Danger By The Pond

Danger by the Pond
(toad/f micro, shrinking, 1st person, soft vore swallowing, digestion)
Tree branches scrape across your face as you sprint through the woods away from the cottage. Your hair is in a short black ponytail and your previously white and clean dress is all muddy. Your body is lithe and elegant, a certain grace to your movements as you surmount fallen tree logs. And your ample breasts sway with every step, barely contained by your bra. You think back to what made you run for your life.
It was a cottage like any other, small, decrepit and in the middle of nowhere. A quick snoop confirmed that nobody was at home and you thought you might find something valuable to steal. But the shelves filled with potions, tattered books and horrific ingredients stored in jars quickly told you that this was the home of a witch. The front door creaked open and you were out in a flash, but not before grabbing something small and hard. And now you run for your life knowing that a witch is hot on your tail. And if what you saw in that cottage was any indication, then whatever she’ll do to you if she catches you will not be pretty.
Legs burning with exhaustion you start to slow, the desperation and adrenalin of the moment waning over several minutes of mad running. Slowing to a walk you cautiously glance around you but see nothing but endless trees. Everything seems to be safe. If the witch was chasing you it would have caught up to you by now. Maybe it was an old hag that could barely walk or maybe it didn’t even know that you were there. You’re next to a small pond ringed with lilly-pads and reeds.  Not too far from the water’s edge is an ant hill with dozens of workers streaming in and out as they hunt for food, while the odd frog croak reverberates through the air. Everything seems so peaceful. Sitting down on the ground you start to turn the object you snagged over in your hands. It’s a small ceramic figurine of a beautiful woman in a sagging robe that seems several sizes too big for her. You can’t stop staring at her face though, it’s stuck in a horrific scream, it seems to draw you into its gaze. Shivers start to run down your spine so you quickly set it down and turn away but they merely intensify. Your body starting to feel like it is being squeezed in a vice while your gut begins to churn. Staring at your arms you notice that your clothes are beginning to grow, barely noticeable at first but increasing at a steady rate. But as you see the world around you expand, you realise that you are starting to shrink.
Your screams are quickly muffled as your clothes envelop you with the world disappearing behind the fabric, towering around you like the tallest of mountains. It collapses onto you and pins you down, crushing like you a landslide making it hard to breathe. After what seems like an eternity the shrinking stops, leaving you bawling in the darkness. You run your fingers through the walls that pin you tight, the previously fine silk a mesh of thick course fibres. You can’t see anything in the darkness but there is a small beacon of light in the distance. Grabbing the fibres you slowly drag yourself forward towards the light. Abruptly the floor beneath you becomes damp and starts to smell strange, an overpowering scent that is faintly familiar. You blush as you realise you’re crawling through in your panties, and more pressingly through a pool of your own juices, a moment of release all alone under an oak tree. Cursing your lust you tilt your head up to keep it away from the liquids and keep pressing forwards. You reach the hole and crawl through, a short drop to the ground below. You cover your eyes from the light and once the pain finally subsides you look at your surroundings.
What used to be a serene and picturesque location is now a strange and foreign landscape, the most benign of objects morphed into horrific spires that touch the sky. The odd bird darts across the sky looking like the mightiest of dragons. You are only the size of an ant, a tiny creature that could be easily crushed underfoot completely unaware, or worse. You shiver at the thought of what fate would befall you at the hands of a predator. The dirt patch ringed by grass that surrounds you seems like a rocky outcrop, each granule about half the size of your head and every blade of grass a four story tower. In the distance you spy the cursed figurine with its back turned to you. A glimmer of hope appears, if it shrunk you than there is every chance that it could return you to normal. But there’s also the fear it could simply shrink you again, making ants giants and mere granules of dirt the mightiest of mountains. Shaking the notion away you start walking.
As you start to approach the figurine you become aware of a slight chittering unlike anything you’ve ever heard. It’s coming from behind you. And it’s getting louder. Turning around you see an ant and from this perspective it’s almost unrecognisable, a bizarre creature with a segmented body, short hairs jutting out from every conceivable angle and mandibles the length of your arm.  And its coming straight towards you. Panic overwhelms and you grab a tiny twig as a spear, thrusting it towards it like a lion tamer. It stops momentarily just outside its reach before grabbing it, effortlessly ripping it from your grasp and biting it in two. It lunges for you and you duck down falling flat on your back, the mandibles snapping shut just over your head. Sticky sweet saliva drips from its mouth and pools on your exposed midriff. You muster your fleeting strength and kick it in one of the segments on its body. It staggers back stunned and you scramble away, but you don’t even take five steps before you stumble and fall. Rolling onto your back you watch it approach knowing that there is no escape. You prepare for the mandibles to slam shut on you, for it to tear you limb from limb as it feasts on an easy prey. But then there’s a flash of movement at the edge of your vision and suddenly, the ant is gone. No movement, no reaction, it was simply removed from existence in the blink of an eye. Chest heaving you turn your head to where you thought you saw the flash, it was so fast you couldn’t properly see it but you’re pretty sure it’s pink. Not too far from you at the edge of the grass is a big fat toad with dark green skin. In comparison to you it’s easily 30 feet tall and coupled with its warty skin, it looks like a monster. And sticking out from its lips, flailing like mad, are the hind legs of the previously mighty ant before they disappear in one lazy gulp. It lets out a long, drawn out croak and focuses its two beady eyes on you. It starts to lumber forward.
