Kamala Khan Giantess/Size/Vore Greentexts PT2

>As you lie panting on Kamala's tongue, facing the dark entrance to her throat as you rub your erection against her soft, bumpy tongue, hearing her moan around you as she enjoys your taste, you begin to feel your climax coming
>You place your hand on her tongue, trying to stand up so you can warn her, when it slips in a pool of her warm saliva, putting your arm, head, and shoulders in the entrance to her throat
>Kamala, incidentally, chose that exact time to swallow some of the excess saliva in her mouth, accidentally dragging you into her throat by the arm with her strong throat muscles, engulfing your arm, head, and shoulders in the tight embrace of her gullet
>Apparently lost in some sort of fantasy as a result of your taste, she swallows again, your entire body slipping from her tongue and into her throat
>As you're squeezed down once more down her gullet to her hungry belly, too tired from being played with to resist, you cum hard, releasing what would normally have been an impressive load that is now so small that it's quickly washed away and diluted by the saliva coating Kamala's throat
>You land amidst the rest of her lunch on an island of mashed potatoes, squishing down into the pile of mashed spuds as her stomach groans happily at your presence
>The air inside her stomach, while still breathable, is thick with the scent of her food, as well as her stomach acids, which bubble noisily underneath your little island, working hard to digest your refuge as her belly gurgles and churns around you, the distant sound of Kamala's excited heart adding to the noise inside her belly
>Movement comes from outside as Kamala rubs her tummy, still fantasizing even after having eaten you
>She even gives out a cute burp, causing her stomach walls to close in more on her lunch and making the air a little lighter
>Only to snap out of it when the bell rings, signaling the end of lunch and the start of the passing period
>"Oh... oh no! Are you alright in there?!" she asks, panic in her voice as she realizes what she did
>Thankfully, this also serves to bring some more air into her belly, letting you breathe a little easier
>You walk down the island, reaching one of her stomach walls, and start to rub it gently, showing that you're fine
>She breathes a sigh of relief, blushing as she realizes what she did to you... again
>"I need to get to class... think you'll be fine in there?"
>You continue to rub, and she takes that as a yes, standing up slowly
>You stumble a little at her movement, but you're starting to get used to the constant shifting of being inside a human stomach
>At least, until Kamala starts running to get to her locker
>Then you're jostled around with the rest of the food in her belly, thrown into the thick sludge of her already digested lunch, becoming thoroughly coated in a mixture of milk-diluted stomach juices and mashed potatoes
>It's a good thing you both know that you can survive in there for at least an hour or so, if need be
>When she gets to her locker, you take the time to relocate the small island of food in her stomach, clambering on top of it to shelter from the stomach acids
>This time when Kamala runs you're able to stay seated amongst her food, although occasionally some liquid will splash over you or fall from above
>This is more interesting than sitting in her pocket, anyways, and in any case you were probably going to end up in here again so she could return you to her normal height
>As Kamala gets to her class just before the bell rings, taking her seat as the teacher starts to take roll, you lean back, enjoying the soft swaying of her belly as it works to digest her meal

>Eventually, you are lulled into sleep by the rhythmic churning, sauna-like heat, and soft burbles of digestion as Kamala's tummy digests her lunch
>Waking up who knows how many hours later by an especially loud gurgle to find that the island of chewed up food you were resting on has shrunken considerably
>The noise that awoke you being the digested slurry of Kamala's lunch draining into her intestines; a sound that's like a roaring river to your small ears
>Thankfully, the island has held up enough that you were able to sleep soundly up until now, without fear of being dragged further into Kamala's body or drowning in her stomach acids
>Though, after feeling around the island for a bit- now little more than a saliva coated bite of apple and some left over potatoes- you realize that if you're still in Kamala's belly when it happens the next time, you might not be so lucky
>Stepping off what's left of the island and onto the wrinkled "floor" of her stomach, you head over to one of the walls and start to rub on it to remind her of your presence
>Suddenly, the stomach squeezes in on you from all sides, trapping you tightly between its slimy, mucous covered walls, the rest of the undigested food falling to the bottom of her belly with a plop, landing next to the opening that led to her intestines
>Some of the more digested food is even passed through with a loud squelching sound, and as the walls grip you the fear that you might be squeezed in behind them enters your mind
>At the same time, the close contact with Kamala's soft stomach walls, pressing and rubbing against your body and coating you in their slick mucous is starting to make you hard again
>Through your pleasure you notice a subtle rippling motion, squeezing you gently upwards, to the top of the stomach, until you reach the entrance to Kamala's gullet
>You realize at this point that she must be using her power to regurgitate you without vomiting up what's left of her lunch
>You pass through it slowly, the sphincter slowly squeezing over your entire body in waves as you're forced out of the stomach and back into the throat
>As it passes over your crotch, squeezing your dick firmly, you swear you hear Kamala's heartbeat speed up
>The rippling continues, working almost in reverse as the soft flesh of her gullet kneads you, bringing you closer to her mouth until finally you land back inside of her mouth, exhausted
>Although you suppose it's better than being digested, or dying from lack of air or drowning from being shoved into Kamala's intestines
>Kamala plays with you in her mouth for a bit, wiping the thicker slimes and mucous off your body and replacing it with her saliva
>The treatment is too much, as you're already close to the edge from being squeezed back into her mouth, and you explode, your cum landing on her tongue and quickly disappearing into the rest of the fluids you share the cramped space with

