Eaten Alive
By horuvex
jrja@mail.ru
November 2005

It had all started the day she had come home with that stupid new spice that she had bought on her trip to Eastern Europe last autumn. At first he had enjoyed the new taste, kind of a pungent and yet musty aroma, that seemed to make almost any food taste comforting and wholesome. But that was all before he had begun to notice the changes.

Now, as she rode him in bed he could be sure that things had changed. Not only was she up to his six feet in height from her original 5’10”, but she was more toned and firm, more sensuous and agile. She had insisted she had not been exercising or dieting. Lorelle shoved her pelvis down and moaned as his own pelvis sunk into the mattress forcefully. He cupped her breasts in his hands and felt her vaginal muscles squeeze in wondrous rhythm over his cock. There were some advantages to the spice he guessed. Their sex had never ever been like this since they had met a year ago.

She leaned down, her long golden-brown hair draped to one side as she kissed him on the lips. He enjoyed how she aggressively kissed him with her tongue. He arched his back and they orgasmed nearly as one. She shuddered over him and he felt her pussy clench repeatedly on his cock. He fell asleep inside her, forgetting his doubts of the day.

In the morning when he woke he ate breakfast alone in the kitchen, she had already gone to work and left him a muffin and tea. He tasted the familiar spice in the tea and sighed to himself. He downed the tea, still doubting the connection between a mere spice and his feelings of stature. Maybe he was just out of shape. He should look after himself more, stop slouching so much. After a long day at work he came home tired and found the house empty still. He ate some left overs from the night before. Again the spice, in the rice now. He liked the spice but he was worried it was addictive or something. He finished the left-overs and went to the area he kept as a office. He browsed the computer and checked his email casually. He noticed that he had to hike the seat up a bit. He really had to stop slouching.

He heard Lorelle come home, she was carrying bags. She must have been shopping. He went to help her and got a shock. She was so tall! She had to be at least 6’4”. Then he notices the black stilettos she was wearing and sighed with relief. Still...she should be that tall. He was eye-level to her smiling mouth. She dropped her bags and said, “Hey sweetie, I just had a nice day after work picking up some clothes. Could you help me get them to the bedroom? He agreed and began to help her carry the bags of shoes and clothes. Lucky she had a good job. They had agreed to pay for most of their own wants with their own money when they had moved in together. He noticed she had bought some new lingerie and skirts, along with high heels. He smiled even as he lifted with effort. These clothes were either very heavy or he was more out of shape than he had thought. He felt slightly emasculated when he noticed her swinging the clothes with ease onto the bed.

“Have you been working out Lorelle?” He asked casually?

She smiled, “Not really. No more than the usual stuff. Why? Like what you see?” She posed sexily, arching her back out.

He laughed, “I sure do.” He moved and kissed her on the lips and noticed she didn’t even seem to care than he had to lean up to kiss her. No wonder she was getting new heels; she really enjoyed being taller then him.

As they kissed she wrapped her arms around him and pushed her tongue into his willing mouth. She controlled the kiss and he felt her tongue flicking inside his mouth. He pushed back and slightly out of breath muttered, “Not now Lorelle.”

She smile and looked at him, wondering why he seemed to unusually flustered by a little kiss. Was the spice already working so well?

He went into the bath room and looked at himself in the mirror. His figure was shorter, slinner, and more pale. He had a much more boyish figure of soft, smooth, weak smallness. She came in behind him intrusively. Some thing had definitely changed. Her curvaceous form loomed behind him. She looked over his head and smiled seductively. His eyes wandered to her tight jeans, to the crotch with laces at the top. He wanted her; his cock began to harden at her beauty. Turning he came into her embrace and they began to kiss again. He moved his hand to her breasts and she shoved him against the bathroom counter, aggressively pressing into his body. She whispered harshly in his ear as she opened his pants, “Not now? How am I supposed to know when you want it? You’re playing hard to get.”

As she finished her sentence she pushed the tip of his cock to her wet labia and stepped out of her heels to settle down onto his penis and take him into her. Her eyes were still slightly higher than his and she kissed him sensuously and moaned in satisfaction as the rhythm of sex began. The night was passionate with Lorelle and him moving to the bed as they had sex multiple times. Both seemed to get off on his new arousement at her taught body and the subtle difference in sizes.

The next morning, a Saturday, he woke to a breakfast she had made for him. They ate together and read, the spice was in the food of course. When he went to put their dishes in the dishwasher he noticed her slightly open bathrobe and her warm inviting cleavage. He half bared thigh lay casually exposed as she read. Her knee seemed higher to him than before. He put the dishes away and moved over to her. “Lorelle, we need to talk about whaty has been happening.”

