Dr. Shelly was a man of science. He cared about little else. That “little else” was, of course, money. So when he traveled into the jungle, three adventurer types in tow, it was to make money by using science.
 
 
“Come along, we need to find something before nightfall or you're not getting paid.” He said, looking at map as two burly men cut the jungle out of the way, and a woman watched the foliage and trees with a scoped elephant rifle. Chimpanzees watched from above. She didn't like Chimpanzees.
 
 
“We best move, as the doctor said. We don't want to be in this territory.” She explained, eyeing the chittery apes above.
 
 
“Have you got any idea what we're looking for?” One of the large men asked, hacking a massive branch of a tree down. It fell to the ground with a dulled noise, the mushy forest floor absorbing the sound.
 
 
Dr. Shelly stepped over it. “There's many rumors around this area. They say there's an uncontacted tribe of savages.”
 
 
The Native American man in front of him slammed his machete into the wood of a tree, hacking it to bits.
 
 
“I am looking for its existence, and for any significant artifacts or items of interest.” Dr. Shelly said, flipping the map upside down.
 
 
“To sell.” The woman finished unceremoniously.
 
 
If the doctor heard it, he said nothing, flipping the map over once more. He exclaimed, “Aha! This way, cut away this section here.” Pointing to a particularly thick section of vegetation. It looked weaved, like it was a fence, and several dangerous looking flowers decorated the structure.
 
 
“I don't know that I want to touch that.” One of the men said, his eyes glued to the hypnotic look of the flowers. Nasty looking spikes oozing a strange liquid that looked like it might cause necrosis.
 
 
“You'll be fine, you big baby, I have a wet wipe for you when you finish. Now get swinging!” The doctor shouted, his hands on his hips. The two large men gave each other a glance, before moving to slice into the brush.
 
 
It was fairly quick work, but one of them got quite a few cuts on his arms and legs. The small wounds began to fester, the sliced skin turning an ugly purple. He collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and died.
 
 
Dr. Shelly stepped over him. “He'll be fine. We'll come back this way to pick him up when he feels better.” He dropped a wet wipe on the man's massive, swollen shoulder, orange and green pus oozing from it.
 
 
The other man quickly checked himself, trying to find any cuts, and the woman let out a deep sigh. She followed the doctor deeper into the jungle.
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The time was now. After a whole century, it was time for the new Queen of the Ndogo tribe. That Queen, was Mpagia, and she couldn't be more excited. Her mother, her grandmother, and her grandmother's mother had all been the previous Queen's, and she, of all her many siblings, had been chosen to be the next in that lineage.
 
 
Given the power if the forest by drinking from the sacred flower, Mpagia would be immortal for 500 years. To carry on the Royal Lineage, and to be the queen, she would give birth to many more tribe women throughout her five centuries of imperviousness. It was her duty to keep the Ndogo tribe thriving.
 
 
“Mpagia, my daughter, come here.” Her mother said, rapidly aging as the spell wore off. She would die that day, but not before handing off the sacred seed. By night's end, she would be gone, and Mpagia pregnant with her five hundred children.
 
 
“Of course, my queen.” The young woman said. She was only 21, the ritual age. “It is time, yes?” Not to sound eager, but Mpagia had been chosen at her birth, and she had been waiting a very long time.
 
 
The whole village, full of beautiful women clad in leaf garments, watched in awe. Mpagia strode up to her mother, shedding her coverings to reveal her toned ebony skin. Her hips were wide to give birth, her breast full of milk, and her golden eyes brimming with excitement. The Queen followed suit, her aging body slowly revealed, along with a massive cock hanging between her legs. It was traditional, the Queen to impregnate her successor with the seed of their next generation.
 
 
No other women would ever get the pleasure to have sex with a man's item.
 
 
The Queen made no movement, except for her dick rising to the occasion - literally. It came at a whopping 16 inches, and plentiful in girth. Her Highness simply smiled as Mpagia dropped to her knees, and opened her mouth as wide as it would go.
 
 
She stuck herself to it, spitting on the cock and lubing it up. She did her absolute best - and more- impaling herself until she felt her jaw would break. “The penis represents your strength, the strength of the mighty Elephants. You will inherit this strength, so you must prove worthy of it.”
 
 
Mpagia wanted to whimper, to give up, but she squelched her fears. The Queen's hands gently placed themselves on Mpagia’s head. Then, with great force, smashed her into the Queen's pelvis, shoving her cock all the way down the tight throat. It was surrounded on all sides, her muscles swirling around it as Mpagia begged to cough it up, but held firm. She felt the head push into her stomach, the penis’ tip making home in the humid tummy.
 