>Kamala pauses at this, leaving you to come down from your orgasm in relative peace, your only stimulus the steady sound of her breathing, the sweet scent of her breath, and the soft, spongy tongue underneath you
>Suddenly, she presses you against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, your back to her hard palate while your front is smothered by her tongue
>She swallows, gulping down the fluids- and your cum- down to her stomach
>Leaning forward, she opens her mouth to let you fall onto her hand in a wet heap
>You're in some sort of shower stall; you can hear the sounds of other highschool aged girls talking outside, which makes you realize that this must be the girl's locker room
>You also note that Kamala is now wearing more gym appropriate attire that shows off just a little bit more of her body, although it's still more conservative than most
>And that the lack of vigorous movement in her stomach earlier means that Kamala is probably getting ready to start gym, not to leave it
>"Oh my gosh," she whispers, bringing you up to her face to examine you closer, "are you okay?! I thought I might've hurt you when you started rubbing my stomach like that, like you were trying to get my attention and I-"
>You assure her that you're fine, and she breathes a sigh of relief
>"That's good; I don't think I'd be that great of an Avenger if I let someone die like that... especially if I put them there in the first place..." tears start welling up in her eyes, which she quickly wipes away
>"Ever since the Civil War- the second one, that happened a little over a year ago- I've been trying to be a better hero to try and make up for... picking the wrong side. And I thought I was doing a pretty good job of that, up until yesterday when... this happened."
>"Now, just because of some stupid impulse that I had, you were almost killed AND you know my secret identity, AND you're stuck at this size until I put you inside me, grow, and take you out again! God, what was I thinking?!"
>Someone outside the stall calls out that changing time is almost up, making Kamala look at you nervously
>"...and I just realized that my gym clothes don't have any pockets."
>You're both silent in thought at this
>"I'd say you could just, y'know, go inside me again, but you look a bit hurt already and I don't think we can risk it."
>"I could also just put you in my locker, but then someone might find you."
>"I guess that leaves just one place for you to go..."
>Kamala reaches up to her collar, pulling her shirt away and plopping you in between her breasts, shoving you down in her cleavage with one finger
>Her tits may look small in comparison to other superheroines, but at your size and with the help of a tight bra you're completely engulfed by her soft, slightly sweet smelling flesh
>"Guess this will have to do..." she says, looking down at you with a blush, "just don't squirm too much and we should be fine."
>With that, she heads outside to join the rest of the class to do warmups
>Even without the gym teacher barking the name of each exercise, you probably could've guessed what she was doing by the motion of Kamala's body
>The forward-down motions followed by the backward-up ones were lunges
>The ones where Kamala's chest pressed even tighter around you, squeezing you tightly with a slight rising and falling motion were sit-ups
>And finally there were the jumping jacks, where your temporary home shook up and down, making you dizzy as you were jiggled around
>You're looking more than a little green by the end of them; Kamala however has barely worked up a sweat, the athletic life of a superhero being much more arduous than this
>Luckily, it turns out that the coach is just having everyone run laps, instead of a more vigorous, potentially dangerous (for you) sport
>The first few laps pass without incident, letting you enjoy the feeling of Kamala's breasts against your body with only her steady heartbeat and the occasional droplet of sweat as company
>Unfortunately, as her sweat builds up, gradually covering your body, you start to slip down further into her cleavage, until your lower body is dangling above the ground as you cling to Kamala's bra for dear life