She looked up as if distracted, “About what sweetie?”

“You know, the way you’ve um...changed.”

“Me??” She smiled slowly. I suppose I have been looking pretty good lately. But don’t think you’re an indelible rock.

He was confused until he thought about how the bed had seemed much more accommodating and how the dishes had seemed more heavy that morning than usual. It couldn’t be possible. Lorelle stood up from her chair and put her hands on her hips. He found himself looking at her collarbone and opened his mouth in shock.

Her expression moved ot one of slight surprise and curiosity, “You’re right. Things have changed. But what do you think we should do about it?”

He just stood there in disbelief, then spoke, “Lorelle things haven’t just changed. This is impossible. People don’t just change size!”

“Why not? Young people grow, old people shrink-”

“I’m neither Lorelle!” He snapped.

She rolled her eyes, “Well I’m sure this is just a little phase. WHat should we do about it anyway? Call the doctor?”

He realised she made some sense. What could be causing it. He could smell the musky spice on her breath. “It’s that damned spice. I don’t want it anymore.”

She glared at him. “What? Now you’re on a witch hunt. Whatever. You can do what you want.”

He nodded in satisfaction, but then she let her robe fall open and he looked down the stripe of revealed flesh before him. Her slightly freckled cleavage was revealed as the robe hung on her breasts and nipples and below them her taught abdomen merged into a soft pelvis and the dark hair of her crotch. Below it all ran her long legs. He immediately got hard beneath his own robe and she laughed softly, erotically. She playfully grabbed his member and with out speaking stroked him. He gasped and they began to kiss each other. Then she broke it off, “Well I have to get to work! I’ll see you tonight.”

“What? It’s Saturday.” His groin was swollen and desperate for relief.

She winked, “I know but the boss wants me to do some extra paper work I’ld rather not have to do on Monday.

All day he refused to masturbate, nursing the arousal and fantasy of her in the robe. He was unable to concentrate on anything so he started doing things to keep himself distracted. Later in the after noon she came home in a business skirt and suit. He was still in his robe and felt embarrassed. She was in heels again. But this time he was eye-level to her breasts! What had happened?!

She gasped in surprise as he looked up at her in horror. She covered her mouth with her hand. He was hard from her perfume, heels, and stockings. It didn’t help that her now rather imposing breasts were directly in his face. She noticed this in her surprise and felt herself get aroused too as she looked at his smaller body. He backed away from her, as if in fear of what he had become. She was definitely larger along with his shrinking. She was nearly busting from her bra as she unbuttoned her blouse. She was following him as he backed away. She kept her heels on and hiked up her grey skirt to expose the straps and clips of her lingerie and a lacy pair of green panties.

“No Lorelle. We can’t. Not like this. We have to-” He backed against the bed and fell backward. She was on him in a second.

He struggled as she pinned his arms down, straddling his torso. Her white blouse was wide open and her bra had been tossed to the floor. She assumed he was playing hard to get even as something in him recoiled in surprise at her manner. He yelped as she squeezed his wrists and then pulled her panties to the side with the other hand. He quickly tried to say it, “No! No please, I’m serious. I don't feel-”

She ignored him and he felt his cock slipping between her wet labia. He felt vaguely nauseous knowing she was forcing him inside her. He tried to press his hips down into the bed, away from her pelvis. She settled onto him and he felt her vagina swallow his cock in its warm muscular embrace. Her thighs were spread and their soft flesh seemed like a joke as she thrust down into his hardness. He shuddered and fought mixed feelings of intense arousal with dismay and violation at her aggression and size. She began to fuck him slowly, obviously enjoying the struggle he had put up and the final conquest of his slight and weaker form.

He finally gave in and experience an explosive orgasm with her and fell asleep underneath her.

When he woke that evening and looked to the clock, it was around midnight. She was not in the bed. He stood up and began to panic when he realised everything was bigger. Everything seemed higher and more imposing. He went into the lit hallway and she came out of the bathroom in her night-gown. He found himself level to her abs and he began to shake his head. He could taste the spice thick in his mouth. “What did you do to me?” He accused her.

She looked at him from the bathroom door and her eyes slowly closed slightly and she smiled a wicked grin. His heart did a double flip. She knew...

She was next to him in a flash and slammed him against the wall, her thighs to either side of his body, holding him in place. He looked up at her, over a rising and falling chest, which strained against her silky night-gown. “It turns me on so fucking bad when you struggle baby. I love you this size. You’re so small and cute. I feel so strong and dominant.”

