Short Story - History Lesson (Soft Vore, Mini Giantess)

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Hey all, long time no see. Old new years resolution i tried to force on myself was to write more work, better late than never.

Otherwise enjoy the story. Involves a timid and closet voraphile getting teased by a overwhelmingly large beauty.

Tags : Soft Vore, Mini Giantess, Big Belly, Teasing, femdom, Smothering, Stuffing, F/F, F/M, Stomach Noises, Big Breasts, Big Ass

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Raz was thoroughly looking forward to her first mountain biking trip up the mountains. She was ever thankful She managed to get the sick leave and cash needed for the trip. The trip itself took her far out of the beach side city she called home, travelling overseas and climbing high above the mountain range to a secluded town halfway up Mt White. The town itself was famous for its many long hiking trails that wound their way throughout the country side, leading for miles between valleys and streams that a person could spend hours admiring.

Raz was so excited she struggled to get some rest in the hours leading up to her early alarm clock. She wanted to be the first person on the lift to beat the crowds and start her long trail blaze up and down the tracks leading to her first objective, the mountain spring located the furthest from her starting location. The trail itself would take several hours to cross, taking her past many picture locations on the way. Raz wasn’t phased by the distance, she was prepared to take her time and leisurely ride for the entire day.

The day was not prepared however. Outside it was pouring with rain, denying any enjoyment that would have been had by the cyclist. With a sigh of defeat Raz collapsed back onto the bed, begging fate to let the next day be sunny.

Hours passed with Raz slouching on the hotel bed, watching local TV, in a language she couldn’t understand. The mind numbing boredom was driving her insane. Raz shook herself of, realising that she somehow managed to develop cabin fever on the first day of her holiday. She grimaced at the lack of planning for bad weather, maybe a quick search online could help give her an idea of what to do.

Many cafes and parks were displayed before her, all of which seemed boring to Raz. She wanted something unique to this foreign locale she found herself in, something that she wouldn’t be able to find at home. With a sigh, she continued her browsing and finally calm across something that piqued her interest, a small, local history museum.

“That seems interesting enough”

The small museum was only 5 minutes walk away, a small enough distance for the light rain coat she took on this holiday. While the museum was diminutive when compared to other, more grand, locations the novelty of the visit was non the less interesting.

“Anything to get away out of this hotel room”

Without any more ceremony her decision was made, she was going to the museum.

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Raz arrived at the stout, stone work building, there was not a soul in sight. It was still early in the morning and off peak time hours for the humble establishment. Raz hoped the place was open, this was her best curing her boredom and she desperately wanted the wet walk from the hotel room to be worth it. She gently pushed open the door to the reception area inside.

A homely scene welcomed her, with the reception area having soft carpets lit by warm yellow lighting fixtures from the ceiling. A couple of modest couches dots the room, each placed in front of various glass cases. Contained within the cases were old relics and artifacts, various rusted swords and dented helmets and faded yellowed pieces of art. At the edge of the room stood a large reception desk, where a stern faced woman sat. Raz made her way to the desk, quickly glancing at the items held within the cases, marveling at the age and history before her.

The receptionist gave Raz a look that spoke volumes as to how much of a morning person she was. The cyclist ignored the dark look and politely asked about a ticket to enter the museum. The receptionist briefly explained the modest cost in accented english while also mentioning the up and coming tour occurring in the next 5 minutes.

“You’re very lucky you got here as early as you did, the morning tours are always sparse and it looks like you’re the only one going to be attending.”

Raz thanked her turn of fortune, a tour guide seemed like the perfect person to explain the relics and displays. She always preferred being led through a museum rather than randomly wandering its halls. Quickly, she signed up for the tour.

