June laugh around him. “Come on, James, one sound or two, remember?” But he could tell from her voice that she’d understood enough to know he was okay. Still, he replied as asked.
“O-KAY!!” he shouted.
“Good.”
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then James felt the oddly familiar, rhythmic thudding that he knew so well as June’s steps.
*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud*
James could feel himself swaying back and forth with the contents of her stomach, matching the pace of her stride. Perhaps, if he tried, he could trace his way through the house with her, noticing when she turned corners, stopped at doors, or walked down stairs, but his interest in the outside world was utterly dwarfed by each of the new sounds and sensations he could now reach, resting there inside her.
He could hear the air rushing in and out of her massive lungs, the continuous thumping of her heart, and perhaps most exciting, the sloshing of her stomach juices against the walls and against him. This stuff, this warm fluid surrounding him, this was the magic potion that turned tinies like him into food, into fodder for June’s amazing body to drink up and absorb and use to grow. And he was touching it.
“Alright, here it is,” came June’s booming voice as the footsteps stopped. She sounded excited, much more than a few moments ago. James wondered for a moment what exactly she had left in her car. What else had she picked up besides the potion?
His thoughts were derailed as his entire world lurched, tossed forward as June bent over, digestive juices splashing everywhere. He felt something knock against him, something fleshy, but much harder than any part of June’s insides he’d felt so far, something that tumbled along with him. But before he could reach out to find what it was, she stood up again, sending him off in another direction.
“Let me just get us back to my room and we’ll try this stuff out,” she said.
James settled again as the steady thumping of June’s steps resumed.
This is what it’s like to be her food, he marveled. Terrifying; it should have been terrifying. Every little move she made sent him tumbling and splatting and splashing into pools of hot acid. But it was almost blissful to him. Every little movement was June’s movement. It was like he was part of her, right there with her as she walked, as she breathed, as her stomach gurgled with him inside. And everywhere he slid, June was there to catch him, ready with her warm, soft embrace as always- though admittedly quite a bit slimier than usual.
He pressed his hands again into the slick warmth of June’s insides, feeling her life pulsing against his fingers, and basked in it.
If only I could see it too…
The thudding stopped, and he felt a relatively gentle lurch as she sat down, and another as she twisted to the side. He listened to the vague shiftings of her body as she worked her arms, and then her voice came to him again.
“Okay James, tell me how it’s going in there.”
“O-KAY!!”
“AH!” The sound of her cry and the sudden jerk of her body sent James reeling. “Not so loud!” she scolded.
“What!? I-“ he took a moment to adjust the volume of his voice to what he thought would be normal, but with all the constant little squelches and splashes it was hard to really judge. “I thought you couldn’t hear me,” he said.
“I couldn’t before, but I’m using a stethoscope now.”
“A what?”
“It’s a thing doctors use to listen inside someone’s body. Usually just their heart and lungs, but it works just fine for stomachs too.” Her tone sounded much more playful now.
“Why didn’t you use that thing in the first place?”
“I didn’t think you’d go through with getting swallowed like one of my snacks, remember? I thought I’d just leave this in the car and return it, guess I’m happy I got it, though. It’s, um… good to hear your voice, James.” She sounded much more genuine during that last part, though there was a note of something else in her voice too, something he recognized. It was excitement; excitement like his.
“So… you don’t exactly sound like you’re freaking out in there,” she said.
“Guess not,” he agreed, then he chuckled to himself. “What’s it like? Talking to a tiny in your stomach.”
Kinda hot, she thought, but immediately dismissed the idea. Why on earth would anyone ever find this hot!? And, besides, she might have told James about a couple cute boys now and then, but the two of them had never really had talks of that nature before. She wasn’t even sure he’d know what she meant.
“…Kinda strange… interesting,” she said. “What’s it like for you? Inside me?”
“…Amazing…” was the only word he could find. “I feel like I’m closer to you than I’ve ever been.”
“You are,” she pointed out.
“Yeah,” he agreed happily with a chuckle.
“So… you were right, huh?” she admitted.
“I mean, it’s… yeah,” he let himself sink further into the warm folds.
“You’re not scared? Being in my stomach?”
“…Not yours,” he replied.