 
A small dollop on the very end, coming from the large slit, turned into a steady stream of semen. Mpagia felt her stomach begin to fill with the glorious seed of her ancestors, who would sustain her for 500 years. She gratefully accepted, beating the feeling of drowning into submission, until her mother let go, and pulled Mpagia up for air. The girl sucked in the muggy jungle air, praising her gods.
 
 
“Very good, child. Now comes the true challenge. Stand.” The Queen said.
 
 
Mpagia stood.
 
 
“The penis is your strength, your might. But your vagina, that is your defence. Like the unbreakable Tortoise shell, it will never break.” The Queen held out her hands, and Mpagia moved into them. She felt the wrinkling hands rest upon her hips, and the massive trunk of her mother slide along her slit.
 
 
“With every great strength, comes it's weakness.” She said, using all her strength to push Mpagia down to her lap. The young princess screamed, feeling the cock fill her entire womb. It made a bulge against her skin that rubbed between Her Highnesses breasts. “As if an Elephant stepped upon a Tortoise, it is made immobile! You cannot fight against the Elephant!”
 
 
It was true, as the penis skewered her, Mpagia was unable to make rational thought, much less move. She could just make out the moans of her tribe women, all participating in the traditional orgy. It made Mpagia happy, she loved to see them in bliss. She, however, was in the most pleasure of all. Soaking inside her pussy was a 16 inch monstrosity. She loved it.
 
 
Fighting for movement, Mpagia surfaced from the pool of mind-numbing euphoria she was drowning in, and placed hands on her tummy. She could feel the tree of a dick inside her, hard as stone. She felt the sloshing cum in her stomach. Her legs grazed against Her Highness’ balls, and felt them tighten.
 
 
Another sack in her body was filled, as semen sprayed into her womb. It was the seed of her future children, whom she would give birth to over the next 500 years. Her stomach ballooned with her mother's seed, and she felt the cock inside her wilt away.
 
 
“Even as the Tortoise is crushed by the Elephant, the durable shell does not break, and the mighty beast moves on. Sadly, I am unable to stay as well, and like the Elephant, I must move on.” Mother was looking bad, withering away just like her cock.
 
 
“Yes, Mother.” Mpagia accepted this, but a tear fell from her cheek.
 
 
Mother chuckled. “Do not fear. I will not leave you entirely. Take good care of me, and of the tribe.”
 
 
Her daughter was confused, until she noticed that they had fused at the hip. Mother sunk into Mpagia's waist, her body transforming into a shape similar to the trunk she had herself. Mpagia watched in fascination, as her revered mother was absorbed and turned into a cock.
 
 
Mother's hands and breasts were pulled in, vanishing into her body as it smoothed out and shrunk. Her legs curled in on themselves, and smoothed out, filling with new seed. Her face vanished, turning bright red as it filled with blood, and her mouth lost it's teeth, becoming an elongated slit.
 
 
Her Highness was gone, now seen only as the 17the inch of the cock, to represent the 17th generation of their tribe. Mpagia felt her new balls tighten, and a cold chill travel up her spine. Her mouth found its way to the tip of her cock head, the mind and body of the previous Queen swallowed down into her stomach. There, she would join the ancestors, sloshing around in Mpagia's stomach for the next 500 years, until the next Queen would swallow down Mpagia.
 
 
The new Queen stood tall, and grabbed the crown off the mantle. She placed it on her head, and turned to the crowd, who had stopped their orgy to see. “I, MPAGIA, AM THE NEW QUEEN!” She shouted.
 
 
“ALL HAIL QUEEN MPAGIA! ALL HAIL QUEEN MPAGIA! ALL HAI-”
 
 
The brush behind the orgy scene split, a massive sheet of metal slicing through their vegetation wall. “Be careful! There's no telling what sort of artifacts you might damage no that we've found the- uncontacted… tribe.”
 
 
Dr. Shelly stood in awe, able to see the entire scene. He lifted his foot, having crushed a small straw and wood made structure. This couldn't have been more perfect. Instead of taking back artifacts, he could just bring back the entire tribe!
 
 
Mpagia and her Ndogo tribe, were a collection of shrunken human beings. All women. And all begging to be introduced as a new hot commodity. He thought of the profits, being able to sell tiny sex slaves! He would dominate the market! To do that, he would need their leader, the tiny woman in the middle, sporting a crown and a massive (for her size) cock.
 
 
He reached down, able to easily clear the distance between him and her. His fingers wrapped around her tiny body, and lifted her high into the air, holding her close to his glasses. “Do you speak English?”
 
 
“I speak the language of our ancestors, learned by our giantess goddesses.” She said, in English. Her African accent was well heard.
 
