Story 1

The Warm Place


	Cold wind cut into Thomas as he labored to continue moving forward in the inhospitable snowy landscape. The sudden arrival of a blinding snowstorm during an otherwise simple trip from his cabin to the nearby village had been disorienting enough to send him in an unknown direction. Even with his adequate attire of heavy fur clothing, snowshoes and a backpack full of supplies Thomas didn't stand a chance of survival overnight without some form of shelter and heat.

	The situation was looking more and more hopeless, every step was agonizing as Thomas felt his limbs go numb and the cold sucking the life from him. His legs gave up and Thomas fell to his knees and stared onward into the featureless white of the blowing snow around him. He lay down on his front and felt the lull of sleep beginning to take hold. Suddenly he heard the sound of boots crunching on snow coming his way. Through heavy eyelids Thomas saw a tall blond haired woman approaching him, she was dressed in highly inappropriate attire for the current climate. Unlike Thomas she wore a light set of furs that left her head, arms, hands and belly exposed, as well as ample cleavage. Her exposed skin was a pale white that seems unnaturally bright in the snowy environment. Thomas assumed he was hallucinating and finally lowered his head to embrace sleep and death.

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	Thomas woke up somewhere dark, his backpack and snowshoes were gone. He felt around the area trying to understand his surroundings and discovered the walls were made of soft fur. However, the most troubling thing about his current predicament was the terrible cold he continued to feel, as if he was still lying out in the snow. The strange new environment shifted and briefly wobbled up and down, then the chamber was flooded with light.

	Large fingers quickly dipped into the chamber and plucked Thomas from the fur pouch. The rapid ascent made him retch. When his head stopped spinning, Thomas found himself staring into the large blue eyes of the woman he thought to have hallucinated earlier. They both continued to study each other in silence, and then the enormous woman spoke.

	“How do you feel?” She asked, her voice was calm and sweet.

	“C-cold,” Thomas replied, his throat was raw and his voice hoarse. The strange woman smiled, but Thomas felt horrifying implications from the expression. “How did I get so small?”

	“I shrunk you, it was the only way to quickly move you into shelter.” Said the woman, her tone becoming increasingly positive. “You're very lucky I found you, it's nasty out there, but we should be quite comfortable in my home. It sounds like you really need to warm up.”

	Thomas was conflicted, this strange woman clearly saved his life but the ability to reduce him to this size was the mark of some foul sorcery. If she didn't have a malicious intent, why had she left him this way? His thoughts became clouded as the cold feeling worsened and he shivered in her grip.

	“Do you like my mouth?” The woman asked, a bizarre and, quite frankly freighting question for Thomas in his current predicament. Before he could respond, the chill seemed to intensify once again, causing his skin to crawl and bones to ache. On cue with the new wave of discomfort, the woman held Thomas slightly closer to her plump pink lips. She pursed them and blew warm sweet smelling breath over his tiny form. For a moment the pain and chill subsided, Thomas couldn't help but gasp with relief.

	“S-so warm, I need m-more.” Thomas sputtered, the chill beginning to intensify once again.

	“You poor thing,” cooed the woman. She giggled and opened her mouth wide, exhaling another wave of warm air on Thomas. “Why don't you crawl inside? You'll find all the warmth you need in my belly.” She licked her lips.

	“N-no, d-don't e-eat me.” Thomas said, with chattering teeth. The chill was overwhelming the fear he wanted to feel. The proposition was still tempting, despite leading to certain death, if it meant escape from the cold.

	“You'll be fine, just climb in and warm up” She said in a smooth welcoming tone. Her hand moved directly in front of her lips and her mouth slowly opened, the tongue extended out, nearly bumping into Thomas. He wasn't convinced but the chill once again intensified, an icy burning sensation surged through his body. The feeling was overwhelming, Thomas abandoned any doubts and grabbed hold of the tongue. As he hoisted himself onto the squishy platform it slowly began to withdraw back into the cavernous mouth. Once Thomas had positioned himself in the center of the tongue it had fully withdrawn inside. He looked around the pink fleshy chamber, filaments of saliva hung between the clean white teeth, the light began to fade as the woman slowly closed her mouth, sealing Thomas inside.