“Excellent, now if you have a seat the guide will be with you shortly. You need to be careful though, the guide can be quite intimidating if you’re a tourist here. Do not worry though, she will be safe and careful with you, she knows it is important for business”

Raz nodded in affirmation at the bizarre final comment. What could an intimidating tourist guide look like to Raz. Mulling over the cryptic message had to wait though, Raz was distracted once again by the relics on display in the waiting room. She browsed the pieces one after the other to pass the time. Passing over old swords and daggers and pottery pieces she finally came to the painting dominating the room. The painting depicted a congregation of people worshiping some sort of queen. The queen was drawn to be much larger than the rest of the worshipers, a little under twice their size, the sitting form of the queen made judging exact proportions difficult. What wasn’t difficult to judge though was the enormous belly being displayed openly by the queen. The pre-renaissance art did wonders showing the gravid dome, almost as if the artist had a focused fascination for it. Raz blushed at the depiction of the dome. Who would openly display their soft tummy like that, let alone royalty, this country and its customs were truly bizarre. Why was she so much larger than everyone else, almost as if some fertility goddess has descended to sit idly in the royal throne while rubbing her engorged belly.

While considering the country’s customs on bellies and the size of its rulers Raz’s train of thought was interrupted by a soft “ahem”. Turning around Raz blush intensified as she took in the sight before her. A perfect real life depiction of the queen was standing before her, almost as if she jumped out of the painting and put on a modest uniform when no one was looking. Raz realised what the receptionist meant by intimidating, the 14 foot form before her was certainly that. Raz forced herself to look upwards past the round tummy and heavy breasts to make eye contact with the giantess standing before her before she made even more of a fool of herself. The cute friendly face that met her smiled back and introduced herself.

“Hello, my name is Miri and I will guide you today” The accented english didn’t help with Raz’s blush, the cyclist could only hope that the giantess didn’t notice her predicament.

“If you’re ready, Follow me and I’ll guide you on the history of Mistress Mary”

The giantess gracefully pirouetted around, Raz took the brief lapse in attention to steal a glance at the giantesses grand tummy. The proud orb stood half veiled behind a white blouse, Raz only had a moment to quickly glance over its smooth soft texture. She couldn't believe how large it was while also holding such a nice round shape, almost as if it was filled with soft jelly. The blouse’s buttons strained valiantly to hold the garment closed over the orb, but the shirt itself was simply too small to cover the lower reaches of the belly. Raz blushed as she caught one final glimpse at the giantesses navel, sitting at eye level. The dark hole was where the flesh of the tummy folded in on itself ever to slightly, hiding the sensitive skin within. The fleshy hole wobbled as the giantess took one step to turn around and lead Raz away. Raz stood frozen as the soft belly was pulled out of sight.

What greeted her on the turnaround was just as large, soft and inviting. The giantesses huge fleshy backside dwarfed any the cyclist had seen before. The large round cheeks stood proud hugged tightly by a pair of semi-formal black jeans. The jeans were the largest pair Raz has ever seen but still couldn’t quite contain the girth of the giantesses booty. The tops of the jeans failed to cover up the lower parts of her back, allowing for anybody to view the waistband of a cute, pink pair of panties before they were consumed by the heavy ass below. Each step took them further away, Raz could only stand and stare dumbfounded. She was so overwhelmed she almost didn’t notice the noise that was constantly accompanied by such a large beauty.

*Gloorp… glut… splursh…*

Each organic wet slosh sounded out like a drum, timed to the beat of her steps. The noise could only come from one source, and Raz knew it was dangerously close to her. The noise told the story of ultimate gluttony, providing the perfect explanation as to why the giantess had such a perfectly big and round belly.

Raz shook herself out of her fear induced freeze. She quickly paced up to catch up to the large form leading her on. What she couldn’t shake was the constant blush on her cheeks, or the confused not in her stomach that seemed to get larger as she drew closer to the giantesses jiggling ass.

The tour passed slowly for Raz. Her attention constantly being demanded by the jiggling form before her. Plump breasts sat proudly on bulging tummy while massive ass jiggle behind. It was impossible for Raz to focus on what was being said, each sentence seemed to push her focus further from the museum and closer towards the huge woman’s body before her. It didn’t help that the huge tummy kept rudely interrupting its owner, constantly letting out groans and gurgles loud enough distract even the most focused history buff. The giantess simply ignored the fleshy tummy, continuing to speak even as the sloshing, gurgling and groaning continued.