 
“Good, good. I think we can come to an understanding.” He grinned evilly, his mind coming up with all sorts of concoctions.
 
 
Behind him, his two guides showed up. First was the man, and second, the massive woman. The entire tribe began a murmur, talking about her, before falling to their knees and praying. “One of the goddesses! She has descended upon us!” They chanted.
 
 
Dr. Shelly couldn't have been more pleased. “Yes! We are your gods and goddess! We have come to take you to the promised land, where you will be free and happy!” He called, raising his free hand.
 
 
There was murmur. Bad murmur. There were no males, only the Queen's, males were bad. “False deity! He tried to trick us! Goddess of ivory! Please aid us! Smite down this man!” An old woman stood forward, trying to get the giantess to help them. Others joined in, praying.
 
 
Dr. Shelly was not happy. He turned to his woman partner, who began to look like she had ideas. He hated it when people started to get ideas. The doctor pulled out his Welsley Mark VI, his favorite tool of surgery, and promptly lobotomized his Native American guide before hr performed a quick knee surgery for the woman. They both crumpled to the ground, and the goddess screamed in pain, clutching her knees.
 
 
The small tribe screamed in anguish, dropping to their knees and crying out.
 
 
“Shut up! You all belong to me now, I am your one and only God! You will do as I say! And I say you shut up!” He reached down, and grabbed four other women, stuffing them in a satchel. The tribe screamed and ran, running to hide. Any who weren't fast enough got snatched up by the mad doctor, and stuffed into his bag.
 
 
Once he felt he had a sufficient amount, he let out a satisfied huff, and looked down at Mpagia. “You and your little savages are going to make me a lot of money.” Then he frowned. “You know what, not you. You belong to me, and you'll do whatever I want. Right now, how about you pleasure my cock?”
 
 
He laughed, pulling his belt off. Mpagia struggled with all her might, but it was no match. The giant pulled his waistband open and dropped the little woman inside his underwear. Her last sight was her Ivory colored goddess, who cried in pain on the ground.
 
 
Her vision was filled with blackness as she slapped onto the man's dick, and he let go of his pants. The penis rose as much as it could, pressing Mpagia against the cloth. It smelled horrible, of sweat and men. The week he had spent in the jungle showed through her eyes watering, the deep, rich musk almost impossible to breath. She wished she could speak to her Queen.
 
 
What was a Tortoise to do, when the Elephant took the Tortoise with him?
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“It's been an eventful year here in San Francisco, with the introduction of MiniTribe! The company of the same name rose to success with these tiny women, and it's owner, Dr. Richard Shelly, is now the first person to be worth over a trillion dollars!”
 
 
The newscaster on screen had a deep blush on her face. She made small fidgets in her seat as a tiny woman crawled around in her panties. The man next to her made an odd face, having cum for the second time on camera.
 
 
“That's right!” She said, squirming in her seat. “These adorable little creatures have changed the very way the world goes round! Be it you use them for entertainment, keeping the kids busy, or for a quick, delectable snack, these tiny Amazon's are here to provide!”
 
 
The man had a grin on his face as he spoke. A hand came in from off screen, and handed the woman a MiniTribe woman. The tiny girl was drugged out of her mind, and did nothing as she was manhandled by the newswoman.
 
 
“I know they're my new favorite food! I just can't get enough of them!”
 
 
She smiled. Her mouth opened wide, and she leaned her head back onto her neck. Above, she lifted the small woman and held her there. The newswoman had her tongue out, lolling around the edges of her mouth. She dropped the girl inside the waiting maw, and swallowed the little girl down, swallowing her in two thick gulps. The bulge could be made out on her throat, slipping down into her stomach. The newswoman let out a lewd gasp, and rubbed her belly.
 
 
“Send in your uses of MiniTribe, and we might show it, either on our day show, or our night show! Send your clips to-”
 
 
Ivory turned off her TV. She let out a deep sigh, and looked at the ceiling. After six months, she had finally made her way out of the jungle, and made her way back to the America's. It was her plan to stop Shelly before he got through with his diabolical scheme. How late she was.
 
 
Almost the second she got back, a man in a black suit handed her a large package, containing a letter of apology, a deed to a large, luxurious house, and a check for 5 million dollars. Shelly wanted to buy her silence.
 
 
She had no choice but to give in. The package was just to save him the PR hassle, there's no way she could actually get him arrested or stop the company he had set up. There was nothing to do but go to her new home, adopt the name her tribe friends had given her, and try to live with herself.
 