	The agonizing chill Thomas had felt almost completely subsided as he delved into the mysterious feminine maw. The tongue shifted and pressed his body into her palate, followed by a low moan of delight echoing around him. Thomas felt the pressure on his body subside as the tongue returned to an idle position. From there the moist muscle bucked him into the air, the tip curled around his body and rotated him in between each bounce. The mouth opened once again and Thomas was thrust in between vicious looking molars into the woman's right cheek alongside a rapidly growing pool of saliva. Thomas was sloshed around the soft cheek flesh and thoroughly drenched in warm saliva, suddenly the saliva pool was sucked away. The woman quickly gulped down the buildup of liquid and transferred Thomas back onto her tongue.

	Thomas found himself staring into the dark abyss of her gullet, with the chill subsiding he was once again fearful of the situation. The tongue tilted and sent him sliding forward, Thomas fell past the tongue into her throat. The opening was not quite large enough to immediately accommodate him, for a moment he waited, before a tremendously loud gulp echoed around him and the throat sucked Thomas down. The muscular flesh of the esophagus squeezed him tightly as he began his slow descent into the warm bowels of the strange woman. The loud thumping of her heartbeat intensified as Thomas moved past her collarbone. To an outside observer, he no longer existed, he was just a traveling morsel moving unseen behind the soft flesh of the woman's substantial breasts. Finally, the rhythmic contractions delivered Thomas to the entrance of the stomach. His legs were pushed through the sphincter and momentarily halted the descent before it opened again and dumped Thomas into the woman's soft belly.

	The wrinkled walls of her stomach pulsated calmly, it was dark but a faint red glow allowed some degree of visibility. Thomas looked around shifting fleshy environment, it was empty. He felt the stomach shift and sway as she moved around, a hiccup echoed from high above, but it hardly stood out among the constant gurgles of the digestive system and thumping of her heart. Thomas lost his footing and tumbled into the stomach wall as the environment shifted, the woman had lain down on her bed. Small indents appeared on the the flesh above Thomas as she gently patted her belly.

	“I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Sophia, welcome to my stomach.” Her voice was muffled but easy enough to understand. It was pointless for Thomas to try and reply, even if he shouted as loud as possible it would be overwhelmed by the sounds of her body. “I'm going to sleep now, I suggest you do the same. Too much struggling might give me gas and that wouldn't be any fun for either of us.” Sophia yawned loudly and shut her eyes. Thomas followed her suggestion, his journey into her stomach had left him fatigued. He nestled into one of the soft folds of the stomach lining and drifted into a comfortable sleep, finally free of the cold.

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	Loud rumbling and convulsions inside the stomach startled Thomas awake. He had no idea how much time had passed, Sophia was clearly still sleeping. Now that the chill of death wasn't breaking him down he would be glad to be free of her innards. He did not want to dwell on her eagerness to swallow him down, Thomas hadn't really been in a position to argue the idea. The temperature of the stomach was becoming increasingly unconformable for Thomas, still wearing his heavy fur clothes. He stripped down to the nude and held the pile of clothing close, fearful of the stomach breaking it down. The fleshy sack rumbled once again and shifted position as Sophia stirred in her sleep. The movement flung Thomas forward and separated him from his clothing pile. He scrambled to find it, sliding down into the deepest point in the stomach after the position change. Unfortunately the damp ball of clothing had settled on top of the sphincter leading to the small intestine, the stomach rumbled loudly once again and other gurgles erupted from somewhere below. Thomas rushed forward as the sphincter opened and pulled most of the clothing through, he managed to grab hold of something as it opened again to finish the job. The powerful muscles pulled his arms inside, the pressure and pain forced him to release his grip. The sphincter paused for a moment, as if it was contemplating what to do with Thomas then released his arms and quickly closed again. He couldn't help but find his discrimination from the sphincter peculiar. Thomas's thoughts were interrupted by his environment shifting once again as Sophia finally awoke and sat up.

	Sophia felt her new tiny occupant moving around her belly, her stomach grumbled loudly for food. She stood up and decided to look through the supplies carried by that unfortunate traveler. Inside the bag she found several pieces of bread and dried meat, as well as a waterskin. She grabbed the bag of food and addressed its owner inside her gut.

	“Good morning, did you rest well?” She asked, knowing she would get no answer. Unsure if it would even be possible to hear the man inside her, and she didn't care to try. His response was a series of taps against her stomach wall, Sophia stifled a laugh from the oddly comfortable feeling. She sat down and began to eat, quickly swallowing several large mouthfuls of meat and bread.