The briefest and most important points managed to stick in Raz’s mind. The land was ruled by a dynasty whose final member was known as Lord Jean. The Lord was known to be quick to anger and temperamental. Needless to say he was not well universally beloved by the people of this land. While the Lord was known to be brutal the Lady, his wife, was known to be benevolent. Lady Mary was born from a lower caste and by chance met the Lord while he was visiting one of his dairy estates. He fell in love instantly and proposed a marriage on the spot. She hesitantly accepted, later sources claimed she was conscious of his temper when refused milk shipments in previous seasons. The marriage was a troubled one as so many things were with Lord Jean. He grew more irritable as he aged from a young man and Mary was left wondering if she made the correct decision. This calm to a head when the Lord ordered the execution of Mary’s parents.

Raz gasped at that, the brutal description finally knocking her out of her lust induced haze. She stared wide eyed at the stoic visage of the tour guide, even if it was partially obscured by a round fleshy tummy and two round fleshy tits. The history lesson continued.

Mary hated her royal life after that event. She threw herself into exile and made her way into the higher reaches of the mountains.

“This is where written sources start to disagree with one another” The giantess explained. “Most people believed she went there in search of distant family in her time of need. This is partly true”

Raz blinked at the loaded sentence. Before the giantess seemed to be idly explaining the stories of each relic, but now she seemed to be interested in her own story, as if she had a personal interest in the tale. Her tummy agreed, sloshing with each step as she made her way to one final piece. A larger, more grand version of the painting found in the reception.

“I believe Mary wanted to find power, power to take vengeance on Lord Jean. Only place she could find power like that was from family, family she knew lived a druidic life on a mountain top. Once she was with druids she got her power and then made her way back to the Lord Jeans Hall, ready to take back her kingdom”

“Are there any relics related to the druids here?” Raz asked, one of the first real sentences she said since meeting this overwhelming woman. Her interest finally breaking through her nervousness that seemed to grow in close proximity to the giantess.
“Good question, we could not find many things related to druid’s history, only a few tombs describing rituals and such related to fertility and feasting. Their disappearance is a mystery even today, almost as if some great beast came and gobbled them all up whole”

*Groan*

Raz jumped at the sudden, loud groan of the tummy. Every mention of food and eating seemed to set it off. Remarkable the giantess actually acknowledged the noise with a soft pat on her belly.

“Sorry little one, my tummy is feeling hungry since I didn't have big enough breakfast this morning. Where was I…. Oh yes of course” The giantess punctuated the exclamation with a slap on her belly, sending it jiggling for a long moment as she continued her story.

“Mary returned in a grand spectacle and usurped Lord Jean, her new power displayed in the picture you see here” the giantess gestured the painting of the large bellied queen.

“On that day she announced her title to be Mistress Mary for all subjects. The following dynasty lasted until today, the current queen of a country is the direct descendant of our first queen.”

The giantess concluded with a final glance at Raz. Raz nodded and was about to thank her for the tour before the giantesses belly interrupted once again, followed by its owner interrupting.

“One more thing, we have prepared a brief dramatic documentary explaining how queen took over court from Lord Jean, if you’d like you could watch it in here” The giantess indicated the closed off side room, containing a large TV and a number of chairs.

Raz nodded and made her way inside, the giantess followed suite, almost blocking the entrance with her bloated body.

Raz simply made her way and sat down in a chair nearest the TV. in a moment the movie started.

The scene displayed was unexpected for Raz, a man being held aloft in the grip of a giantess, this one slightly less pudgy than the tour guide Raz and gotten used to. The man was gagged, a gold crown on his head, his build decidedly average but juvenile when compared to the gargantuan woman holding him. She held his struggling body effortlessly, squishing him down into her huge bosom.

The giantess wore an open robe on her shoulders, with a frilly dress veiling the heavy breasts resting on the large tummy below. Her body was perched on a throne overlooking a grand dining room table, currently empty and devoid of people. The giantesses dress was hiked up, lewdly exposing her massive midriff for all to see. The belly stood proud and large, completely covering her crotch, but only partially covering her thick thighs, each just as wide as the man within their grasp. The giantess drew breath to speak, expanding her covered breasts and smothering the squirming man’s face all the more.

