My first story (3,000 words!) F/M
Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2017 4:46 pm
Hi all! I've written a three thousand word story that I wanted to share here! (Synopsis below)
Synopsis: Joe can hardly believe his luck when his beautiful friend Dísa agrees to go on a date with him. But are there other motives behind Dísa's decision? Joe soon discovers that his newfound girlfriend is not all that she seems...
Not Quite the Date I had in Mind
Chapter One: The Question
Joe was a very shy young boy, scrawny and blonde-haired with glasses. Many girls thought him handsome, though he had never had the confidence to talk to any of them. Dísa was different, though. She was a beautiful young Icelandic woman with fair skin, fiery red hair and beautiful dark green eyes. Joe often thought that Dísa possessed a quiet confidence and maturity beyond her years. She not only liked him and shared the same interests: she had also shown signs of liking him more than a little. She spent far more time with Joe than anybody else did. She even laughed at his jokes. Eventually, Joe decided to ask her out. Why did the boy always have to do the asking?
Usually Dísa met Joe on the way to work (he was a writer for a small copywriting firm, she a freelance decorator and occasional artist), but today Joe instead found her walking alone. She had seemed especially quiet the last few days and when she had spent time with him she had often seemed on edge, eyeing him in a curious way that made him a little uncomfortable. Joe’s lack of confidence was such that he often doubted his own theories, but he couldn’t help but feel that the look in Dísa’s eyes meant something significant. To him, that look said “You’re not bold enough to make a move on me, are you Joe?” He sighed. He would go through with this. He liked Dísa too much not to. But he would never forgive himself if she refused him.
As the two of them walked they said little. At last they came to a quiet street and found themselves alone. Joe drew a deep breath. If he kept his mouth shut then two minutes from now he would be at work. He would spend all day wondering what could have been. It was now or never.
“Dísa,” he said gently – it sounded almost a whisper to his own ears – “Can I ask you something?” Dísa did not immediately reply. Joe hoped that she had not heard. It was not exactly the best start. A second or two later, though, Dísa looked at him. “You already have asked me something,” she answered, allowing a small smile to spread across her lips. God, she was gorgeous when she smiled. “What did you want to say?”
“I…well…erm,” Joe lost his nerve as her dark eyes locked with his own lighter blue eyes, but the look Dísa gave him was not ungentle. He found his courage. “I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me…or something.” His heart nearly stopped. Her expression was unreadable. Had he just lost his best friend?
Suddenly Dísa’s face lit up, as if she’d just heard him.
“You’re asking me out?” she beamed. “Oh my god! Joe, I never thought you’d actually do it! That’s why I’ve been so quiet lately…I was trying to build up my courage…to, you know…” she blushed, causing Joe’s heart to skip a beat. His face also turned bright red. “I’d love to have dinner with you! How about tonight? Where were you thinking?”
“Ah! Good question!” Joe hit another pothole. His house was a mess. He rarely ate out. He was about to tell Dísa this when she said “Why don’t you come back to my place after work? That way we can have a bit of privacy.” She winked at Joe, causing him to blush again.
“Well…sure!” Joe answered somewhat sheepishly. Disa laughed.
“Excellent! See you there about six. I’ll have some wine ready.”
Chapter Two: The Date
The day passed by in a flash. Joe thought about nothing and no one but Dísa all day. He still couldn’t believe it. He was dating the girl of his dreams. Several people in the office noticed that Joe’s head wasn’t exactly on his work that day, but they paid him no mind. He was, after all, a quirky fellow.
Joe arrived at Dísa’s house a few minutes early. That was his manner: he liked to be precise, but he knew Dísa was a little more laid back in that respect, so he waited until the clock struck six before he knocked upon the door. It was not long before the door opened to reveal the beautiful Dísa. Beautiful hardly described her. She looked amazing. She was wearing a tight red top that clung to her curves and exposed a bit of her belly. Her jeans were skinny and she wore a lovely gold necklace. Her top, Joe couldn’t help but notice, also displayed an ample amount of bosom. He blushed. He hadn’t meant to stare at her body. Dísa if anything seemed flattered: she was smirking.