 
Ivory now sat in the mansion. More accurately, her wheelchair, having to amputate her legs after she had been shot. The stumps at the ends of her thighs were only reminders of her failure. As was the elephant gun on her mantle. Not a day goes by that she doesn't wonder what would have happened if she had just shot him in the chest while she had the chance.
 
 
“Mistress?” A MiniTribe sat on the table. Part of the deal was that she could get as many of them as she wanted, all dropped right at her door.
 
 
A rumble came from her stomach as she looked at the tiny woman, her small body looking so succulent. At hearing the sound, the MiniTribe immediately resigned her life, and stepped forward onto Ivory's hand, before being lifted up into the air. Ivory gave her a sympathetic look, unheeded by the tiny who had her eyes closed, and waited for the drop.
 
 
Ivory closed her own eyes, and let the girl tumble into her mouth. She tasted sweet, yet had an underlying savory. Ivory ran her tongue all along the chocolate skin, paying mind to please the small treat by teasing between her legs. A tear fell from Ivory's eye as she began to enjoy tasting her food, and did her best to let the meal reach climax before gulping her down.
 
 
The tiny woman thrashed in her throat, not to escape, but to let Ivory feel her, all the way down the clingy, all-encompassing muscle that pulled her into the unforgiving abyss that was Ivory's stomach. The giantess put a hand on her stomach as she felt the tiny escape from the claustrophobic throat, only to be dumped into the acid-filled confines of her tummy. It was simply a matter of time, until the thrashing little girl in her stomach slowly stopped, dipping into Ivory's acids for the last time to dissolve into nothing.
 
 
Ivory sobbed.
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“Life is good.” Dr. Shelly stood, pantsless, facing the window of his penthouse. On his rock hard dick, trying not to fall off, was Mpagia.
 
 
She was bewildered by the concrete jungle that was San Francisco, massive structures made of stone, and clear material her captor called glass. She stared out that glass now, hanging onto his filthy cock, forced to rub her mother against it. It had been only a day since she got to America, and the entire two day trip over had been entirely in the pants of this disgusting man. He didn't let her out for a moment, so she was forced to cling onto his cock the entire way over, and now she was on it only because she didn't want to fall off.
 
 
“Now then. I've got an experiment I want you to participate in, because I have a certain fetish you'll be able to help me with. Just stay still.” He grabbed Mpagia around the waist, and lowered her in front of his dick. The hard red glans stared at her like a meat cherry. He flicked at her cock, making it hard, and then pressed it into his own, making large moans as Mpagia fucked his urethra.
 
 
“That is good!” He cried out, moving her back and forth, shoving her in and out, over and over. She couldn't help but moan along with him, feeling her penis penetrate his dick-hole. It was amazing, but she refused to cum. Only those counted worthy could receive her holy semen, and this man was definitely not worthy.
 
 
He stopped, thankfully, but it was only the beginning. “You know, if I just…” He turned his hand, facing Mpagia's feet toward his cock. She shuddered, feeling his slimy, pre-cum filled hole swallow up her feet. The sensation made her shudder, and she wanted nothing more than to escape the disgusting orifice, but the giant hands clasped her harshly. Down his cock she went, the tight tube now constructing her more than his hands.
 
 
Her cock entered his, still erect and now thoroughly covered in his pre-cum, the juices sliding all along her shaft as he pushed her in. She didn't get a break, her hands being forced inside as she screamed to be let go. To no avail.
 
 
“This is too good! I don't know if you'll ever get out of my cock, I'm going to leave you in there forever!” He cried out, involuntarily thrusting his hips forward. Mpagia went up to her chest, her large breasts then sucked in with a lewd squelch. As her shoulders disappeared, and Shelly lost his grasp, he paused to look at her. All he could see of the tiny woman was her face, glaring up from his cock head as it stood to attention. She felt his fingers gently tickle along her front through the skin of his stretched dick, her body making ridges along its surface.
 
 
“I curse you, Dr. Shelly, one day your time will come!” She spat.
 
 
“Yet that day is not today, and I doubt it will come soon. You're little tribe is going to be cloned, and I'll sell them to the public. Do you know how long mankind has dreamt of owning, eating, dominating a tiny woman? To have complete control over such a tiny creature! Quite like how my cock has complete control over you. I'm going to put my thumb on my dick, over your face, and push you in. You'll slip down to my balls, where you'll spend the rest of your short, pathetic life, pleasing me as I have sex with whatever women I choose, selling your entire species into slavery. Say goodbye to the sun, you'll never see it again.”
 
 
He aimed his cock at the window, and Mpagia saw the sun for the last time. It shined brightly in the blue sky, like she had never seen before. There was always rain, or leaves in the jungle, blocking her view. Then, it was eclipsed by Dr. Shelly's thumb, pressing down in her face and trapping her inside his dick.
 