“I am Lady mary and I have returned”

Raz stifled a snort at the terrible acting, the humour knocking her out of her admiration on comparison between the giantess with the massive belly and huge breasts and the tiny male. She glanced briefly at the giantess to see if she noticed, but the giantess had her full attention on the TV screen, a nostalgic look in her eyes and a faint blush on her face. Her tummy, as always, continued to grumble. Glancing back at the screen, Raz realised she missed most of the introduction and just caught the last bit of the conversation between “Lord Jean” and “Mistress Mary”.

“Remember Jean, anything you do that insults me will mean I'll get very hungry.”
*GROoooan*

The puny man stared wide eyed at the grinning face before him. She was toying with him, drawing out the finale. The Dark shadows behind his eyes proved he knew his chances were slim. He had seen this beastly woman consumed many people before him, all for the entertainment of others. He knew his only chance was appeasing to her ego, through worship of expansive stomach and breasts, all of which could easily crush him if she chose to.

The giantess, still clutching the man like a disobedient pet, lowered him down below the point of her navel. She used her other hand to lift her stomach high, unveiling the laced undergarments she wore, stretched thin by the jiggling masses of flesh that were her thighs and buttocks. She pinned the man beneath her single handedly, leaving him in the shadow of the gurgling tummy suspended above him. His toes pointing to the silhouette of her pussy, which looked large enough to swallow him whole. "Lord Jean" shivered in fear but he did not try to flee, fleeing would definitely be an insult to the mistress.

The giantess let herself giggle at his dilemma, eyes staring down half lidded as if they could see past her girth at the man below her.

"Lord Jean, I have returned from exile larger and more beautiful than before, let us consummate our marriage like we did when we were newly wed"

Her role play and accent were awful, almost pitiful. The gagged man almost let out a chuckle at the giantesses attempt at historical recreation. His giggle turned into a gasp as the giantess simply let her belly flop down, pinning most of his body below her girth. He brought up his hand in defence, trying valiantly to stop the tidal wave of tummy above him. There was a brief moment where the stomach paused, raw adrenalin being the only thing capable of stopping the groaning smother monster. The giantess giggled at the stimulation his hands provided.

"Oh Jean, you always knew how to give the most stimulating massages." she moaned as she reached down to the sweating male form as his arms wobbled from exertion. She lightly brushed his hair, distracting him and making him drop the belly another few precious centimetres. The fold of her tummy lightly brushed the tip of his nose as it bulged obscenely around his hands, like a bag of jelly.

"Jean, I love you're little massages, but I feel it's time to reach deeper" the giantess leaned forward, placing many times more pressure on poor "Lord Jeans" arms. His face had turned a bright shade of red, with the amount of sweat painting of his forehead seeming to double. The huge orb of meat above him refused to give him rest, as it's descent sluggishly continued, despite his heroic efforts. He grunted with exertion, trying valiantly to re-straighten his arms and force back the tummy tidal wave. The jiggling of her victims failing arms signalled the giantess's the perfect time to strike, bringing both hands to slap firmly down on the swollen gut. The males arms faltered at the sudden increase in pressure, collapsing to his sides. The victims gagged yelp of fear was quickly interrupted by the full thudded slap of the belly touching down, punctuated by a large jiggle and a healthy groan. The man's world turned much darker, much hotter, and much heavier as he was introduced to the loud gurgling world above him.

Raz mouth gaped open at the spectacle before her, the entire man crushed beneath a gargantuan Round tummy. Only the tips of his hands visibly strained at either side of the fleshy orb. The man entirely eclipsed by the woman above him, helpless against her weight. Raz couldn't stop staring at the faint jiggles coming from his struggles. The giantess hummed gratefully at the stimulation, stroking at her bloated form and gently tickling the man's struggling fingers with either hand. “Lord Jean's” efforts punctuated by gurgles and groans echoing ominously in the flesh smothering him.

"Lord Jean, us being together like this almost makes me regret having to leave after what you did to my family" the giantess whispered in a flat voice, never losing her smirk at his struggles. "I spent so long wishing to see you again, to make you understand how I truly felt about you." The giantess pressed forward on her tummy briefly, smothering him further, relenting the pressure in the brief moments before unconsciousness. "Let us not dwell on the past mistake my love, I've returned and so a feast in celebration is in order" cheered the giantess with a clap of her hands. The sudden noise summoned two more actors playing as servants, each struggling to hold a platter containing the most impressive roast boar Raz had ever seen. The gargantuan piggie stuffed to bursting with buttered dough, rivalling an average male in shear heft and size.