You start to run.
Just ahead of you is a small bump that’s twice your height, if you get over it the toad won’t be able to get you. You scrabble on the granules of dirt in a mad dash, half expecting the wet flesh of the tongue to slap into your back at any moment. Just as you leap over the crest the tongue slams into the peak where you were mere moments earlier. You’re showered in granules as you tumble down the other side. The figurine isn’t too far away and you could probably reach it in about a minute, so you madly dash towards it, the end of this nightmare just within reach. Fantasises about what you’ll do to the toad once this is all over flash through your mind, what happens once the hunter becomes the hunted. Your dreaming is stopped dead as a dark shadow descends over you before disappearing away just as fast. Before you can even glance up something massive slams down just in front of you that sends you flying backwards from the shockwave. You strike your head on the dirt as you slam back down on your back. Stars dancing in your vision you see a massive dark green wall loom in front of you. Your eyes focus to show the massive green toad sitting there, back turned towards you. It slowly starts to shuffle around. Tears streaming down your face, filth caking your skin you simply run away from it, no thought, no consideration, just the primal desire to flee a predator. You glance backwards to see the monster facing you. Its eyes snap shut and its mouth starts to open.
And then a hot, sticky mass envelops your chest and rips you backwards towards its open mouth.
Before you could even think you slam into its slimy lips that snap shut over your midriff. Instead of disappearing down its throat you’re stuck between its colossal lips, your legs inside its cavernous mouth while your torso is out in the air. The fat tongue squishes against your legs and drinks in your flavour. Your frenzied kicks against its soft surface do nothing to slow it, if anything it merely redoubles its effort, pinning your legs against the insides of its mouth. You push against its smooth skin and try to pull yourself out but your struggles are meaningless against the titan that holds you. You scream as loud as you can, to you it sounds like a banshee, to the casual human observer it wouldn’t be louder than a buzzing fly. You look into its eyes and see a lack of emotion, no triumph, no gloating, just a cold apathetic stare. You, an intelligent creature of flesh, of blood, one that can think, that can feel, that can love isn’t even a prize to it.
You are just another piece of food, no greater than a fly.
Your screams double in volume as it starts to suck you in. First your belly, then your breasts, then your neck before your head itself, the smooth skin dragging across your face. And then with a plop you drop into its cavernous maw, the sweltering heat and stench assaulting you immediately.  You briefly tumble over its fat tongue before its palate comes crashing down and pins you against it. Your weak struggles are meaningless against the mighty tongue that engulfs you. You try to scream but your mouth merely floods with the toad’s saliva, a thick, foul smelling slime. Retching and gasping for air more merely floods in, you can’t even move your arms to clear your throat. You become barely aware of a rippling motion underneath you as the tongue works you towards the back of its throat. The tongue smoothens out and the roof pulls away from you, you start slide down faster down the ever steepening incline. Scrabbling for grip to slow your descent you hope for a sore, a tastebud, anything but there is nothing to save you. Your entire body is simply covered in a layer of slime, saliva and mucus. It simply speeds your descent. Grip and hence hope for salvation, or at least postponement of your demise, is impossible. After scrabbling and tumbling down its tongue you slam into a thick, muscular wall that funnels down to a tight, round sphincter that is currently shut. Its gullet. Hitting your body against it triggers a reflex within the frog’s brain, so it gives the command you’ve be dreading.
It gulps.
The tongue and walls of the mouth squeeze against you and the sphincter irises open. You plunge downwards into the oesophagus face first. It’s a slow and torturous journey, arms pinned by your sides you can’t even flail as you are pushed towards your doom. Surrounding you in your little bubble in its throat is a pool of saliva and other juices, making even breathing or even screaming impossible. You hold a faint hope that you’ll mercifully drown before you reach its stomach and are digested alive. You can hear your captor’s lazy heartbeat and the slow ebb and flow of its breath. It barely had to exert energy to catch you. Your head presses against a tight firm wall which seems to halt your progress. That is, until it irises open and shoves you into its stomach. Your head is plunged into the thick chyme, and immediately starts to sting and burn. Your eyes water, your nose starts to feel like you’ve been breathing fire as you are dumped into the acid. Instinctively you try to close your eyes but the burning feels like its eating away your eyelids. Slowly, your entire body is dumped out into the acid. Now your entire body is subjected to it, every centimetre of your skin feeling like its being branded with hot stokers. You barely notice the churning motion of the stomach tossing you this way and that, throwing you about like a ragdoll with your struggles doing nothing to halt your motion, until you break the surface into an air pocket. Kicking as hard as you can you just managed to stay afloat. But even then, you can feel your strength rapidly leaving you. You take a deep lungful of air that burns your lungs. Your entire body is numb and tingling, you try to kick your legs to stay afloat but they don’t respond. You start to feel your skin bubbling away into a thick ooze. With one final breath, a pathetic sigh you sink under, never to surface again.
The toad lets out a long burp and hops away.