“Do you want to come in, or are you going to stare at me all night, darling?” the words were spoken softly but Dísa still managed to make them sound provocative. Joe nodded. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I hadn’t meant to-” “Don’t be sorry,” Disa cut him off. “Come in. Let’s have some wine.”
Dísa’s living room was spacious and, as might be expected from somebody who worked as a decorator, it was immaculate. She gestured for Joe to sit on one of the sofas whilst she went into the kitchen to bring out some wine and nibbles. Dísa knew that Joe’s preference was for red wine, though she preferred white, but it seemed that she had planned out everything perfectly. The bottle of red wine she’d bought certainly didn’t look cheap. Joe raised his glass to her and sipped slowly. Dísa came and sat next to him.
“This is incredible,” he told her. “Where did you get it?” “Oh, just down the road, from the off-licence,” Disa said. Joe thanked her, but then there was an awkward silence broken only by the sound of them nibbling on the crisps Dísa had brought out. Eventually Dísa spoke.
“Joe,” she began, “I’ve wanted to tell you how felt for a while now, I’m just so pleased that you’re finally here and that we’re dating. I know you’re shy. I didn’t want to make you ask me, but I just couldn’t have faced it if you had said no. I thought we had something, but I had to be sure.”
Joe sat still for a moment. His next response surprised her. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the lips. Dísa pulled him closer. Suddenly Joe pulled away, but Dísa held him tight. “I don’t feel so good…” Joe said. That was the last thing he remembered for a while. When he woke up, things were very, very different…
Chapter Three: The Truth
When Joe awoke, he felt incredibly strange. It was hard for him to grasp. He did not feel unwell, but rather he felt as if something was wrong. What it was he could not say. His vision was a little bit hazy. Had it all been a dream? It would be bloody Sod’s Law if it had been. Did he really think that he would ever be lucky enough to get to kiss Dísa?
“So you’re awake.” Joe jumped ten feet in the air as his vision seemed to slowly restore itself. The voice was unlike anything he had ever heard. It seemed to come from all around him. It was then that Joe realised that he was standing on a wide floor next to something that looked remarkably like a sofa leg. With astonishment it came to him that that was exactly what it was. For the first time since opening his eyes, Joe looked at his body. He had always been petite by the standards of most men, but now he was…miniscule! Hardly even the size of a mouse! What on earth was happening?
Frightened, Joe looked around him for the sound of the voice. It was then that it hit him. He was in Dísa’s house. That voice…once he had gotten over the shock of hearing such a loud sound, he realised that the tone of the person speaking sounded remarkably similar to Dísa…
“I’m glad to see you conscious.”
This time Joe followed the direction of the sound – and there she was. Dísa was huge. She stood above him, her legs at least twenty times as long as he was. Then there was the rest of her. She still wore the same clothes she had worn on their date, which made Joe think it was the same evening. The aftertaste of wine lingered in his mouth, which meant…what on earth was going on?
“Where am I? W-what happened?” Joe asked. “What happened is that you drunk some wine, dear,” Dísa told him. “A very special wine, as a matter of fact: I designed it hoping that you might like it. I didn’t actually get it from the off-licence. I made it myself. It has a curious side effect.”
“I don’t understand…the wine made me smaller? Why?”
“That’s right, my boy,” Dísa giggled. “As for why…well, I’ll let you think about that.” Joe was still at a loss. He did not need to wonder for long. A sound like an earthquake made him jump up again. Joe shuddered. It was the sound of a huge stomach growling.
Dísa simply looked down at her belly, then chuckled, then looked at Joe. “Right on cue,” she said. Joe almost stopped breathing.
“Y-you’re going to eat me?” he cried out, terrified. “Yep,” Dísa smiled. “That’s right, babe. You didn’t really think I invited you over for dinner, now did you? I like my men more muscular. But you’ll do for other purposes. No darling; I invited you over for dinner-for my dinner, to be precise.”
Joe could hardly believe what he was hearing. He’d heard tales of immortal, ageless giantesses before, but they were only in storybooks. Dísa may have looked a little younger than her actual years, but that was no reason for him to suspect…Who was this girl? What else had she not told him?
