He can only watch helplessly as her cavernous mouth lowers, bringing with it his impending end. Even as the gaping maw of one gigantic lover approaches, the mountainous peak of the other’s rise in anticipation of the attention it’s about to receive; from both directions, these giantesses are forcing him to his doom.
The only thing in his field of vision now is her open mouth. Monolithic teeth larger than he is gleam down, brightly reflecting the sunlight streaming in through the window. Everything else is some shade or another of hungry, pulsating pink: her lips frame the entrance to an exquisite hell; her tongue writhes impatiently for action; her uvula mockingly points down to his fate. Except for her teeth, everything is in constant if slight motion, and he’s entranced by it. Her hot, moist breath wafts over him, like a firm but gentle breeze. Though she’s the size of a mountain, she really is a living being, and her mouth really is coming to swallow him. He’s paralyzed by the surreality of it, and he still can’t bring himself to even try to flee when he’s surrounded by humid darkness.
He’s in her mouth.
Her tongue forces itself on him, pressing him with urgency into the breast below him. He’s battered around as the giant muscle swirls with devoted energy on the soft skin, and he’s practically swimming in saliva. It’s oppressively hot and moist, and even drenched he’s not able to take the heat.
It’s something of a blessing that he passes out, because he’s unconscious when his captress, not even remembering that she’s trapped a living man inside her, swallows him while her focus is squarely on her lover. By the time either of them think to consider him, both of them floating in post-orgasmic bliss, her stomach has already done its work.
Neither of them thought of that little man again.
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