Raz could not avert her Gaze, her overstimulated mind trying to comprehend the scene before her. The awe inspiring challenge to the giantesses gluttony left before her promised any normal person many days worth of meat and morsels. The food budget for this historical recreation must be absurd she realised. The giantess couldn't possibly expect to finish this feast on her own could she? The two servants vanished from the scene, leaving the giantess and her victim alone with her food.

"My favourite, roast piggie, their wonderful flavour reminds of many banquets we had Jean '' the giantesses learned at the still crushed form of the substitute Lord Jean. "I always hoped you would be with me for my first meal back as Lady of this land"

With minimal effort compared to the serving boys, the giantess simply lifted the pig carcuss to her mouth. The meat oozing with the promised flavour. Raz's breathing continued to accelerate, realising that such tools as carving knives and forks were never provided for the lady. Any royal individual would never be caught dead cutting their own meals. Although if the giantesses continued smirk, salivating maw and licking of lips with a far too large tongue told anything it was that she never intended to cut this meat in the first place.

Gradually the giantess opened her mouth, flashing perfectly white teeth framing the dark pink void beyond. Her tongue extending out, as if to bekon the swine into the warm wet depths beyond. Her mouth stretched further than any normal human seen before, and then gradually kept growing, as if to show just how much more adapted at gluttony this giantess is. Raz gulped at the image before her, the camera intentionally showing the dark cavern at the back of the giantesses mouth, as if drawn to it.

The giantess drew her tongue along the closest surface of the swine, it's plump rump. She drew a circle in spit, savouring the flavour of her soon to be meal. Slowly, her lips sealed completely around the boar's hind end. The rear legs of ham almost completely sealed away with only a small pair of hooves sticking out between plump lips. The giantess smirked as best she could with a mouth filled with many pounds of pork. She was pleased with the flavour, but unable to taunt and tease the generous host of the meal still strapped beneath her body. At that thought, her stomach let out a groan of annoyance, still neglected with not one but two tasty morsels within reach. Unable to deny herself further, the giantess's simply had to fill her hungry tummy with something, whatever it may be.

With a small, unintentional glance at the camera, the giantess began to draw the piggie’s plump hind end into her mouth, using powerful arms to hold it steady for its slow descent. Raz blushing intensified as her stomach knitted itself into a nervous knot. She couldn't believe how much this giantess was packing away, how much food could this exotic lady actually eat? Her answer came gradually as the pig's hind end breached her throat, creating a noticeable bulge in the giantesses neck. The giantesses efforts continuing the boar’s descent to its doom.

Gradually, inch by inch, the boar sunk into the Mistresses mouth, drawn down by powerful gulps that audibly announced her efforts. Her stomach groaned and gurgled in excitement at its new meal. The man trapped beneath still desperately trying to free himself, before crushed under the weight of an even more bloated stomach. The giantesses tongue drew lazy circles as the giantess gained ground on the pig's waist. She was savouring this treat, enjoying it for the starter it was. The pig continued to descend, it's legs now entirely within the giantess mouth as she claimed even more of its body. She drew a hand over the top of her noisy tummy, the weight of the snack entirely supported within her mouth now.

The giantess continued on, the stuffed gut of the pig provided only a minimal resistance to the overwhelming power of the giantesses maw. Her lips deformed the fatty skin, as its hind end breached her throat, now starting its final approach to the grumbling pit below. "Lord Jean" still struggled on, his efforts slowing as his lungs struggled to gain air. The only air he could gain thoughourly tainted by the grumbling tummy above him. A shiny sheen of moisture had broken out over the gurgling orb, her excitement bringing on a hot flush leaving her glistening.