Why is that so hot!? she asked herself, feeling a familiar sensation between her legs. She wondered if he noticed her heart start beating harder. She began to imagine him in there, her little James, resting against the walls of her belly, deep inside her.
“…What’s it look like?” she asked,
“Um, black,” he replied.
Black!? “Oh, hehe, right.”
James jiggled inside her as her chest bounced with her chuckle.
“You want some light in there?” she asked.
“Wha… how?”
“I may have thought ahead and picked up some glow-water.”
“You did!?” His heart leapt with excitement.
“Ow! Volume, James! This thing really works.”
“Sorry,” he apologized much quieter.
“So, you sure you want to be able to see what my stomach looks like?” she asked.
“Every bit.”
“Alright, then,” she replied with a smile. Not a teasing smile, just a happy one. She had originally picked up the glow-water thinking she’d use it to help prove her point. She thought if he did somehow make it all the way into her stomach that letting him see all the gross, squishy details would put him over the edge. But now she was thinking it might just make him even more excited to be inside her, which only helped make her even more excited too.
She let go of the stethoscope and reached over to the bag she’d retrieved from the car, pulling out a glowing plastic bottle. Twisting off the cap, she put it to her lips.
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
She forced herself to stop at three, remembering that anything she swallowed now would end up right on top of-
*SPLASH* *SPLASH* *SPLASH*
James felt a sudden assault on his senses: bright light and loud splashes and shocking cold. It was the most uncomfortable he’d felt since stepping foot onto her tongue. But he shook it off as the new contents of her belly settled, wiped the wet slime from his face, and slowly opened his eyes.
They went wide.
“Sorry if that was a little too much,” June apologized, putting the stethoscope back to her chest. She heard no response. “James?” she called, sliding the instrument along her skin, thinking she might be listening to the wrong spot.
“Wow…” she barely heard him say.
It was even bigger than he’d imagined. He’d been able to tell it was wide, wider than some of the rooms in his tank-house, but it was tall too. Towering walls of reddish-brown and pink, glistening with her inner liquids, strewn with squiggling folds, undulating smoothly to stir the newly illuminated contents.
Not even June’s food gets to see this, he thought, just me. Then something that was neither red, pink, nor brown caught his eye.
“Oh,” he remarked.
“What?” June asked.
“It’s that tiny, the one you ate before me.”
James focused on the man, practically curled into a ball with his eyes tightly shut, half submerged in June’s stomach juices, cowering against walls as if they weren’t the very things that would end him, his trembles not even enough to disturb June’s natural waves.
“Oh, yeah, I kinda forgot about that one,” she admitted. To be fair, the contents of her stomach wasn’t normally a thing she had to remember. “What’s it doing?” she asked curiously.
“Just sitting there…” James waded over through the opaque, glowing waters of June’s gut. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and gave a gentle poke, much more like he were testing some strange, unknown object than a fellow tiny.
The little man’s head jolted up; reddened, veiny eyes staring at him. His mouth moved, but no sound came out.
“He still can’t talk,” James reported.
“Yeah, the magic from the box isn’t supposed to wear off till after they’re gone,” June replied. “Never really thought about that, but I guess it makes sense. I guess nobody liked chatty snacks.”
“Snacks…” James repeated, letting the word sink in. There he was, staring at one of June’s snacks sitting in her belly. He’d never seen an ‘edible’ tiny this close before. He used to be scared that if he got too close to them, June might mistake him for one of them and eat him instead. Of course, that was quite a few years ago, back when she used to make a point of reminding him that he was just like them and could be swallowed just as easily. Thinking about it, he could understand why this one would be afraid.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a smile, “you’re gonna become part of a nice, beautiful lady.”
June had tensed up, biting her lip. Listening to her James talking to her food inside her stomach was… exhilarating. She noticed her hand unconsciously drifting toward her crotch and stopped herself, mystified and wonderstruck by the sudden onset of emotion and heat.
The little man in June’s stomach shrank back as their world shuttered around them. James watched him curiously for another moment; the edible already seemed much more like a part of June than a tiny, just a bit of her food on its way through her body. Surely that’s all anyone else on the outside would have thought of her stomach contents.
Do they all act like this after she eats them? he wondered. He’d wondered that often: exactly what all those tinies did inside her after they disappeared but before her belly got to work.