"You mean…all your affection for me-everything-was just a lie so that you could get me alone and then eat me?” “Yup,” said Dísa, “What can I say, Joe? You catch on quick!”
She grinned at Joe; once that grin would have aroused him. Now it made his whole body shake. Dísa reached down and seized him in between her tremendous hands, hands which he had once thought so dainty. Now Joe stared at the huge face in front of him, with eyes that seemed to delight in his terror. Joe had never seen Dísa look at him like…wait…now he understood the look she had given him not long ago. She had been eyeing him up as food!
Joe cursed himself. Suddenly he was angry. It was a strange feeling for him.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” he snarled at the face in front of him. He was met by scathing laughter. “Hell no, babe! Let me know once you’re in my belly. You’ll find more than a few bones down there.”
“You see, I’m rather good at seducing men. I’ve mastered the art." She smiled wickedly. “You’re proof of that. As it happens meeting you worked out perfectly. I’d just finished digesting my last victim-Steve was his name-or was it Alan? Whatever. I needed another sacrifice. You’re going to be inside me for a while. You see, the stomach of a giantess is an interesting place. It digests its prey slowly. Steve took three years for me to fully devour. You’re small enough to swallow, but you are still just as nutritious as you were before I shrunk you. There was never a lot of you, but I like to have a smaller victim every now and then.”
Joe could only shudder as Dísa brought him closer to her mouth, so that the boy could see her big sharp teeth. “I won’t use these,” she told him. “I’ll swallow you whole. I nearly forgot the best bit: my belly doesn’t allow its victims to die. You’re going to be alive the whole time, right to the end.”
Her laugh cut through Joe like a razor. She was loving every second of this.
“Any last words, my boy?” Dísa asked, her smile widening. “Out with them if you do…my belly won’t wait forever.” “I thought I was in love with you,” Joe said quietly. “That’s all.” “How precious,” said Dísa “Bye bye Joe.”
Without any further warning Dísa opened her mouth, licking her luscious lips loudly as she drew Joe closer. She chuckled as she wrapped her tongue around him, at the same time as Joe made a sound that was both frightened and disgusted. Dísa played with him for a while as if he was a toy, rolling him around in her mouth, but soon her stomach began to gurgle once more. Joe could only shut his eyes and shiver as the beautiful girl he had admired for so long pulled him towards her throat. Then, without hesitation, Dísa swallowed Joe up in a single gulp. She lay down upon her unoccupied sofa, sighed happily, and let out a burp of finality.
Chapter Four: The Beginning of the End
“Oops…excuse me!” Dísa giggled. She loved it when her food made her belch. It had been three years since she had consumed a live meal: Dísa had forgotten how much she loved the feeling.
In her belly Joe struggled and squirmed. Already Dísa’s body had begun its work upon him. He felt groggy and unstable as the acids bit at his skin. For a moment he thought his end was inevitable. Then he remembered what Disa had said to him...if she had been telling the truth…
“This is only the beginning of your end, my Joe,” Dísa told him. My Joe: the implication was obvious. Dísa now considered him a part of her, no longer an independent entity but rather someone who belonged to her. “What do you think of my belly?”
Joe hesitated. He’d liked her curves once…from the outside. He found far himself less comfortable inside Dísa. He had never imagined that he would ever be inside her in this fashion. Panicking, Joe did the only thing he could think of. In a desperate attempt to escape he punched continuously at the walls of Dísa’s stomach. His host did not seem put out. In actual fact, she seemed amused.
Dísa chuckled as Joe’s punches made tiny indents on the surface of her belly.
“Joe darling, this is perfection! It’s like having a massage from the inside! Oooh, that really tickles! OUCH!” The smile on her face disappeared as poor Joe full on kicked her. “How dare you!” she screamed. In only a moment, the smile reappeared on her face. “That’s not very nice, little man! You will suffer for it!” The muscles in her stomach began to tighten…
Joe’s punches soon became pleas of mercy. Dísa’s laughter was scathing as she mocked his futile attempts to harm her. Her voice sounded like an earthquake to Joe. Joe’s voice, by contrast, could barely be heard even by Dísa, so she found a stethoscope and attached it to the skin around her belly button.