He realised his own enjoyment of it, but he also realised the danger of his own situation. She was unstable, unpredictable.

“Lorelle.” He began.

“Shut up and eat me. I don’t give a fuck what you have to say right now. I want you to be quiet and make me cum.” She tightened her legs and put a strong hand on his head. Her blue eyes were like ice over a fiery pair of lips.

He lowered his face to her naked crotch and began to lick her in long slow licks. She moaned in satisfaction at the submissive man between her legs. She pressed his face into her and felt his tongue move over her clit. She shuddered and gasped as the new sensation of such a smaller and more delicate mouth on her. He found himself able to more easily pleasure little parts of her with her vagina seeming more enlarged. He licked her for a long time as she manovered his head with her hands gently, much like a teacher guiding a student. Her long fingers ran through his hair and caressed his cheeks as he licked. He was so engrossed in his task he lost sense of the insanity of the situation. His small hands pressed into her inner thighs for balance as he pleasured her.

She finally broke it off and backed up to allow him to see that he was now eye-level to her wet crotch. She kept one leg forward, beside him and amused her self with his slow comprehension. He softly murmured swear words and began to sob gently. She felt sorry for him then, slightly. Even as he sobbed he maintained an erection. Something seemed to perfectly beautiful about their new interaction. But it was only the beginning.

As the days moved on he learned to please her in new ways. By using his hands and fingers, by kissing her all over, by crawling behind her as she lay on all fours and licking her pussy as he put his face against her enticing posterior, until he got even smaller. But it never ended. Eventually he found himself in her lap one evening. He was now unable to eat her out while she stood. She had just finished enjoying his enthusiastic oral pleasuring of her while she sat, legs spread wide for him, in a chair. She stroked his head gently and he began to suck on her nipple. He cupped her breast in his hand and she smiled in enjoyment as he sucked and licked. She considered taunting him, but knew he was more than aware of the ridiculous nature of their sex now. She didn’t want to frighten him...yet.

Eventually Lorelle had to feed spare food since anything he wanted was far to high to reach. She put it in a bowl on the floor, almost like a dog or pet, so while she was at work he could get it. He had blushed at this process and she had enjoyed spying on him creep to the food when he thought she was busy. He would sit there cross legged and eat it in a civil manner, but he was still her pet man. A few times as he ate a shadow would move over him and her high heeled feet would step up to either side of him and he would stop eating. He would look up, often under her skirt to see her panties and thighs and little else.

One afternoon as he ate left-over pasta she did this and he looked up to see her wearing no underwear. Between her stocking clad thighs, under a knee length skirt, was a dark tangle of hair and her ass, naked to the world. Sitting, he was not even as high as her knees now. She tapped her left shoe impatiently. He knew what she wanted and dropped the food in the bowl. He leaned over and kissed her ankle gently, fawningly. Her hand swept down under her skirt and he looked up to see her middle finger plunge inside of her slit. A drop landed softly on the floor beside him, as wide as his thumb. He could smell her.

Reaching down, she picked him up and carried him to the couch. She spread out her legs and placed him to the ground before her. He couldn’t even see over the edge of the seat. She smiled and moved him to the couch. He found himself between curvy thighs. Her knee high vagina at his feet. He kissed her soft ribs and rubbed against her stomach as she held him close to her in one hand, against her belly. Lorelle looked down on him with observant eyes and pointed with her index finger at her labia, softly trailing the lips and raising her eyebrows expectantly.

He had been playing along. He had given up trying to stop this. But now he felt nervous. This was starting to get beyond any semblance of humanity. He kneeled between her thighs. He looked at the darker skin around her sex and the hairs curling out. She opened her legs wider for him and he felt her hand on his back. Act soon, was the message.

He began to massage the clitoris with his hands and she immediately reacted. Moaning in approval she let him rub her gently. Lorelle resisted the urge to draw her thighs together and feel him between them, feel him squirm. But as she looked down on the miniature man between her legs she watched him dwindle before her vagina. She watched him stand in shock and she grinned in anticipation. She sat up and looked down at him with watchful eyes. Then she flopped back against the seat and pushed on his back again.