*GROWL*
The walls shook and the glowing juices trembled.
“Wow, is that how loud it is for you?” June asked, hearing her belly’s grumble magnified through the stethoscope.
“Honestly it’s not that much louder than when I’m on the outside,” he replied, though the sound was so much more detailed without the walls of skin and muscle in the way. “You said you’re hungry, right? Aren’t you gonna eat?”
“You seem in an awful rush to be buried in my dinner,” she responded hastily, but nearly slapped a hand over her mouth immediately after. The truth was she’d been nervously holding off on it, trying to figure out why she was so excited to have James buried in her dinner, and asking herself if she was sure he’d really be okay with it.
Lucky for her, James didn’t even notice the unintentional sensual notes she’d accidentally slipped into those words- at least not consciously. He was too preoccupied imagining that entire space above him being filled with dozens of tinies, all packed away there with him in June’s gut. He couldn’t wait to see her stomach actually working on her food, he could still hardly believe he’d be able to see it, actually putting a sight to all those sounds he’d been listening to from the outside when he’d watch her beautiful body in action.
“How about we start with just a couple- um, one first?” she suggested.
“Oh, um, whatever you want, June. I mean, it is your stomach after all.”
She almost let out a little squeal- which he definitely would have heard, no matter how quiet. She swallowed a bit of her drool and took a breath.
“I’m gonna get comfortable first,” she said, if only to derail the conversation for a moment, but she felt compelled to say one more thing out of concern. “Hold on in there.”
*sploosh*
James watched a tiny cascade of clear liquid drop from the roof of June’s stomach, splattering him and his stomach-mate with stray drops of her juices. But the new ripples in the glowing digestive pond were quickly overtaken by much larger waves as the woman around them began to move once again.
June reached toward her nightstand, moving just a bit quicker now. Maybe she was feeling a bit more confident about the situation, maybe her hunger was driving her a little harder, or maybe something else was spurring her on. Whatever the case, she grabbed the open box of edible tinies and brought it closer again.
With noticeable hesitance, she reluctantly let go of the end of the stethoscope she’d been keeping pressed to her chest. She needed the free hand to maneuver. She pressed it against the bed and used it to push herself back- as gently as she could manage- scooching herself away from the edge toward the middle of her mattress, and then positioning herself with her back resting loosely against the headboard. She picked up the listening device as soon as she was done and quickly set it back against her skin.
“James?” she called.
“Uh-huh…” he mumbled back, almost too quiet for her to hear. All that moving of hers had gotten him lost again in the awe of her massive, powerful body.
“You ready for some more company?” she asked.
“Oh, yeah- um, sure,” he replied.
June rested her legs in a loose diamond shape with her knees half-bent and feet pressed together. She rested the box of tinies down against the inside of one thigh, with the open top pointing up at her. Her hand now free, she reached inside and plucked one out.
She looked at this one for a moment, taking in the fact that the tiny she was holding- the miniature woman she was about to swallow- would be her pet’s next visitor down in her stomach. More of that giddy excitement crept into her smile.
“Say high to James for me,” June said softly. And then she softly plopped the tiny in onto her waiting tongue. She didn’t provide the little snack any time to take things in as she had with James, but she did- intentionally or not- end up treating her rather gently. She sloshed the tiny girl around atop her tastebuds for a few seconds, until all feelings of dryness were gone, and then she gave a quick, natural *gulp*.
James stared up at the wrinkle of muscle that marked the edge of June’s throat, waiting near the center of her stomach on hands and knees, with her juices lapping at his chest, anticipating the arrival of her latest snack.
*squelch*
*splash*
A stupid grin- an even bigger one- crossed his face as he watched his owner’s body deposit yet another bit of food into her belly. Wiping the glowing spray from his face, he set his eyes on the newcomer.
The girl seemed quite disoriented at first, coughing silently and wiping June’s stomach juices away, but that only seemed to last a short while. Eventually she got her eyes open and began looking around- rather calmly, even. She looked up at the opening that had dropped her- now tightly shut; around at the walls; down at the glowing fluids; and, of course, at the two other tinies she found already inhabiting this strange place.