“Can you hear me, babe?” Dísa asked. It was a loaded question. She knew he could. She had only asked in order to get an answer from her prey, who had not yet said anything audible. A “Yes” from down below proved that the stethoscope worked. “You didn’t answer my question,” Dísa reiterated. “What do you think of my belly?”
“Well, it’s kind of dark in here…and noisy…this was not quite the date I had in mind...”
Dísa giggled. There was silence for a moment, filled only by a few low rumbles from her vast stomach, before Dísa heard Joe calling her name. “What is it?” she said dismissively. She wanted to sleep now. Eating somebody whole was joyful but tiring work. Her stomach needed time to readjust to the presence of its new victim. “I thought there was something between us, Dísa. I thought we had something.”
Dísa scoffed. “We did have something, darling. Or rather, I had something. I had you for dinner. You were delicious.” Joe did not seem pleased by the compliment. Soon came frightened screams and kicks, enough to elicit a belch from Dísa. “Oh my!” laughed Dísa, before she loosed another very loud burp, bringing up Joe’s glasses as she did so. She couldn’t help but smile at the irony. Joe would not need good eyesight any more. She would keep them so that she might remember her victim in years to come. She had eaten so many people during her life that she had forgotten most of their names.
“Did you hear that, Joe?” Dísa asked, smiling. “That was a belch of satisfaction. I think we’re going to have fun over the years.” The response of screams did not indicate that Joe shared this opinion. Not that that mattered. The amount of fun Dísa would have was directly proportional to the amount of pain Joe would suffer.
Dísa began to massage her belly, which purred with delight as it set about digesting the poor, helpless Joe. As she thought about how she would slowly squash and then crush her prey, a process that would take years, Dísa began to fall into a deep sleep, her belly moving in an almost rhythmic fashion.
Her victim’s pleas went unheard throughout her slumber. Joe curled himself into a ball and tried to shut out his fears as the gurgles that surrounded him began to grow louder. He could hear Dísa sighing happily as she slept. She had been the girl of his dreams…but now that dream had turned into a living nightmare, and the world would never know of Joe’s final fate.
Synopsis: Joe can hardly believe his luck when his beautiful friend Dísa agrees to go on a date with him. But are there other motives behind Dísa's decision? Joe soon discovers that his newfound girlfriend is not all that she seems...
Not Quite the Date I had in Mind
Chapter One: The Question
Joe was a very shy young boy, scrawny and blonde-haired with glasses. Many girls thought him handsome, though he had never had the confidence to talk to any of them. Dísa was different, though. She was a beautiful young Icelandic woman with fair skin, fiery red hair and beautiful dark green eyes. Joe often thought that Dísa possessed a quiet confidence and maturity beyond her years. She not only liked him and shared the same interests: she had also shown signs of liking him more than a little. She spent far more time with Joe than anybody else did. She even laughed at his jokes. Eventually, Joe decided to ask her out. Why did the boy always have to do the asking?
Usually Dísa met Joe on the way to work (he was a writer for a small copywriting firm, she a freelance decorator and occasional artist), but today Joe instead found her walking alone. She had seemed especially quiet the last few days and when she had spent time with him she had often seemed on edge, eyeing him in a curious way that made him a little uncomfortable. Joe’s lack of confidence was such that he often doubted his own theories, but he couldn’t help but feel that the look in Dísa’s eyes meant something significant. To him, that look said “You’re not bold enough to make a move on me, are you Joe?” He sighed. He would go through with this. He liked Dísa too much not to. But he would never forgive himself if she refused him.
As the two of them walked they said little. At last they came to a quiet street and found themselves alone. Joe drew a deep breath. If he kept his mouth shut then two minutes from now he would be at work. He would spend all day wondering what could have been. It was now or never.
“Dísa,” he said gently – it sounded almost a whisper to his own ears – “Can I ask you something?” Dísa did not immediately reply. Joe hoped that she had not heard. It was not exactly the best start. A second or two later, though, Dísa looked at him. “You already have asked me something,” she answered, allowing a small smile to spread across her lips. God, she was gorgeous when she smiled. “What did you want to say?”