Inevitably, her plump lips closed around the pig's neck, slurping over its face. As a final farewell, her squirming tongue extended to poke at the Apple stuffed within its mouth, sealing the stuffing within. She hummed appreciatively at the sweet flavour. Using a single hand, she carefully guided the pig's stuffed head the final inches to its doom. Her tongue and finger providing the support to the raw power her throat displayed. With a final slurp, her lips closed around her finger sealing the boar inside. With a final gulp, the bulge inside the Mistresses throat sunk. Her stomach bulged with its newly claimed prize, now entirely smothering the man beneath her. His struggles now diminished as he was crushed under the weight of the newly filled tummy. The giantess drew her finger out her mouth a trail of saliva linking her tongue and her index. She let out a gentle sigh, her appreciation of the feast clear. Raz’s gut felt like a wound spring staring at this amazing woman. Her blush had broken into a full blown hot flush as her body tried to process all the stimulus provided. The Audible noises, the visuals, everything overwhelming her with gurgling stomachs and gluttony. She could only imagine what the other senses would be like, the taste, smell and touch of this beautiful lady. Raz was scared and confused, but one thing was clear, she couldn't stop imagining worshipping that bulging stomach, as it overpowered the meals trapped inside.

The giantess was satisfied, but not finished.her stomach was full but she knew she could do more.

*Gruuuuu*

Her gurgling tummy, covered in droplets from her heat and shining like the oiled feast she just consumed announced the space for more.

The giantesses announcement broke Raz from her trance. "Lord Jean, that feast was a wonderful welcome back to my court, I'm so glad I could enjoy it with you" the giantess leared down. Her massive tummy even more massive now rendering the helpless man even more helpless under its weight.

"I will be frank 'my Lord'" the giantess hummed sarcastically. "I truly did not intend to forgive you"

"But after my exile, realising my new power, my grand return, and crushing you under nothing more than my wonderfully tummy, I've realised that you are hopeless compared to me"
*Gruuuuuuu*

The giantesses speech was accompanied by a grunt in effort. She was finally relinquishing the pressure on his body, her form now standing at her intimidating size. Her belly gave up its prize reluctantly. "Lord Jean's" crushed form stuck fast to the underside of her belly, slowly peeling off as the adhesive combination of heat and sweat from both her and him failed. Raz's eyes widened and her nervousness doubled at the sight of his form. His skin was bright pink and glistening, his body overheated from the pounds of fat that crushed it. His body Limp, head fell forward and his eyes rolled in his skull, the wheezing breath from his mouth told Raz he was still alive, just barely. His upper body fell from her stomach with a splat on the table below. The merciless mistress denied him rest as she reached down and grasped his frail form with both hands. Carefully holding his slick form.

"I could easily be rid of you, but I feel my first love should return the favour for all he has done for me" she stared him in the face, his senses slowly returned, his eye widening at the sight of his tormentor, her plump lips in a smirk. He squirmed in her grasp, forgetting himself in a panic as he struggled uselessly in the overpowering grasp.

"Lord Jean, you forget yourself, you truly do not have a say in this matter any more" the giantess whispered, quenching his squirms. He stared wide eyed and terrified at the monster before him. Her eyes stared back, unreadable intentions smoldering in their depths. Her smirk drew into a pout, she carried his form closer to her face, the gurgling stomach pressing to his legs. The noises below a grim reminder to the feast that disappeared moments ago. Lord Jean focussed on her lips, his still gagged mouth scowling in terror. The stand in playing the part convincely, as if he truly feared for his life. Raz couldn't look away at the scene before her, her own twisted imagination quietly explaining to her all the possible things this woman could do to dominate this tiny man in her grasp.

Slowly she drew him forward. Raz and "Lord Jean" held their breath not believing it could be possible. A soft kiss drew his entire face in, smothering his muffled screams for his life. Raz's nerves tripped in power her brutal imagination seemed to be coming true before her very eyes. However, gradually drawing him back from the embrace of her mouth, leaving his face a slick mess. She giggled at his wide eyes, he truly believed himself to be doomed to fall into the pit of the stomach below. His giant tormentor continued to giggle at his shock.

"Silly Jean, you have treated me well since I have arrived, given me food and provided some wonderful entertainment, and I will need an appropriate partner for my new rule” The stand in for the Lord let off an audible sigh, his fortune seemed to finally be paying off ever since he arrived at this twisted country with overwhelming mistresses bent on toying and teasing everyone they meet. A single bead of sweat slid off his slick brow, the combination of the tension in his gut and the heat of the grumbling tummy making him quite slick with nerves. The eyes of the mistress ominously followed the drop, an inside joke hidden behind her irises that the stand in managed to detect. Suddenly, the feeling of relief felt very far away, as he realised the disappointment written on her face at his outstanding performance at submission.