He trembled in awe as her thighs rose around him, as her pussy seemed to loom over him, the heat growing with its relative size to his body. It went from an oversized sex to a ludicrous entrance of wet, hot, depths. Her fingers prodded him forward and he began to rub once more, but she kept pushing at him. Finally she grabbed him completely in her hand as he struggled in her hair. She moved his body and pushed his face between her soft wet lips. She felt her lips part and he screamed as she slid him tightly into her vagina, his feet hanging outside of her. He wiggled in her and she bucked in the sofa. She squeezed him and rubbed her clit. Her finger passed over her clit and between his kicking legs. She climaxed and he slid out of her as she shook and moaned loudly. She arched her back and raked her nails over her body as he slid out of her, coughing and sputtering for breath. She rose from the seat and left the room.

He heard her slam the door to the bathroom and then he heard soft giggles coming from the bathroom as the faucet ran. She began to laugh hard to herself in the washroom.

As the minutes ticked by and she left the tub he began to get nervous. What was she doing in there? She came back out much later, fully dressed. She picked him up and looked at him casually. He took in her tight pants and sexy top. She pulled back her pant waist and panties and lowered him down past her exposed belly button and soft stomach. He looked down into the darkness she had revealed and began to squirm in her hand. She looked down at him and licked her lips. She dropped him into the darkness as he clawed at her waist band and smooth skin. He disappeared from sight and she removed her fingers and let her waist band snap back into place. She felt him in her panties squirming against her sex and put her hand on the wall. She squeezed her legs together and he stopped. Such a perfect place for a pet man. It was almost like it made too much sense.

She went out for coffee with a friend and the whole time she could feel him down there, wiggling and trying to crawl up her panties. She had stopped talking to him in conversations more than a day ago, since he was hard to hear and she enjoyed him being able to know what do do in a different way than speech. She would casually put her index finger down over her pants and rub him back down to the bottom of her crotch as she talked to her friend over the table.

She went to the washroom after a time and locked her self in a stall. She pulled down her pants and spread her legs as she sat on the toilet. She could see the bump of his body in her panties and she peeled the waist back. He blinked in the light that came pouring into his sticky, hot, and dark world as he lay back in the fabric under her lips. Pushing him to the side with her fingers she began to piss. He quickly squirmed away from the raging stream that shot past his body with the force of a fire hose. She laughed and he clung to her moist panty as if to a lifeline as he hung over the bowl. She wiped herself demurely and then waved to him and eased him back into place. She patted his form and pulled up her pants, zipping them up and going back to her friend. On the drive home she ran her fingers over where she knew he was under her clothes and enjoyed slowly closing her legs and opening them to feel him move.

By the time she got home she was incredibly horny again. She went to the bed and stripped of all her clothes. She splayed out on the bed and placed him between her legs. She leaned back and told him, “Come on...you know what I want. Please my pussy.”

But he was terrified. Smaller than ever, he found himself looking up at her clit. She sat up, annoyed and looked down at him. No meant nothing to her. She casually cocked her head and slowly let a long line of spit lower down and drop onto his small form. She laughed and smirked as he felt the warm liquid hit his head and drool over his body. He backed up, into her hand and she pushed him back to her pussy. Then she lay back and her slit rose even higher as her ass rotated into view. She spread her legs wide to reveal herself to him. He moved toward her and began to climb up her ass crack. He scrambled up to the soft bulge of her cheeks, past her other orifice. He began to cling to her long pubic hairs as he pulled himself higher to her hot mound. Pleasing her was all he had left. She provided for him, she chose whether he lived or died. She might as well be a Goddess. He began to rub her slit with his hand, slipping them inside her and out. She began to moan.

She reached down to touch herself and her big fingers manovered around him as his tiny body touched her vulva all over. She spread her lips apart with her index and middle fingers and he scrambled madly to move to one side as a wet pink chasm opened beneath him. He watched, as he hung onto her hairs, while her inner muscles pulsated and rippled. The scent of her was to the brink of overwhelming. Her pussy terrified him even as his erection stood straight up. She let her pussy slip closed again and she shifted her body. He swung over to please her again as she spread her legs wide. His foot sunk suddenly between her lips and he grabbed at the hair to pull himself out. She moaned loudly and clenched her muscles. His leg was clamped down on.

He panicked and put his other leg beside the first, just inside her outer lips, so he could get leverage to yank his leg out. As he pressed down she spread her legs again and hot juices coated his whole thigh. His other leg slipped like he was climbing a muddy embankment and he felt it sink into the hot depths of her vagina. She moaned again, softly saying, “Yes, more.”

He shrieked in dismay and beat at her outer labia with his hands, “No! No pull me out!”

