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I have you in the palm of my hand as I remove your panties with my teeth, while you feel my warm breathing over your belly. I can only imagine how your hips would start to buckle as you try to press your crotch against a tongue of that size, caressing you with its tip.

I have you in one hand, as I slowly stroke my shaft with the other while I tease you with my mouth until I’m ready to finish. I lower you and press your chest against the mushroom head. It must look bigger than a punching bad from your perspective.

I continue stroking myself with your body until you start to feel my flesh rumbling and rapidly getting more swole. Without a warning, my hand flicks violently, removing you from under my manhood and positioning your face right in front of the slit. It starts spitting its white, thick, and sticky streams, hitting your face first. Then your neck. Then your face again, but also your belly. You get drenched, spurt after spurt, with my hot seed, as the bursts hit you one after another.

Y. Kuroiwa, T. Kikuhide, Shounen Jump

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Summary: Being stuck with the Avatar Of Sloth has been a breeze so far! You’ve survived Vore day with zim unscathed–until ze goes to sleep.

Featuring: NB Giant/Tiny Reader, Oral Soft Vore, Fatal Digestion, Unwilling Prey, Unaware/Sleeping Pred, Vore Day

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Sure, you’d been transported to hell. But soon, you’ll be back on Earth for sure.

The deal they gave you was simple: survive seven days with one of the Avatars Of Sin, and then, your freedom would be granted to you. You chose the Avatar Of Sloth for this challenge, because you figured such a fellow would be pretty easy to live with.

And so far, you’ve been right! Sure, Sloth shrunk you down a bit—you now stand at five inches tall—but other than that, it’s been a breeze! You’re now on Day 3, and even though it’s Vore Day, the Avatar has been too busy sleeping to think of any tasks or obstacles for you, nevermind eat you. This’ll be a piece of cake!

You currently reside at a tiny bed on a table, next to where Sloth is sitting. The demon settled into a bean bag chair to “relax”, but now, ze’s snoring away. You smile and prepare to sleep yourself. But then, you hear it.

“Ungh. . . Food. . .”

You sit up and turn to Sloth. The Avatar has talked in zir sleep a few times now. Seems like ze’s doing it again. . .

“Sloth?” you call out, watching the demon with a mix of awe and confusion. “Are you ok?”

“Hungry. . .” the avatar mumbles in zir sleep. “So hungry. . .”

Without warning, zir hand crashes down in your direction—and before you know it, zir large, metal fingers have closed around your body! You yelp in surprise, trying to get out of this. “Sloth, come on, let g—”

As you turn to the demon, what you see makes you freeze. The tired avatar has zir mouth open very, /very/ wide—and the hand holding you is heading right towards it! You start to panic and fight even more, crying out, “Sloth, please! WAKE UP!”

But the demon is still asleep, and zir hand is rushing towards zir hungry maw. And then, in one smooth motion, ze’s palm slams into zir open mouth, throwing you between zir lips. Shit!

You land on Sloth’s fat, slobbery tongue, which immediately gets to work licking you up. You cry out as it tastes you, aggressively sucking the flavor out of your body with every lick. It presses you against zir cheek, then tosses you to the other side, treating you like a simple piece of meat. A squirming one, but meat nonetheless.

“LET ME OUT!” you manage to scream as you’re tasted. By now you’re absolutely covered in spit and drool; your entire body is soaked with the stuff. It drips off your skin in waves, and just when you think you’re rid of it, that tongue comes again, and covers you once more.

You thrash, panicked, and try to go towards Sloth’s open lips, scrambling to escape this nightmare. But then, zir mouth suddenly closes, trapping you within. After that, you are sampled once more by the hungry demon, and a small, satisfied, “Mmmmmm,” echoes around zir maw.

“Come on Sloth, WAKE UP!” you shout. “T-This isn’t funny! You have to GET UP and—AUGH!”

You are interrupted as the tongue shoves you backwards, and you feel your feet dangling over an open area—/fuck/, that has to be the demon’s throat! “No no NO!” you cry, scrambling to try and escape. “Don’t swallow, PLE—”

A strong /gulp/ interrupts your plea, and your legs are wrenched into the strong grip of Sloth’s esophagus, trapping them inside. Fear threatens to overtake you, but you try one more time. “WAKE UP!” you beg Sloth. “PLEASE WAKE UP!”