“I…well…erm,” Joe lost his nerve as her dark eyes locked with his own lighter blue eyes, but the look Dísa gave him was not ungentle. He found his courage. “I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me…or something.” His heart nearly stopped. Her expression was unreadable. Had he just lost his best friend?
Suddenly Dísa’s face lit up, as if she’d just heard him.
“You’re asking me out?” she beamed. “Oh my god! Joe, I never thought you’d actually do it! That’s why I’ve been so quiet lately…I was trying to build up my courage…to, you know…” she blushed, causing Joe’s heart to skip a beat. His face also turned bright red. “I’d love to have dinner with you! How about tonight? Where were you thinking?”
“Ah! Good question!” Joe hit another pothole. His house was a mess. He rarely ate out. He was about to tell Dísa this when she said “Why don’t you come back to my place after work? That way we can have a bit of privacy.” She winked at Joe, causing him to blush again.
“Well…sure!” Joe answered somewhat sheepishly. Disa laughed.
“Excellent! See you there about six. I’ll have some wine ready.”
Chapter Two: The Date
The day passed by in a flash. Joe thought about nothing and no one but Dísa all day. He still couldn’t believe it. He was dating the girl of his dreams. Several people in the office noticed that Joe’s head wasn’t exactly on his work that day, but they paid him no mind. He was, after all, a quirky fellow.
Joe arrived at Dísa’s house a few minutes early. That was his manner: he liked to be precise, but he knew Dísa was a little more laid back in that respect, so he waited until the clock struck six before he knocked upon the door. It was not long before the door opened to reveal the beautiful Dísa. Beautiful hardly described her. She looked amazing. She was wearing a tight red top that clung to her curves and exposed a bit of her belly. Her jeans were skinny and she wore a lovely gold necklace. Her top, Joe couldn’t help but notice, also displayed an ample amount of bosom. He blushed. He hadn’t meant to stare at her body. Dísa if anything seemed flattered: she was smirking.
“Do you want to come in, or are you going to stare at me all night, darling?” the words were spoken softly but Dísa still managed to make them sound provocative. Joe nodded. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I hadn’t meant to-” “Don’t be sorry,” Disa cut him off. “Come in. Let’s have some wine.”
Dísa’s living room was spacious and, as might be expected from somebody who worked as a decorator, it was immaculate. She gestured for Joe to sit on one of the sofas whilst she went into the kitchen to bring out some wine and nibbles. Dísa knew that Joe’s preference was for red wine, though she preferred white, but it seemed that she had planned out everything perfectly. The bottle of red wine she’d bought certainly didn’t look cheap. Joe raised his glass to her and sipped slowly. Dísa came and sat next to him.
“This is incredible,” he told her. “Where did you get it?” “Oh, just down the road, from the off-licence,” Disa said. Joe thanked her, but then there was an awkward silence broken only by the sound of them nibbling on the crisps Dísa had brought out. Eventually Dísa spoke.
“Joe,” she began, “I’ve wanted to tell you how felt for a while now, I’m just so pleased that you’re finally here and that we’re dating. I know you’re shy. I didn’t want to make you ask me, but I just couldn’t have faced it if you had said no. I thought we had something, but I had to be sure.”
Joe sat still for a moment. His next response surprised her. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately on the lips. Dísa pulled him closer. Suddenly Joe pulled away, but Dísa held him tight. “I don’t feel so good…” Joe said. That was the last thing he remembered for a while. When he woke up, things were very, very different…
Chapter Three: The Truth
When Joe awoke, he felt incredibly strange. It was hard for him to grasp. He did not feel unwell, but rather he felt as if something was wrong. What it was he could not say. His vision was a little bit hazy. Had it all been a dream? It would be bloody Sod’s Law if it had been. Did he really think that he would ever be lucky enough to get to kiss Dísa?
“So you’re awake.” Joe jumped ten feet in the air as his vision seemed to slowly restore itself. The voice was unlike anything he had ever heard. It seemed to come from all around him. It was then that Joe realised that he was standing on a wide floor next to something that looked remarkably like a sofa leg. With astonishment it came to him that that was exactly what it was. For the first time since opening his eyes, Joe looked at his body. He had always been petite by the standards of most men, but now he was…miniscule! Hardly even the size of a mouse! What on earth was happening?