He cunt rippled in response to his hands and feet and he was pulled in up to his mid-thighs. He began to scream and the trauma of the past few days bubbled to the surface as he wept and screamed in desperation. Her unfeeling, yet all too sensitive, vagina reacted with concern and rippled in rhythmic waves to pull him to his waist. She ran her hands over her hips and thighs and sat up slightly to look down at him. She pressed her sexy lips into a mock kiss and kissed the air. He stared over his girlfriends mound of hair and across the plain of her abdomen, over her sexy breasts, and into her gorgeous face. He begged her. He clasped his hands together and begged her as she clenched him between her thighs, wedged in her hungry vagina. She raised her eyebrows in interest and bit her lower lip as her pussy squeezed and sucked him deeper. His cock and bellybutton disappeared into her.

Lorelle watched as he went further inside her and relished the feeling of his little limbs against the inside of her vaginal walls. She wondered what it would feel like if all of him was inside her. Like fucking a man, with out a man. The internal orgasm. The ultimate sex; no... more like the ultimate masturbatory experience. It wasn’t sex. It was more like a total rape of his entire being. She owned him. He revelled in the rapturous little fight he was putting up. She squeezed her muscles again.

“Oh baby, yes. Yes that’s right. Fight me, fight me so hard. I want you in me so bad now. Feel this baby, here it comes...” Her little burst of talk was gasped between breaths of pleasure.

He tugged at her hairs and clawed at her slippery lips. His hands just slid over the hairs and skin like a slippery hot water-slide. Her juices were sticky and warm, almost slimy to him. The visceral material clung to him, possessed him like her pussy as it clenched him. He managed to pull himself slightly up, but with no place to cling to her he just slid back inside, slowly sinking like in a quicksand. Her muscles squeezed and his ribcage sunk past her outer lips. Her upper body disappeared over the horizon of her pelvis as she arched her back. He tried to pry her lips apart in a mad desperate attempt to gain ground, but his hands only excited her more. Her lips squeezed his hands roughly and slithered up his little form to his shoulders, eating him, consuming his body. He desperately pushed at the walls of her labia with his hands, but she was too strong, too powerful, too big.

“Just a little more sweetie, just a little more and it’ll all be over. I just want you to come inside me and be with me. I know you want it secretly, you fight because you like to pretend, but you want it. Just let it all go baby, let the whole world go and let me do it all. I’ll be your Goddess, honey. I’ll make you worship me. Just a little more my pet. Surrender...”

The Goddess flexed and the lips slid easily over his shoulders and closed around his neck. All he could see was pussy pussy pussy. Pussy all around his head in wet hair, glistening lips, pink flesh and lurid clit. In the distance he could see the rise of her stomach, above him her now relaxed legs, the soft thighs casting a shadow over her crotch. He squirmed in desperate fear. Her moans filled his ears even as labia lips drew up to cover them. Her heart beat emanated between the rough moans she gasped out.

As if in blatant mockery she had grasped a pair of panties and pulled them up behind him as if she had just tugged them down to play with a dildo. That was what he was after all, a human dildo. One that she was going to utterly unbirth into herself. Behind him loomed the wall of porous green lace and silk, ready to silence him forever, to deny him any chance of ever becoming normal again. She was going to seal him into her pussy, her body, and possess him forever. He writhed in her. She hooked long nails under her waist and pulled the lingerie higher, mere inches from his head. At the same time she watched his little face and head disappear between her lips into her vagina.

She couldn’t see him. She could feel him squirming wildly, insanely, inside her vagina and she bucked in her seat. She yanked the panties up over her mound and hissed violently out between her teeth as she felt him squirm for her slit. Her orgasm exploded through her body like a tidal wave and swept in waves outward from her pussy to her curling toes and fingertips. She screamed loudly in pleasure and stomped the bed with her feat and arched her back as she lay in it. He was trying to get out, to play hard to get. The little fuck. She grunted in breathy gasps as she squeezed at him in her cum-filled pussy.

He scrambled and wiggled for her opening as it closed and green silk rose toward it. Her vulva flexed and her pussy sealed him into utter darkness. Her muscles squeezed him strongly and he was pulled violently deeper into the slick gooey depths of her sex. He cried out to no one, to her, to her omnipotence. His world responded with another sucking ripple as she squeezed her legs together, pulling her once boyfriend forever into herself. He was hers.

Now she had him. Now he couldn’t resist her, try to worm his little runt of a body out of her sex. Everything had worked perfectly. She grinned as she stretched out like a content cat, enjoying every feeling of her sated body. She knew then, as his mind opened to hers, that she was indeed a Goddess. He tasted good in her, like the spice in her body, like the power in her veins.