“Food. . .” the Avatar mumbles. Ze’s clearly still asleep—fuck! “Need food. . .”

“I’M NOT FOOD!” you screech. “DON’T EAT ME, JUST—”

/Gulp!/

A final swallow sucks claims the rest of you, and then, you’re stuck in zir throat. The esophagus squeezes around your small body as you slip deeper. Down, down you go, for what feels like forever, until forever ends and you’re spat into the growling belly.

You land face-first in a pile of mushy, disgusting chyme, something that smells like rotten cabbage. You manage to sit up in the pile as you adjust to your new surroundings. Below you the stomach is churning, making it impossible to sit still in here as it breaks down the food beneath you. All around, the gut growls, and liquid drips from its rubbery walls. You reach out, and find you can touch the boundaries of the stomach.

So you reach out and bang on them, as hard as you can. “HELP!” you cry. “SLOTH, WAKE UP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You slip a few times, thanks to the moving floor, but for a few long moments you hit the wall, hoping to get Sloth’s attention, praying ze will wake up.

But nothing happens—there’s no reaction from zem whatsoever. You collapse against the broken-down food beneath you. Is that your fate, to be ground up and digested too? Your heart pounds in fear at the notion.

The gut lets out a loud grumble, and then, juices start to rain down. A moment later, your form is covered in the stuff, gooey liquids that make your skin feel slightly tingly. Oh fuck . . . are these digestive acids? Shit, shit, SHIT!

You go back to the walls of the belly and try again. “PLEASE, SLOTH!” you beg. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” You hit harder and scream louder, hoping for an escape. You don’t want to die in this stomach, as a little piece of food!

But there is still no response from the sleeping Avatar. Just as you prepare to try again, a new round of digestive enzymes pours onto your body, making everything feel tingly and melty and /wrong/. You feel weak and tired, and you fall on your knees, completely unable to get the energy to stand up. You can hear your heartbeat, and your breathing gets louder, more panicked. Are you really going to die like this?

. . . Apparently so. The gut groans loudly and releases more juices upon you, sapping your strength away even more. With each passing second, you can feel yourself slipping away. You’re going to lose the deal. . . What will happen to you now? You shudder, wondering what the demons of hell might do to you. . .

You close your eyes, giving into your weakened body’s cries, and a moment later, you black out. The stomach lets out a gleeful gurgle, and a moment later, acids rain down on you as digestion truly begins. . .

Guess you didn’t survive Vore Day after all.

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Sloth blinks and lets out a big yawn. Ze sits up from on the beanbag chair, and turns to where you were sleeping. But you’re not there. Huh, that’s strange. . .

The Avatar frowns, wondering where you went—and then, a loud /BUUUUURP/ leaves zir lips. Ze can taste a familiar flavor on zir tongue, and a moment later, ze realizes it is the taste of you.

Looking down, Sloth sees a new layer of pudge has formed on zir belly, visible evidence of the mark you’ve made on zim. “I gotta stop sleep-eating like this,” ze mumbles, letting out a tired sigh. “Oh well. Seems like they were tasty though. . .”

With a shrug, the Avatar goes off to face the day. You ended up as zir food, and made quite a tasty Vore Day snack.

Now that you lost the deal, hell will have quite a fun time with you . . . but that’s a story for another day.

Happy Vore Day! by @AnnDViant

https://shrunken-women-board.com/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?f=26&p=52824#p52824

I met her when I first moved into the neighborhood. A petite young woman with long, honey blond hair, big grey eyes behind cute glasses, a cute pierced nose, and a daring, witty personality. She introduced herself as Heather, and we had an on and off relationship of bantering and deep conversations over the phone.

Of course, I’m shy, so I didn’t make a move. I had a feeling she was waiting for me to do something, but I didn’t know what.

At least, that was until I met her.

I met her at a neighborhood welcoming party a month later. Ms. Liz, the kind, reserved, subtly flirty older lady who lived a few houses down the street. She was a teacher, and she loved listening to me ramble on and on about stuff at my job or my thoughts about life. She was affectionate and sweet, a healthy older woman with straight blond hair and bright eyes.I cleaned her pools, cut her lawns, even repainted her fence at one point. She seemed to enjoy watching me work. And, if I’m being honest, I enjoyed being watched.

Liz was also sociable, and it was through her introducing me around that the neighborhood started to feel a bit more like a home. She spoke favorably of Heather, though there was a bit of a jealous tease whenever she spoke of her: “You need someone more mature then that one,” stuff like that. I didnt think much of it.