>Sensing this, Kamala starts to slow down, but it's not enough; you lose your grip, sliding down Kamala's (slightly firm) abs and over her tummy towards the hard ground, just barely managing to grab the hem of her shirt before you hit the track
>Thinking fast, Kamala abruptly turns to the side, putting her back to everyone else and pulling open her running shorts and panties just enough for her to slip you inside them
>As you fall into her clothes, towards he waiting pussy, her clothes snap shut, leaving you trapped tight against her snatch in total darkness as she continues to run
>When you fell you flipped around, leaving you face to face with the entrance to her vagina, your body pressed against her lips and your feet somewhere near her clitoris
>Every movement she makes rubs you against it, forcing you into her folds as your upper body quickly becomes wet with her juices, your presence exciting her and causing her heart to race with pleasure
>Eventually, you start to slip inside, your head and then parts of your upper body becoming surrounded by her slick, silky-smooth walls
>The feel is similar to that of her stomach, yet wholly different at the same time; it's about the same temperature (though a little warmer), but the stench of digesting food has been replaced with the sweet scent of her vaginal fluids
>Which are now starting to cover you, with some even leaking outside of the hole to dampen her panties
>The walls have also started to clench you firmly, which you were small enough to avoid in her stomach; it's making breathing difficult as the air is compressed and your space shrinks because of the walls and the amount of lubrication that Kamala's body is producing
>You struggle to free yourself, which only causes the walls to tighten more, and you're forced to take a break when some of Kamala's liquids enter your mouth; the taste isn't unpleasant, sharing the same sweetness as the air with a slight salty taste, but it takes you by surprise
>Changing plans, you focus on the parts of your body that haven't been swallowed by Kamala's pussy, maneuvering them carefully so that you can get a hold on the outside of her body even as you start to get lightheaded from lack of oxygen
>Through this all, Kamala continues to run, heroically suppressing her moans as she feels you inside of her virgin hole, rubbing against her sensitive walls
>It takes a good bit of effort, but using your legs you manage to pull your body out enough to get a fresh (or as fresh as the inside of a girl's running clothes can be) breath of air
>After you've gotten your second wind, you slide down Kamala's body, now sufficiently lubricated to squeeze between her thighs, landing at the bottom of her panties
>Feeling that you're safe, Kamala readjusts her clothes, pulling them tight until you're trapped between her butt cheeks
>Coincidentally, your head is perfectly positioned in such a way that when she does so it lines up with her asshole, leaving you little choice but to press your face into the wrinkled hole in a way that almost looks like a kiss
>Meanwhile, your crotch is pressed against the area between Kamala's pussy and her cheeks, rubbing against her lubricated body as she continues to run
>The coach eventually spots Kamala's flushed face, and he calls her over to ask if she's alright
>"N-no, sir," she lies, trying to keep her voice as level as possible as she feels your head press into her ass, your diamond-hard dick pressed against her body, "I've been feeling sick since lunch."
>Hearing that, he tells her to hit the showers early and head to the office if she needs to
>She's practically already sprinting inside when he finishes giving her orders, making a beeline for the girl's locker room where she quickly sheds her clothing, grabbing your wet, tired body as well as a towel and her normal clothes as she heads towards one of the shower stalls

>Kamala drapes her towel and her clothes over one of the walls of the shower stall, placing your exhausted, cum coated body on the towel before starting up the shower
>Despite your painfully aching, tired body you work up the strength to flop onto your side so you can watch her shower
>At first you enjoy the show, watching the water cascade down Kamala's body; through her hair and down her backside, over her athletic, toned front, wetting her smooth skin until it glistens
>Then you notice her face, and the grimace she has, her eyes shut tight as if to hold in her tears
>When you see that, you just as painfully roll over so that your back is to her, giving her privacy as she finishes with her shower
>Eventually, Kamala shuts the water off and picks you up only long enough to set you on her clothes so she can towel off
>Reversing the maneuver a few minutes later, placing you on the used towel so that she can dress
>Once that's done she picks you up again, giving you a pained look as you look up at her
>"Look, I..." she stops, looking away, tears forming in her eyes
>"I, um... I just wanted to say that what happened out there wasn't your fault. It was mine; I should've thought of something else. I shouldn't have put you in this situation to begin with. I'm sorry."
>You try and tell her it's okay, but she cuts you off
>"No, it's... it's really not. I feel like I've betrayed everything I've stood for. My moral code, my religion, the Avengers... all because I... I..."
>Kamala's body is wracked as she starts to sob, turning her head away from you
>You're not sure what to do at this point; she can't hear your words over her own tears, and she doesn't react to your touch
>Eventually her sobs turn into sniffles as she calms down
>"Sorry, I can't think... I think I need to lie down... I know I said I'd get you a hotdog to eat, but..."
>You assure her that you'll be fine for now, and she nods sadly, stowing you away in her pocket before heading to her locker
>It's late enough in the day that this must be her last class, which means she's free to head back home
>Everybody else is still out when she gets there, so she simply takes you up to her room before heading back down stairs, returning a few minutes later with a small paper cup full of water (and setting up a makeshift staircase so you can reach it with a few erasers), as well as a small piece of flat bread and barbecued beef
>You start to drink thirstily as Kamala lies down on her bed
>"If someone comes in, hide," she says, as you start to work on the meat
>With that, she turns over, eventually nodding off to sleep
>After you've eaten (and after hiding the food, so as not to arouse suspicion) you pick a spot behind some of the things on Kamala's desk and join her
>Eventually, you're woken up when her family starts comes home, and she leaves you alone for a while as she goes down to greet them and have dinner
>With nothing else better to do you go back to sleep
>Only to be awoken later by Kamala gently shaking you awake with her finger
>She leans down to speak to you in a whisper, "It's the weekend tomorrow. Is everything on your end going to be okay if you're missing until then?"
>You nod
>"Good. Okay. Tomorrow, we'll think of something. For now, just try and sleep."
>You do