The drop fell from his brow, and splashed on the dress below, leaving a minor stain on the soft silk coated bust. A minor blemish on the overwhelmingly large weight that was her chest, resting comfortably on the fleshy dome that was her tummy. The smooth tummy flesh displaying only the slightest bumps but otherwise effectively hiding the feast still stored within.

The mistresses frowned at the meaningless slipup, feigning insult to get the delicious meal trapped in her grasp. "And it was going so well for you...aaahhhh". She opened her mouth, just as wide for the pig that went before, washing hot breath over the stand-in's petrified face. The droplets on his face tripled as his brain short circuited, going into shock at incredibly monstrous pink abyss before him.

Unceremoniously, she thrust him forward enveloping his entire head and parts of his torso in her slick mouth. Drawing out a shuddering groan at the tangy taste of fear coming from the stand-in's body. The giantess loved to tease and toy with her unfortunate volunteers for these shows. A teased and shivering morsel always tasted so much better, and felt so much more satisfying filling out her tummy.

A burbbled groan from below announced her bodies increasing impatience. A rolling gulp suddenly took the actors form, pinning arms and hands to his sides, only his waist down free from her sweltering heat of her mouth. The giantess took the briefest moment to trace her slurping toungue along the stand-in backside, drawing out more frantic twitches from his body. His efforts were, as always, in vain, his feeble strength nothing compared to the overpowering force of just the mistresses throat.

The flesh around the giantesses one way slide to gurgly doom stretched ludicrously around the actors body. His veiled body gradually sinking down lower and lower, hiding behind the mistresses heavy breasts. With a large heave, she drew his form deeper still, his waist now sunken behind her upturned teeth. His legs were feebly kicking outside her mouth, with a smirk, she tickled her fingers along the sole foot, toying with her prey. The feathery touches drew gasps from the stand-in, the soft tickles a contradiction to the smothering squeezing flesh surrounding him. His body was now ever so close to the thunderous noises of the belly below. Not much further now and he would be sealed away properly now, with no hope of escape.

A final gulp signalled his doom, her finger tenderly guiding his legs inwards. Her lips slurped along his calves, finally sealing his feet within the feaverish heat of her mouth. Her finger gave a final good bye push, and drew out of her mouth leaving a trail of glistening saliva. His form rapidly descended now, and gradually pushed taught the pudgy skin of her belly. His form bulged clearly as it settled above the smaller lumps of the piggy feast she had consumed earlier. Despite the slightly taught lumps, Raz noticed the still droopy nature of giantesses belly, as if it could and had consumed many more people in one sitting before this. Raz blushed and couldn’t deny the glowing visage being displayed before her.

The voress sighed in content. Her hands drew slow circles, teasing the wiggling shapes of "Lord Jean’s" limbs. Within her fleshy dome, the stand-in's face was now a visage of desperate struggle. His still bound mouth muffled any protests and curses he would fling at the voress, if the fat belly already didn't fully accomplish that. He kicked and squirmed as much as he could, drawing more thunderous groans and grunts of pleasure from the voress. The belly was deafening from within, it's power displayed by the load gurgles and groans that echoed all around the stand-in. With a desperate heave, he collapsed on-top of the pork carcass he was perched on. His body finally giving up and shutting down, the lack of fresh air, combined with a thorough belly smothering, being his demise.

*gruuuuun*

The minor groan signalled the the final moments of the stand-in's unfortunate acting career. The voress sighed blissfully, continuing to stroke over her wonderful belly, as it worked hard on the meals trapped inside. Soon he will be nothing more than beautiful fat and muscle adding to her already immense frame. The voress still has a little more growth left in her body, and each meal brings her closer to what her ancestors achieved before her. Soon it will be all the more easier to pluck, man handle and devour her meals. A welcome ease since she will need to eat more and more as her body grows into the goddess like form it was destined to be.