	Thomas had punched and kicked the walls in an attempt to communicate with Sophia, eliciting no response besides laughter, much to his dismay. The stomach groaned and Thomas heard multiple loud gulps echo from above. Shapeless globs of light and dark food rained down from the sphincter high above. The stomach convulsed with intensified movement and acid began to drip from the walls, eager to break down the new meal. Thomas was horrified and disgusted by the new arrival, he resumed beating on the stomach wall while trying to avoid the piles of slop beginning to form. Sophia continued to eat, enjoying the simple but tasty food. She felt the man in her belly begin to tap against the walls even harder.

	“Sorry about that, you must be hungry too, I'll send down a more intact piece.” Sophia took a bite of dried meat and swallowed it whole. “By the way your food is delicious, thanks for sharing.” She felt the chunk of meat land in her stomach.

	The mushy piles of chewed food continued to pile up, Thomas was furious with the way Sophia was acting. He waded through the thick globs of food in search of the solid piece of meat she had benevolently sent down for him. He finally found the large chunk of meat, partially submerged in slop but perfectly edible. Despite the disgusting conditions Thomas still couldn't deny his own hunger. He slumped against a nearby wall and tried to eat the cleaner parts of the meat as fast as possible. The stomach writhed and gurgled with activity, working hard to break down the increasingly large pile of food.

	Water began to dump into the stomach, forcing Thomas to seek higher ground. It mixed with the mass of food to create a thick disgusting soup. Suddenly the entire stomach convulsed inwards, throwing Thomas into the disgusting mixture. Sophia burped loudly and patted her belly, feeling full and satisfied. She felt the tiny man tumble around and struggle to resist the chaos of her stomach digesting the large meal. She released a smaller series of burps and giggled.

	Thomas fought hard to keep his head above the thick liquid violently sloshing around the stomach, his thoughts drowned out by increasingly loud gurgling all around him. Despite his best efforts he swallowed several mouthfuls of the watery slop, nearly causing him to vomit. The stomach contents began to drain deeper in Sophia's bowels, giving Thomas some relief. He dragged himself onto a now exposed part of the stomach wall and slumped into a soft fleshy fold like it was a pillow. He went to sleep, overcome with exhaustion and covered in filth.

	He awoke to more water pouring into the stomach, Thomas rushed under the flow to rinse himself off and drink some for himself. He tried to keep his footing inside the fleshy prison as its owner moved around. Sophia was tidying up her home and reorganizing her collections of trinkets. She was happy to feel the man in her belly moving again, it seemed the firsthand experience of her digestion had been an unconformable experience for him. Not that she cared, he would just have to get used to the hospitality of her belly. Sophia felt pressure building inside her rectum, inside her stomach Thomas heard several loud gurgles echo from far below. She felt a rumble in her lower abdomen and finally released the large blast of hot air between her soft buttocks. Unlike Thomas, his lost clothing manged to escape Sophia's gurgling gut, thanks to her flatulence. Sophia felt the tiny soiled bits of clothing accompany her fart and reached into the back of her panties to retrieve them.

	“I just got wind of your missing clothing, unfortunately my bowels didn't like them.” She teased, holding the stinky pile of clothing in the palm of her hand. “At least you won't be needing them anymore, right?” She tossed the foul clothing into the fireplace.

	Soon after, Sophia felt another buildup of pressure in her rectum, it was time to release her feast from earlier. She wandered over to her chamber pot, pulling off her panties, and squatting down. She relaxed her anus and released a single large brown log of waste, followed by a clamor of farting. As she did her business she thought about the man in her stomach and her good fortune of finding him. He was so easily swayed to willingly enter her body by a simple illusion of cold that nearly claimed his life. Not that his willingness would've really been any barrier to her actions, but toying with him had been entertaining. Her anus flexed one final time, a small fart signaled the end of her steamy delivery.

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	Life went on for Thomas as he remained trapped inside Sophia's belly, every day becoming more acquainted with her body. Her constant heartbeat and the gurgles of her digestive system became a comforting ambiance within his prison of feminine flesh. He was made well aware of every burp, fart and hiccup coming out of Sophia, as well as every meal she sent within. She spent great lengths of time having one sided conversations with him, sometimes teasing the idea of releasing Thomas, for some new way to entertain herself with his tiny form. She never addressed him by his real name, and Thomas had no way of telling her as long as he remained in her belly. His only interaction with the outside world beyond his struggles to communicate with Sophia came from the muffled voices of shopkeepers when she bought supplies from the very same village he had intended to visit. All of them unaware of a man they once knew living inside her belly. Sophia was apathetic to any desire for freedom Thomas had, but over time she developed a great degree of protectiveness over him. She loved to have someone to talk to, even if they could only respond by tickling the inside of her gut.



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