Frightened, Joe looked around him for the sound of the voice. It was then that it hit him. He was in Dísa’s house. That voice…once he had gotten over the shock of hearing such a loud sound, he realised that the tone of the person speaking sounded remarkably similar to Dísa…
“I’m glad to see you conscious.”
This time Joe followed the direction of the sound – and there she was. Dísa was huge. She stood above him, her legs at least twenty times as long as he was. Then there was the rest of her. She still wore the same clothes she had worn on their date, which made Joe think it was the same evening. The aftertaste of wine lingered in his mouth, which meant…what on earth was going on?
“Where am I? W-what happened?” Joe asked. “What happened is that you drunk some wine, dear,” Dísa told him. “A very special wine, as a matter of fact: I designed it hoping that you might like it. I didn’t actually get it from the off-licence. I made it myself. It has a curious side effect.”
“I don’t understand…the wine made me smaller? Why?”
“That’s right, my boy,” Dísa giggled. “As for why…well, I’ll let you think about that.” Joe was still at a loss. He did not need to wonder for long. A sound like an earthquake made him jump up again. Joe shuddered. It was the sound of a huge stomach growling.
Dísa simply looked down at her belly, then chuckled, then looked at Joe. “Right on cue,” she said. Joe almost stopped breathing.
“Y-you’re going to eat me?” he cried out, terrified. “Yep,” Dísa smiled. “That’s right, babe. You didn’t really think I invited you over for dinner, now did you? I like my men more muscular. But you’ll do for other purposes. No darling; I invited you over for dinner-for my dinner, to be precise.”
Joe could hardly believe what he was hearing. He’d heard tales of immortal, ageless giantesses before, but they were only in storybooks. Dísa may have looked a little younger than her actual years, but that was no reason for him to suspect…Who was this girl? What else had she not told him?
"You mean…all your affection for me-everything-was just a lie so that you could get me alone and then eat me?” “Yup,” said Dísa, “What can I say, Joe? You catch on quick!”
She grinned at Joe; once that grin would have aroused him. Now it made his whole body shake. Dísa reached down and seized him in between her tremendous hands, hands which he had once thought so dainty. Now Joe stared at the huge face in front of him, with eyes that seemed to delight in his terror. Joe had never seen Dísa look at him like…wait…now he understood the look she had given him not long ago. She had been eyeing him up as food!
Joe cursed himself. Suddenly he was angry. It was a strange feeling for him.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this, is it?” he snarled at the face in front of him. He was met by scathing laughter. “Hell no, babe! Let me know once you’re in my belly. You’ll find more than a few bones down there.”
“You see, I’m rather good at seducing men. I’ve mastered the art." She smiled wickedly. “You’re proof of that. As it happens meeting you worked out perfectly. I’d just finished digesting my last victim-Steve was his name-or was it Alan? Whatever. I needed another sacrifice. You’re going to be inside me for a while. You see, the stomach of a giantess is an interesting place. It digests its prey slowly. Steve took three years for me to fully devour. You’re small enough to swallow, but you are still just as nutritious as you were before I shrunk you. There was never a lot of you, but I like to have a smaller victim every now and then.”
Joe could only shudder as Dísa brought him closer to her mouth, so that the boy could see her big sharp teeth. “I won’t use these,” she told him. “I’ll swallow you whole. I nearly forgot the best bit: my belly doesn’t allow its victims to die. You’re going to be alive the whole time, right to the end.”
Her laugh cut through Joe like a razor. She was loving every second of this.
“Any last words, my boy?” Dísa asked, her smile widening. “Out with them if you do…my belly won’t wait forever.” “I thought I was in love with you,” Joe said quietly. “That’s all.” “How precious,” said Dísa “Bye bye Joe.”