Raz continued to blush as the scene faded to black with no more dialogue. Her stomach still a knot of tight nerves as she desperately tried to calm her racing heart. Taking deep breaths she tried to process the cocktail of feelings inside her. Her mind couldn't believe the sight she just saw, the woman was massive, but she glowed with this overwhelming beauty that looked, felt and was larger than Raz herself. Raz couldn't help but envision standing before the voress, looking up at the towering form. Her tummy is even more stuffed than what was shown, as is grumbles ominously and loudly, working hard on the many, many meals that are grapes within. Their muffled protests are nothing but a humorous distraction as the voress reaches down for one more meal…

"Ahem" *gruuuuuun*

Raz looked up, eyes wide at the guide that brought her here. The gurgling groa gaining just as much attention as the delicate cough. Raz went into panic mode once again, her blush doubling as she recognised the form of the massive woman standing before her. Her plush lips and cascading brown hair reminded Raz of the voress viewed not one minute ago. The guide herself being just that little bit larger than the actress that was shown. All her meals and snacking paying off, growing her form larger and more beautiful, the perfect person to welcome people to the rich history of Mt White and the Mistresses great dynasty of hungry giants.

"Now if you would like, you may follow me and I can show you the story of how Mistress Mary conquered the rest of the local provinces, solidifying her rule on the land" Raz stood frozen and the giantess tried to lead her away, her blush still showing bright as day. She wanted to follow, but her flight instinct refused to allow her to move, the contradicting thoughts in her mind chaining her legs in place. The giantess looked back, finally noticing the emotional turmoil written on Raz's face. A dark smirk crossed her features as she realised a new, interesting and scrumptious meal had fallen into her lap.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know that old video would interest you so much" she purred "if you'd like, we can skip the boring military history." The giantess took a step closer, prowling closer to her prey" I can tell you about Mistress Mary's great family of daughters, each just as glorious as she" another step closer, the voressess giant legs covering the distance easily. "I can even show you, I was very fortunate to inherit this wonderfully body from my great grandmother"

*glrrrk*

The deep groan from the tummy terrified and excited Raz like nothing else ever did. The giantess now looming over Raz, eclipsing the small girl. The loud, hungry tummy almost blocking the larger girls view of the smaller girls sweating face.

"Are you interested, little girl?" Raz desperately tried to control herself to answer the question. She knew she had to refuse. The voressess body promised so much pleasure, but at a dark price that Raz knew she would have to pay. Raz loved to watch her body jiggle and move, but she had to escape from here, before it was too late, if it wasn't already too late being this close to the gluttonous stomach before her.

"I'd like to leave…” the mutter was indistinct, overwhelmed by a well timed gurgle from the stomach, it being an inch away from completely smothering the poor girl. The voress hesitated, her stomach letting loose a gurgle of annoyance at the new meals denial. The following silence was deafening, Raz couldn’t stop blushing and staring at the huge belly before her. Her mind couldn’t fathom how many morsels had disappeared behind the fleshy walls, all being added to the huge goddess whose attention she unfortunately currently owned.

Raz rallied and forced herself to break eye contact with the tummy before her. She glanced up and stared, wide eyed, at the visage of the voress before her. The annoyed face of the goddess spoke volumes on how disappointed she was for the denial. The voress was looking forward to having another foreigner state her hunger, and she was feeling extra hungry now after watching that old video of her. The vorress reached down and lightly brushed a finger beneath the chin of the cute petite girl, considering her options and the consequences she received from snacking on the job before.

“Fine, the exit is that way” The disengagement was abrupt and instant. The voress simply stepped back and paced away, deeper into the museum, probably to some unknown break room. Raz was left blinking and chilled after being in the close presence of such a sweltering stomach for so long. After a moment of stunned silence, she quickly trotted to the indicated exit, thanking and cursing herself for her safety and denial respectively. The contradicting mixture of emotions wasn’t what she expected for an introduction to this strange new land.

The voress sighed in sadness as she listened to the light pitter patter of steps as the cute meal made her escape. If only she was pure royal blood, then she could have her way with whoever she wanted and no one could deny her the pleasure. A fantasy for later, in the meantime she considered her options for lunch, all that teasing from that little girl made her positively ravenous. Perhaps the local dairy farm had some cows they would be willing to part with.