Then, one summer’s evening, everything changed.

It happened at a big pool party at Heather’s family house, where half the neighborhood was invited. Liz was dressed in a two piece bathing suit; blue top, black bottom. She looked elegant and refined, her long legs on display and her head crowned with a wide brimmed straw hat. I greeted her, told her she looked wonderful, because she did.

About an hour passed without much note. I hung out with lots of people, played volleyball and tag with the kids, endured a few lectures from some well meaning older folk. I noticed Liz go off into the house at one point, but I didnt investigate.

Then I saw Heather. Her curves were on full display in her dark blue one piece, and her eyes sparkled in the evening light.

She walked up to me besides the pool a teasing look in her gaze.

I don’t remember much immediately after that. I just remember making our way to her bedroom on the second floor, a single window letting in the evening light as we laid on her bed, laying up and looking up at Heather as she straddled me, when she leaned closer to me, and whispered in my ear:

“Wanna see something cool?”

Without waiting for a response, she slowly glided her hand down her chest, her waist, before hooking her left thumb in the bit of clothing between her legs and pulling out a tiny, disheveled looking Liz, barely even bigger than my index finger. She was naked and glistening with sweat and Heather’s juices.

I stared at her in abject shock, trying to look down at the panting little lady with empathy, her voice a tiny squeak as she coughed and tried to sit up in Heather’s palm.

But I couldn’t deny the sudden bulge that had arisen beneath my swimsuit. And, judging by the expression on Heather’s face, a slight flush with a sly grin, she couldn’t either.

“So, I had a little talk with Lizzy here,” Heather said, curling her fingers around the shrunken woman and brushing her thumb along her tiny head. “And, well, it turns out she has some very interesting ideas. Would you like to hear some of them?”

Unsure of what else to do, and trying to calm myself down, I nodded.

“Well,” Heather said with a grin, “apparently, she’s always wanted to be…. Well, quite frankly, used. A cute, squeaking little pet for two gorgeous younger people. She wants me to…. I dunno, sit helplessly in my hand as she watches us kiss-”

Heather cut herself off to grab my chin with her other hand, pressing her lips to mine, leaning clpse, and letting a soft groan escape her throat as she pushed Liz into my bare chest. Her teeny tiny form was warm and slick, and Heather’s fingers were like little electric shocks as they lighted upon my skin. Imagining the tiny woman, pressed suffocatingly close between our bodies as our heartbeats thumbed loudly, only made me harder.

Heather pulled away with a soft gasp. Her eyes were hungry, and I noticed Liz squeak in pain a little bit as her captor’s grip tightened.

“She also,” Heather went on as if nothing had happened, “would love it if I grabbed your little friend down there and helped you drive for a second… if you catch my drift.”

Heather sat up on her knees, her back arching and her eyes dark. Then she slowly hooked her right hand down my pants, pulling them off and wrapping her left - with Liz still trapped in her grasp - around the base of my manhood.

I gasped and bit my lip as I felt her touch. She applied just the slightest squeeze into her grip, drawing a soft moan from my own lips and a squealing yelp from Liz.

What followed was the greatest handjob I’d ever recieved in my life. Not only were Heather’s fingers magical in their ability to extract every bit of pleasure from me, but feeling Liz’s body being ground up against me, squeaking and moaning as her soft body was pressed against the surface of my length.

After a long while, when I was practically dripping with precum and trying my best to not finish too early, Heather finally released me.

“Aww, look at you,” she said, looking down at me with a smile and tracing her fingers along my thigh teasingly. You’re so cute……”

She held up Liz, who looked much worse off than I was.

“You did a number on her. Hopefully she doesn’t bruise.”

With that, Heather scooped her up, seemingly not caring that she was squeaking in fright.

“Uh,” I managed, “she doesn’t sound like she’s enjoying it anymore.”

“Oh, but we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet!” Heather pouted, then gently set Liz atop the length of my cock.

I watched in awe as the tiny lady wanted for a few seconds, then wrapped her arms legs around the flesh and began to kiss it.

“Looks like she’s still enjoying it,” Heather quipped, “and so are you, huh?” she finished, noticing the twitching coming from my member.