Without any further warning Dísa opened her mouth, licking her luscious lips loudly as she drew Joe closer. She chuckled as she wrapped her tongue around him, at the same time as Joe made a sound that was both frightened and disgusted. Dísa played with him for a while as if he was a toy, rolling him around in her mouth, but soon her stomach began to gurgle once more. Joe could only shut his eyes and shiver as the beautiful girl he had admired for so long pulled him towards her throat. Then, without hesitation, Dísa swallowed Joe up in a single gulp. She lay down upon her unoccupied sofa, sighed happily, and let out a burp of finality.
Chapter Four: The Beginning of the End
“Oops…excuse me!” Dísa giggled. She loved it when her food made her belch. It had been three years since she had consumed a live meal: Dísa had forgotten how much she loved the feeling.
In her belly Joe struggled and squirmed. Already Dísa’s body had begun its work upon him. He felt groggy and unstable as the acids bit at his skin. For a moment he thought his end was inevitable. Then he remembered what Disa had said to him...if she had been telling the truth…
“This is only the beginning of your end, my Joe,” Dísa told him. My Joe: the implication was obvious. Dísa now considered him a part of her, no longer an independent entity but rather someone who belonged to her. “What do you think of my belly?”
Joe hesitated. He’d liked her curves once…from the outside. He found far himself less comfortable inside Dísa. He had never imagined that he would ever be inside her in this fashion. Panicking, Joe did the only thing he could think of. In a desperate attempt to escape he punched continuously at the walls of Dísa’s stomach. His host did not seem put out. In actual fact, she seemed amused.
Dísa chuckled as Joe’s punches made tiny indents on the surface of her belly.
“Joe darling, this is perfection! It’s like having a massage from the inside! Oooh, that really tickles! OUCH!” The smile on her face disappeared as poor Joe full on kicked her. “How dare you!” she screamed. In only a moment, the smile reappeared on her face. “That’s not very nice, little man! You will suffer for it!” The muscles in her stomach began to tighten…
Joe’s punches soon became pleas of mercy. Dísa’s laughter was scathing as she mocked his futile attempts to harm her. Her voice sounded like an earthquake to Joe. Joe’s voice, by contrast, could barely be heard even by Dísa, so she found a stethoscope and attached it to the skin around her belly button.
“Can you hear me, babe?” Dísa asked. It was a loaded question. She knew he could. She had only asked in order to get an answer from her prey, who had not yet said anything audible. A “Yes” from down below proved that the stethoscope worked. “You didn’t answer my question,” Dísa reiterated. “What do you think of my belly?”
“Well, it’s kind of dark in here…and noisy…this was not quite the date I had in mind...”
Dísa giggled. There was silence for a moment, filled only by a few low rumbles from her vast stomach, before Dísa heard Joe calling her name. “What is it?” she said dismissively. She wanted to sleep now. Eating somebody whole was joyful but tiring work. Her stomach needed time to readjust to the presence of its new victim. “I thought there was something between us, Dísa. I thought we had something.”
Dísa scoffed. “We did have something, darling. Or rather, I had something. I had you for dinner. You were delicious.” Joe did not seem pleased by the compliment. Soon came frightened screams and kicks, enough to elicit a belch from Dísa. “Oh my!” laughed Dísa, before she loosed another very loud burp, bringing up Joe’s glasses as she did so. She couldn’t help but smile at the irony. Joe would not need good eyesight any more. She would keep them so that she might remember her victim in years to come. She had eaten so many people during her life that she had forgotten most of their names.
“Did you hear that, Joe?” Dísa asked, smiling. “That was a belch of satisfaction. I think we’re going to have fun over the years.” The response of screams did not indicate that Joe shared this opinion. Not that that mattered. The amount of fun Dísa would have was directly proportional to the amount of pain Joe would suffer.
Dísa began to massage her belly, which purred with delight as it set about digesting the poor, helpless Joe. As she thought about how she would slowly squash and then crush her prey, a process that would take years, Dísa began to fall into a deep sleep, her belly moving in an almost rhythmic fashion.
Her victim’s pleas went unheard throughout her slumber. Joe curled himself into a ball and tried to shut out his fears as the gurgles that surrounded him began to grow louder. He could hear Dísa sighing happily as she slept. She had been the girl of his dreams…but now that dream had turned into a living nightmare, and the world would never know of Joe’s final fate.