That Little Frog
 
 
 
 The trail was buzzing with the chorus of life in the mid morning hours, among the various bird calls and insect chirps was a rhythmic crunching sound, the sound of hiking boots on dry underbrush. This was a favorite trail of mine, had been for years, it was rarely populated by more than one or two people a day and was a great place to disappear into nature. (Little did I know just how literal I was going to take that phrase today, but let's not get ahead of ourselves.) I was in search of a favorite relaxation spot of mine, a little ways off of the trail there was an isolated stream tucked between a cliff face and thick foliage, it was a perfect plays to strip down and take in the cool water without prying eyes getting a free show. After a couple of hours of hiking I came to the marker I created to let me know where to turn to find the stream. It was a pile of dead trees and rocks, to the average person it would just look like debris, but I knew it was the gateway to a little slice of paradise. I turned right and made my way off of the trail and into the thicket of trees and bushes. A couple miles, and a few scratches and bruises, later and I was standing on the slick rocks lining the banks of my private little stream. The water was like glass, you could only tell it was there by the slight ripples of the steady current, other than that one would think the fish here were magically hovering across the rocky ground. I clasp my hands and thrust them above my head, arching my back and stretching the soreness of the morning hike out of my muscles and then start to make myself at home. I free my ponytail from the back of my ballcap and toss it on the ground nearby, followed by the black tee shirt I was wearing over a thinner white cropped tank top. Just as I toss the shirt aside I hear a large object splash down into the water nearby and freeze.
 
 I begin to have a mini-freak out in my head over the possibility of some perverted voyeur out to rain on my solitude, but after a few minutes of complete silence, I decide that I am still as alone as ever. I decide to walk to the edge of the water in the direction that the sound came from to see what might have fallen in. Behind a small group of rocks was a little sunken pool just off of the stream that I had never noticed before, and right there in the middle of it looking up at me was the source of the sound, a frog. No, not just a frog, the biggest frog I had ever seen in my life. It looked to be the size of bear cub, sitting mostly submerged in the pristine waters of the tiny lagoon. It stared at me, its eyes seemed dull and lifeless, like there was little to no intelligence behind them. This wasn't overly surprising to me, if I knew anything about frogs it is that they have one purpose in life, to eat whatever it can fit in its mouth. With that thought, a stirring sensation started under the crotch of my cut off jean shorts and my face became flush, could it work? I had always had a bit of a fetish about being eaten, I know it's not possible in real life, but it's a fun fantasy that I've pleasured myself over many, many times. Even now it would be impossible, as big as this natural garbage disposal was, it wasn't nearly big enough to swallow someone of my size. Maybe, I thought, maybe I can get the experience by letting it try to swallow my leg, eventually it will get tired of trying and spit me out, or the poor thing will choke. As I mulled the options over in my head, the frogs gaze still sat upon me, completely unchanged, like its own thought process was just a bunch of tv static and the word food repeating over and over again. Fuck it, I thought, how many more times would I get an opportunity like this to try out an impossible fantasy and live to tell about it.
 
 I sit down on the rock above the frogs private pool and untie my hiking boots, tossing them aside and stood again to unbutton the super short denim shorts. I slid them to my ankles, kicking them over to where my shoes were and looked around to make sure I really was alone, aside from my amphibious friend. I stood before the frog once again, wearing just my small white top, long thigh high black socks, and small pair of thin fabric white thong panties that did little to hide my growing excitement. I step forward to the edge of the rocks and sit down, letting my feet dangle down into the lagoon in front of the frog. Anticipation was welling up within, butterflies were going crazy in my stomach, a torrent of nervous excitement washed over every fiber of my being. Here goes nothing, I thought as I lifted my right foot up and pushed it against the slimy green lips of monstrous predator. My heart fluttered with anticipation as.....nothing happened. I realize that I had been holding my breath, I exhale and adjust myself in order to put my left foot on its lips next to my right one. Still nothing. I almost started to feel insulted, am I not good enough for you frog? You're just a dumb animal, you can't fathom the value a pretty thing like me holds, how dare yo....ok, get it together. I pull my right foot back and slide my long black sock off, exposing my smooth bare leg, and then reapply my foot, this time trying to wedge my toe between the lips. This action finally induced a response in the amphibians little brain, because in a quick motion it lunged slightly forward and clamped its mouth down over my feet at lightening speed.
 
 I yelped in surprise, and then quickly marveled at the hot wet sensations on my soles. My bare right foot was being washed over by saliva and soft flesh of the frogs mouth. I leaned my head back and let out a small moan as the beast seemed to be assessing and savoring what must be incredibly foreign flavors to it. I run my feet around the inner cheek and across the tongue of the frog with soft movements as to not make it spit me up, it responded by doing just the opposite. Another small but quick move and my feet slipped into the back of the mouth, pressing against a tight hole that would lead into his throat. I bite my lip as I watch, the lips now halfway up my calves. I can tell it won't be able to take a lot more, but if I really work with my gluttonous friend, maybe we can get up to my hips before I have to break his heart and let him know that this meal is as much fantasy for him than it is for me. A surprisingly powerful gulp breaks my train of thought as my feet enter the incredible cramped throat. I can feel a series of gulps and undulations in the muscles as my feet slowly sink down, followed by my calves. I can tell it's being careful with such a large meal, it doesn't want to harm itself with such a conquest. I try to push myself a little bit forward when I feel his gulps to try to help the little guy along, and help myself. Up to my knees in a frogs mouth, my body was experiencing indescribable sensations, I was practically vibrating with lust and desire for more. I felt my feet enter the stomach, it was much warmer than any other part of the frogs insides so far, but slightly more roomy than the throat was. Slowly it worked its way up my thighs, nearing my crotch were my little panties were nearly tearing at the seems in an attempt to hold back my arousal. A few more good gulps and my knees were ready to enter the stomach. My bare foot was tingling a little with the sensations of digestive acids, it wasn't wholly unpleasant, but it was irritating and slightly itchy, as opposed to the burning flesh that I always anticipated in such a scenario. Another gulp and now I was able to fold my legs as the knees entered the gastric chamber, I came a little as I looked down to see the lips of the frog just below my crotch, to have its hungry mouth so close to my most sensitive areas pushed me over the edge. Gulp, my ass and hips disappear into the maw.
 
