Swallowed by the Sky

[fancomicsjohn]

I found the vortex in an alley behind the train station. It looked like a rip in the air, shimmering with static. My friend had dared me to walk through it, said it’d be a joke. I laughed, stepped in—and felt the world dissolve. My skin prickled as I shrank, bone by bone, until I was the size of a mouse. The alley loomed like a cathedral. I scrambled out, heart pounding, and crashed into something soft. A boot. A voice rumbled like an earthquake: "Well, well. What’ve I stepped on?"

She was wearing a heeled boot, but the rest of her was... gone. Just the boot, and the floor tilting into shadows. I stared up at the seam of her ankle, trembling. She bent slowly, picking me up with her finger. "You’re tiny," she muttered. Her perfume hit me first—sweet and musky, like flowers and sweat. Then her breath, hot and wet, tickling my face. I froze as she dragged me toward her. "Don’t scream," she whispered, though I couldn’t have if I tried.

Her other foot crunched down next to the boot, and I saw her: a mountain of woman, at least fifty stories tall. Her skin glistened with sweat, her thighs pressed together like canyon walls. I was trapped between them, staring at her mons, a desert of curls and creases. She laughed, low and throaty, then rolled her hips. The movement sent me skidding toward her slit. I felt the heat before anything else—a furnace, sucking at my clothes. "You’re trembling," she purred. "You’re gonna like this." Her hand, vast and clawed with rings, closed around my back. I whimpered as she pressed me to her lips, the softest, warmest place I’d ever touched.

She didn’t kiss me. She sucked. Her lips closed over my head, her tongue swirling like a hurricane. I gasped as she swallowed me whole. No warning, no mercy—just a vacuum, a stretch, and I was inside. A tunnel of velvet collapsed around me, her saliva slick on my skin. I was buried up to my waist now, her breath deep and rhythmic. "Mmm," she hummed, moving me up and down. "So tiny. So sweet." Her jaw clamped around me, her teeth grazing my ears. I couldn’t move. She could’ve crushed me with a blink.

She slid me deeper. My thighs were under her tongue now, my cock throbbing as she hollowed her cheeks. "I could eat you," she growled. "Swallow you for real." I begged, my voice cracking, but she just laughed. Her hand squeezed my nuts, hard—too hard—and I came, hot and fast, spilling into her mouth. She drank every drop, humming louder. "Good boy," she said, spitting me out onto her knee. I lay there, shivering, as she used her fingernail to draw lazy circles on my chest.

Then she stood, and I saw the truth. Her legs were just the start. She had a whole world—tables, chairs, skyscrapers, all of it miniatures in her lair. She’d made me a drink, a teacup full of wine that tasted like blood and honey. "Drink," she ordered. I did, and the cup burned down my throat, making me dizzy. "Now, let’s grow," she said. Her arms pinned me to her chest, her fingers spreading across my skin. I felt it: my veins lighting up, my bones cracking and stretching. Her tits pressed against my back as she held me down, whispering, "Bigger... bigger..."

I woke up half-hard under her sheets, her breath in my hair. She was gone, but the room was hers—posters on the walls of sites like giantess.video and yesgiantess.com, relics of her hunger. I was still swollen, her wine pumping in my blood. My phone was a brick now, my hands too big for the furniture. I ran to the mirror. My eyes bulged. My cock jutted like a flagpole. I’d never be small again.

The door creaked open. She stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the light. "You’re ready," she said. I tried to speak, but she shushed me with a finger to her lips. We walked to the train station, her by my side. I was the same height as her collarbone now, my legs useless without her cradling me. She tossed me into her mouth with a smirk, and I screamed as I sank into her again, the tightness, the taste of iron, the taboo—

scat-fantasy.net has a story like mine, they probably do. My cum mixes with her spit, my fingers claw at her throat. She swallows, and I’m lost in a world of her, all heat and pressure, growing wild and mad as she holds me inside her, her favorite snack.