She brought her head down, whispering to the little lady as she worked. “Good job, you little slut. I bet you love it, working a young guys cock like that, knowing that you’re about to get sucked off yourself like a little snack. Keep going……keep kissing it, licking it, tasting it…. grind on it a little bit, he won’t mind, will you baby?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer before Heather bent over and kissed my head, letting her tongue force Liz against it before coaxing it - along with the upper half of Liz’s tiny body - into her mouth.

She worked wonders with her tongue. Every now and then she’d pull away to catch her breath and make sure Liz didn’t get too seriously injured, before diving right back in enthusiastically.

When she finally finished (as I also finished) she slowly pulled her mouth back, Liz’s little legs dangling from between her lips, kicking fearfully and uselessly.

Heather cooked her head back and slurped the little treat into her mouth, smacking her lips together for few moments and swallowing down the excess semen, before she opened her mouth to reveal Liz, squeaking in what had to be abject fear, drenched in saliva and a few thick strands of my own ejaculate. She was balanced unstably on Heather’s tongue, and I could hear a few hoarse pleas:

“…okay……l-let me out now, dear…… I-I’ve had enough…… t-this has been…… A-amazing…. But I’m ready to get back to normal now……”
I was ashamed to realize that the little pleas only made me hard all over again. Heather spoke, her voice a little muffled as her mouth made its way around Liz’s body:
“Mmm…… so…… You wanna finish her off?”
In a familiar pattern, she crawled on top of me before I could respond, straddling my waist and leaning down, pulling down the top of her swimsuit and pressing her bare chest against my own. I felt the hardness of her nipples and saw the adoring lust in her eyes as she brought her face a few inches away from my own. Her breath was hot, tinged with scents of cock and cum, and I could hear Liz’s anxious squeaks even clearer than before.
She gently traced a finger down my chest, her breathing soft as she gently pressed her slick lips against my own, in a deeper, hotter kiss than before. The fingers of her right hand gently intertwined with my own, and I felt a rush of heat come to my face. This was a more intimate kiss than before. Slower, gentler….
And with the added interest of a tiny woman squirming in between our tongues.
Heather reached down with her other hands and pulled aside the crotch of her swimsuit once again, revealing her glistening womanhood. Her breathing intensified, and she kissed me again, Liz tumbling onto my lips with a tiny squeak.
“You think this is hot, don’t you?”
Heather’s voice was a gentle tease, husky and low as she met my gaze. “Sharing a tiny little lady as we fuck at a pool party. Knowing that she’s utterly helpless. Her fate is already sealed, you know?”
I managed to respond, a soft “Y-Yeah?”
In my defense, I was nervous. It was a lot of firsts happening. First time with a girl, first time realizing shrinking tech was real, first time realizing just how beautiful Heather really was, her legs up in the air and kicking cutely as she looked down at me.

my tongue accidentally flicking against Liz as she tried to climb down from my lips. She let out a yelp, and froze. Evidently she’d decided against running away.
“Aw, she’s getting scared…. I mean, she probably knows that I’m planning to keep making out with you, her passing between our mouths and tongues for the next few minutes at least, and I’ll get treated to two sets of cute little squeaks: hers, as she begs and begs to be let go and put back to normal, and yours, baby!”
She cupped my cheek with her palm, her expression warm. “But that’s not all. I bet you lil Lizzy here probably knows that I’m planning to ride you until you’re fucking crying with her on the tip. I want your first time to be the greatest fucking thing on this earth, because it’s gonna be her last. I bet she knows I’m planning to fuck you up and down and sideways, her stuck inside me along with you. I want our screams, our moans, to be the last source of human contact she has to be two hot young people, in ecstasy over her demise. I bet she knows I’m planning to pull her, shivering and soaking and pleading from my pussy, covered in your cum and mine. And I bet she knows that, while I ride you one last time, I’m gonna fucking swallow her whole. I’m gonna clean her off first, my tongue is gonna go in every crack and crevice of her pathetic little body, coming as close to drowning her without actually doing it. Then I’m gonna suck, suck, suck her, like I just got done suck, suck, sucking your gorgeous cock, and as I finally cum I’m gonna swallow her down my throat, her helpless little squeaks of fright drowned out as I scream.”
Liz started to protest, her little voice a frightened whimper as she started to move again.
“Oh? It looks like our little friend’s getting so turned on…. Oh, she’s scared alright, but look at how she’s moving her legs…. Oh, she’s excited!”