In fact, once she seemed to realize that there were exactly two others in there with her, she looked back and forth between them a number of times, apparently confused. She looked to the tiny man, cowering up against the fleshy walls, and then to James, crouched there watching her, and then back and forth again.
Eventually, she seemed to settle on James. Trying not to fall over, she raised one hand and awkwardly waved hello.
“Hi,” he said back. “Welcome to June’s stomach. Hey, June, she actually said hello like you asked.”
June felt a definite, strong twinge at her crotch. She placed a hand against the middle seam of her shorts. They were wet. She resisted the urge to rub.
The newcomer looked at James with confusion, then took another look around, she didn’t seem interested or impressed like him, just bewildered.
Weird, it’s like she doesn’t even know what a stomach is, he thought. Oh! Maybe she doesn’t? After all, most of what he knew he’d learned from June, but edible tinies didn’t have owners to teach them. His train of thought was interrupted as June started to move again, tossing him and the other tinies onto their sides as she lurched.
These have to come off, she thought to herself, trying to undo the button on her waist one-handed. Eventually she was forced to drop the stethoscope again. Using both hands she quickly undid the button, moved the box of tinies to rest against the headboard, straightened her legs and wriggled out of her shorts.
She looked down at herself, feeling the blood rushing around her newly exposed crotch. She spread her legs again, moving back into that diamond shape, and felt her slick-stained skin peel apart.
Wow, if I’m this worked up with just three of them in there…
She grabbed the box of tinies again and rested it back against her now-bare inner thigh- far enough down where it was still dry. With her hand so close to her parting slit, she felt the urge to touch herself, but with a bit of self-control she reached inside the box instead, picking up the stethoscope again with her other hand.
“You ready for more in there?” she asked.
“Yes!” came James’ excited response.
“Good, cause here they come.”
June picked another tiny out of the box, and giving it a passing glance, shoved it into her mouth. She slathered the snack rather hastily with her drool and then gulped. She might have been imagining it, but she almost thought she could feel the path of her food as it traveled down her neck and disappeared from view into her chest, on its way down to meet James in her stomach.
*splat*
She heard the dim sound from within as her latest mouthful arrived, but it was immediately followed by another, louder noise.
*GROWL*
“I think your stomach wants more,” came James’ voice from inside her, “There’s lots of room in here.”
He was right, those tiny morsels felt like teases to her empty belly, but with every little swallow…
June reached down toward the box again but felt her privates calling to her. She faltered for a moment before shoving the hand into the pile of tinies again, this time coming out with three of them. She practically tossed them into her mouth, without even a second thought, and a moment later gave a strong gulp, and then another.
Inside, James’ excitement was mounting. June was starting to eat like she usually did. He could hear the powerful swallows coming from above, becoming more frequent, and with every one of them came new tinies- new snacks to fill her hungry belly.
He watched them arrive, one after the other, sometimes two at a time, each splashing down into the rising tides of stomach juices and reacting in their own way. One nervously ran to the nearest wall and tried to climb back up the slick folds, slipping back into the acids before he could get a single foothold. One inspected the hot, glowing fluids that bathed him, running his hand through it. Another looked around in general bewilderment. And yet another flailed and then shoved himself inside a tight fold of fleshy wall, as if he could hide from it all.
And then suddenly he felt a shudder run through the immense body around him, and he heard his owner give a quiet moan as her heartbeat quickened.
“June?” he called.
June’s fingers were between her lower lips. She’d finally given in, having built up the tension as high as she could stand. She heard her pet’s call over her own shaky breaths, but she didn’t immediately respond. He heard those shaky breaths and called again.
“June? Are you okay?”
‘Am I okay?’ asks the tiny sitting in my stomach!? She clenched around her digits.
“Great,” she replied.
James could very much tell that there was something off about her reply, but suddenly his mind was preoccupied with a new feeling. Well, not really a new one, but one which had suddenly gotten a lot stronger. It was a strange kind of excitement, and something about her voice had just kicked it up to a new level. If he hadn’t been surrounded by the heat of her body and resting in a pool of her hot acids, he might have felt a particular warmth somewhere special.
Gently June slipped her fingers against her inner folds, out and then in and then out, just a short distance, giving another shuttering breath. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this sensitive.