 I can start to make out the outline of my legs in the distended midsection of the frog, he is about at his limit, too bad, for the both of us. As amazing as the sensations of the stomach churning against my legs and the soft fleshy mouth walls against my ass and thighs are, I kind of hoped for more. I wondered how long he will let me sit like this, clogging up his throat with my thick thighs, before it gives up and turns me loose. I decide to try to push a little more, maybe if I manipulate my hips and legs, I can turn enough to let it swallow my hips, just for a little bit, what I wouldn't give to experience the feeling of the stomach sloshing my thighs and ass around, if but for a few moments. I wriggle my hips and lightly push, trying to coax more swallowing gulps, they come slowly and methodically. I try to pull my knees up will pushing down with my ass, hoping I don't tear at his insides in the process. With surprising elasticity his throat began to stretch to envelop my ass, his lips now traveling up my torso. From the looks of things he will be able to just take my hips into his stomach before being completely overwhelmed and having to release me. This was perfect, beyond anything I could ever dream. I moan as each gulp pulled me closer to the perfect bliss of my ultimate fantasy. With one mighty pull, it finally happened, my ass entered the stomach, I came almost immediately as the sensation of stomach acids started tingling my bare ass and started seeping into my groin. The frogs body was nearly bursting at the seems, I know it won't be long before it starts to regurgitate me so I plan to enjoy the sensations while I can. They certainly are new sensations, however, realization slowly starts to come across me, this isn't very pleasant at all. Perhaps fantasy was left just as that, fantasy. Here in reality, my legs and feet felt like they were starting to catch a nasty burn, and my crotch and ass began itching like I accidently used poison ivy to wipe myself. I grit my teeth and groaned, started trying to coax the frog into letting me out already.
 
 I reached out for the rocks to try to give myself leverage to pull my body free, but just as I got my fingers onto one, I was jerked forward. It gulped hard again and its lips were almost at my nipples. The frog had also reached its little arms up and grabbed me just under my armpits and started trying to pull me further into the mouth. I started to panic a little, I knew if it kept this up it would tear its stomach open, I didn't want to kill the poor creature, but I also knew that I needed to get free. My legs were on fire, this was not the experience I dreamed of, this was a nightmare. Suddenly I sank further, my back started curling into the bottom of the stomach, there is no way this is happening, it isn't big enough, this can't be happening. It pulls me in further, now my arms and head are all that is sticking out of the mouth, my back is straining as it slowly twists and compresses me into an excruciatingly uncomfortable fetal position. Tears flow down my face and I cry out for help. This can't be happening. Another gulp and muscles felt on the verge of tearing off of bone, vertebra popped and shifted my lower legs crushed into the sidewall of the stomach. Gulp, gulp, and my world became total darkness. I think I start to go into shock, all I can do is sob to myself useless phrases like somebody help me and it's not possible.....this can't be happening. Gulp, gurk, slurp, my arms slurp into the lips like a pair of noodles and just like that, I am completely claimed by the king of the lagoon. I finish my crushing decent, now barely able to breath, not just due to a lack of oxygen, but the balled up position is preventing my lungs from expanding much at all. The stomach muscles are stretched beyond their limits, but some how still have enough power to massage the burning acids into my already softening flesh. This is my fantasy....this is hell. Internally I cry out in agony, externally I creek and wheeze. I just want out, I don't want this, I only wanted to tease the beast a little, I never intended to die here. Unfortunately, I no longer am the master of my destiny, the frog is my master now....and my master desires to be satiated. My master desires nutrients. My master needs me, my hopes, my dreams, my entire life, my flesh, my very soul. Master hungers and will not be denied.
 
 Externally, a greatly detailed outline of my body could be seen through the flesh of the massive frog. It was packed so full that its legs stuck straight out to the sides, all it can do is sit and wait for me to digest enough to be able to move around again, until then he is a sitting duck for anything that decided to turn a pred into prey of its own. Lucky for him, his already massive body would be enough to ward off anything short of an anaconda, so it will just lay in its pool, fat and content, digesting its prey. Digesting me. The next few hours crawled by, somehow I hadn't suffocated yet, the sweet release of death was denied to me so my agony could persist. If there were any light, I would be able to see the pinkish froth forming in the caustic soup that soaked my flesh, I was dissolving away. My hair and clothes were gone, my flesh sizzled and popped as the acids churned and sloshed about me. All I wanted was to experience my fantasy, cum, and when the high faded, go home. Was it worth it? My sexual organs might not be anything more than nutrient soup at this point, I couldn't tell, the agony of my nerve endings being corroded away across my body kept me from worrying about such things. Finally, the pain started to fade, my body was shutting down. My consciousness faded into an eternal dreamless sleep. My master was pleased, as he closed his eyes and entered his own pleasant sleep.