With a delighted squeal, Heather leaned close and kissed me once again, cutting off her little voice and letting out a soft moan as our tongues met, pushing her down into my mouth. Heather’s fingers intertwined with mine, and she nibbled my bottom lip as she pulled back.
I bit my lip to hold back a moan, and she clicked her tongue reproachingly.
“C’mon, babe, let it out! I wanna hear you over the the little snack in your mouth.”
She started undulating her hips, humping me and massaging her breasts, and I let out a strong moan, my face hot as Liz tumbled about helplessly. It took everything I had for me to not swallow or choke on her, but thankfully Heather helped me out, pressing her mouth to mine and toying with her.
I couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Liz, tumbling about, fully aware that she was about to endure a strange, horrible fate.
And yet, I didn’t stop kissing her. Didn’t stop moving in response to the hot pair of hips on my waist, didn’t stop getting flustered as Heather took every breath to tell me how cute I was and how adorable it was that I was into this.
“And you wanna know the best part?” she said in between kisses, “Liz won’t even be the last one. She’ll be the first, yeah, but she’s quickly gonna be forgotten. There’s so many cute bitches I wanna shrink down and play around with with you, hell, there’s even a few guys I’d love to crush into tiny red spots as I touch myself to you, so many rivals I want your help in dealing with. We could do this every week, every day if you want. Liz is cute right now, yeah, but she’s nothing special.”
As if to to prove this point, she gently plucked Liz from her mouth, and roughly brought her onto my penis once again, setting her laying helplessly on the tip. Then Heather lowered herself onto me, and started riding, riding, riding. The visual of Liz disappearing beneath her folds as I felt her, bumping helplessly against Heather’s walls, forced all the way to the back by my tip, was… impeccably sexy, in a way I never will really understand.
Heather went on riding me for a couple of minutes, kissing and moaning and talking dirty to me in ways I’d never heard before. The sounds, the sights, the scents, the shrunken pet who was helpless through it all… what a way to lose one’s virginity.
Eventually Heather kissed me one more time, the wettest, hottest kiss, with the softest, gentlest moan, as she grinded against me with all she could.
She pulled back as I let out a yelp of ecstasy. A few tears did in fact leak from my eyes (more than a few but I’ll spare my dignity thanks), and stumbling in a thick load of my seed was Liz, squirming and crying and wailing as she sloshed onto the base of my cock.
Casually, Heather undulated her hips a few more times, clapping against me and threatening to crush Liz. Then, she reached down and picked the tiny woman up, still sticky with my seed and our saliva, and casually popped her into her mouth.
Heather leaned back, massaging her breasts as her tongue went to work. I could tell based on the quality of Liz’s cries, which were remarkably loud, that Heather was certainly granting Liz a euphoric sort of send off.
When the little woman screamed out in climax, Heather tilted her head back and slurped and gulped at Liz’s body like it was her last meal. She savored and ravished her, Liz pushing back desperately against the pink, plush instruments of destruction that were Heather’s lips, but it was all for naught.
Because all it took was Heather smacking her lips a few times and pushing Liz down with her fingers as she increased her speed, Heather’s own moans of approaching climax filling the room - as well as mine.
As she moaned, long and hard and proud, I noticed a thick bulge traveling halfway to her throat. Then she forced a swallow, and I watched in awed horror as the bulge that was Liz traveled down, and disappeared.
“Ahhh~” Heather finally slowed her pace, gently laying forward onto me and embracing me.
“Not bad for your first time,” she said in a ragged voice. “Mmmm, I can feel her inside of me. Pounding on my stomach, her little voice vibrating so nicely. I bet you could hear it too!”
She scooted up slightly and rolled onto the side of the bed, sitting up, crossing her legs, and patting her soft stomach invitingly.
“C’mon, give it a listen!”
Groggily, I sat up, and laid my head into her stomach. Sure enough, I could hear it - a faint, hoarse, desperate squeaking, constantly drowned out by the gurgling of Heather’s stomach juices. I laid like that for a long while, my head in her lap, listening to Heather’s heartbeat and stomach noises, along with the gently fading sounds of the tiny little treat who only a few hours ago I’d have thought of as the kind lady a few houses down.
Heather gently put a finger under my chin, guiding me to look up at her.
“You’re so cute,” she said, gently leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on my forehead. Then she guided us to the pillow and laid there, her voice getting a little quieter as we both started to doze off.
“So……” she managed before I fully drifted away. “Same thing, same time, next week?”