*GURGLE*
Her hunger was a firm desire itself, though. She’d starved herself all day and was just aching to fill her belly. Especially now that her body was demanding that energy for other things. For a moment she almost took her hand off her chest, but she stopped before those fingers had hardly budged. That hand was James’ lifeline, it needed to stay. Kneading her sensitive flesh on the way out, she pulled her other hand away from her crotch and shoved it into the box of tinies.
Three more snacks came out, and into her mouth they went, only briefly glimpsing the outside world. Her hand wandered back to her bits as she slipped her snacks round her tongue.
*gulp* *schlick*
“Urmmm….”
*gulp* *schlick* *shlick*
*shlick* *gulp* *schlick* *schlick*
One by one she swallowed her snacks down, working her fingers gently as they descended into her steamy depths. And then one by one she heard them arrive, distinct little splats within the constant soundscape of her innards. She imagined James watching each one, slowly running out of free space as her belly filled, the walls of her gut beginning to slosh them around.
*guuurgle*
*schlick* *schlick*
“Shit!” she muttered, as a particularly strong shutter shook her body, knocking the box of tinies from her thigh onto the bedspread. A handful of snacks tumbled out onto the space between her legs, at the edge of the damp spot she was busy making. They looked around in a daze, a couple of them locking eyes straight onto her looming, dripping sex with her fingers still wedged inside.
She pulled her hand out and moved quickly to grab the box and set it back upright, then rounded up all five of the escapees in a single handful and stuffed them into her mouth.
“June?” came a concerned call from her stomach, but she was a bit distracted by the many wriggling limbs pressing against her tongue, which didn’t leave her in much of a position to respond anyway. She stuffed them into one cheek to get them out of the way and then sucked one to the center again to work over.
*gulp*
More playmates for James.
Her hand slipped south again, and as she worked another tiny onto her tongue, she began working her fingers back into her slit, rubbing against her button on the way.
“Mmmmm….”
*gulp*
Even the tinies she hadn’t worked over with her tongue were getting nice and wet by this point- as were her nethers. She sucked two at once from her cheek, pressing them into the back of her throat as she pressed her digits further back as well.
*gulp*
She sent them down to spend some quality time with her pet.
Almost without meaning to, she began to arch her back and buck her hips a bit as she maneuvered the last masticated tiny onto the pink runway to her belly. She held the snack there for a moment as she worked herself up, letting her mouth flood with drool, and then-
*gulp*
“Oooo…”
“June!? Wha- what’s going on? Are you okay?”
Her pleasure dulled a bit. She couldn’t just ignore him, he was sitting in her stomach for god’s sake, and he sounded like he was really starting to worry. Thinking of James getting scared was not helping her mood. She could lie, make something up, but that didn’t feel right when he was the reason she was enjoying herself so much.
“I’m, uh… masturbating,” she admitted, more than a little embarrassed.
“…You’re what?”
…June paused for a minute at his reply and then broke out laughing, taking a few shaky breaths in between, her body still rather tight with pleasure.
Of course he doesn’t know what that means! Where would he have learned it from? she realized.
James rocked with the bouncing of her stomach, a couple of other tinies knocking into him. He felt relieved that everything seemed to be okay, but still confused.
“Masturbation,” she repeated. “It’s… haven’t you ever rubbed between your legs? You know, to feel good?”
‘Rubbed between my’… James put a hand to his crotch, he was rock hard.
“Oh- oh! Wait- you can do that too?”
“Kinda in the middle of it,” she reminded, though this exchange was oddly cute enough that her annoyance was mostly playful.
“But you don’t have a-” his vocabulary failed him again, “-a thing.”
She paused for a moment, a little confused herself, until she realized that while James had seen her naked, he’d probably never seen anything up close. He’d certainly never seen her jilling before; she preferred the bathroom for that where she could clean up easily.
“I thought maybe only tinies had them,” he added. June laughed again.
“Your ‘thing’ is called a ‘penis’, you have one because you’re a boy- well, biologically anyway, I’m not getting into gender. I’m a girl, so I have something else: a vag. Er- vagina.” She felt almost like she was a little kid again, explaining the world to her new pet tiny, not that she’d really known much about the world- let alone sex- at that age.