 
His musk was worse inside, the disgusting smell permeating her entire being. She took deep breaths, and stayed calm, feeling the slimy flesh slip around her, until she finally came to the valve leading to her new home: his ballsack. It opened around her feet, and she began to feel the humid interior. His thumb pressed on her again from outside, urging her deeper.
 
 
It was a matter of seconds until she dipped into the pool of semen sloshing around inside of the ball sack, flopping from the hard, constraining tube into the more open and flowy cell. The flesh beneath her stretched and pulled under her weight, until the fingers of her captor came beneath and tossed her around. She was drowned in his thick cum, the white goop splashed across her whole body. The motion of him pumping his cock translated as her cell pulling up under her ass, throwing her into the air as he jacked harder and harder.
 
 
Finally, the entire sack pulled into his pelvis, Mpagia squished into his flesh as the semen around her flowed through the tip of his cock and sprayed the glass.
 
 
Dr. Shelly laughed, squeezing the ball Mpagia rested in before pulling his pants up, squishing her in his clothes. “That was intense! I'm so glad I found you. Now you get to spend your life inside me, to please my dick while I fuck bitches like you. Maybe I'll send a genetic clone down in there with you so you can fuck her. Hell, I've got a batch of your blood, I can send an exact replica of you down there! You belong inside my cock anyways, so of course, any clones of you would share your burden. Enjoy my life.”
 
 
He didn't speak to her anymore that day. Or the next. Or the next.
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Another month passed, Ivory slowly coming to terms with the new way life worked. It was hard not to. She would wheel herself out of the house on occasion, forced to take the bus because of her inability to drive. On it she would see every face covered in ecstasy; blushes, tongues lolling about, anything and everything to admit to the world that they were using slaves to make themselves feel good.
 
 
The bus driver lowered the ramp for her, Ivory able to see the ebony skinned woman masturbating in his mouth. While she was staring, he moved the girl to the back of his throat, and swallowed her down, the squirming bulge traveling down his throat. Then, he picked up another, and shoved her in his mouth. Ivory wondered how many women were eaten by him everyday, sent to their deaths in his fat stomach while he drove a bus. There could be any number of them stuck in there at this very moment, all trying to fuck each other as they melted.
 
 
He didn't help her pick the seat up, instead opting to wait as she fumbled with it herself. A young man got out of his seat, and pulled it up, before helping her strap the wheelchair in. “Thank you.” She said.
 
 
He chuckled. “Just trying to be a nice person, I guess. Have a nice day, Ma’am.” Before he turned around, Ivory noticed a moving bulge in his pants, obviously having a miniature person pleasing his cock. He had the gall to say he was a nice person while torturing another human being with his dick, forcing her to squirm in his underwear as he went about his day.
 
 
She looked across from her, a young boy staring at her with wide eyes. In one hand, he held his mother's shirt, in the other he held a mini woman like she was a doll. The girl looked exhausted. The look in her eyes was one who wanted to die. Ivory knew the look well, she saw it every day in the mirror.
 
 
The boy stood up, and stood next to Ivory, his eyes darting between her legs and her face. He took a glance at his tiny woman, who hung limp in his hand. Then he thrust her at Ivory. “I'll give this to you if you tell me what happened to your legs.”
 
 
Ivory gave him a blank stare, an angry one. “Fine.” She took the woman in her hands, gently. She looked confused, looking up at Ivory, who gave her a sorrowful glance. “I was in Africa. I was searching for uncontacted tribes. I found the Ndogo tribe, and failed to protect them from the man who hired me. He shot me in the knees, and out of kindness, the tribe amputated my legs and kept me alive. I owe them my life.”
 
 
The boy looked rather impressed, his eyes wide open. “That's really cool! You're like Indiana Jones! I want to be just like you when I grow up!” He laughed, flopping back in his seat to tell his mother.
 
 
Ivory watched as he excitedly relayed the tale, while his mother gave him half attention. One hand was pressed between her legs, a squirming bulge underneath her fingers. Her moaning picked up as the story went on, and eventually she pressed very hard, pushing her toy deep into her pussy. The woman sighed, refreshed, and place a hand on her pelvis as she felt the tiny person squirm around inside her.
 
 
“That's amazing, dear.” She said, not having really paid attention. She continued rubbing her pussy, even after having obviously came, moaning gently as she rocked with the bus. The MiniTribe inside her wriggled as hard as she could, the wet walls squeezing down around her as the mother built to a follow-up orgasm.
 
 
Ivory felt uncomfortable looking any longer. She turned back to the miniature woman, now stirring in her lap. The tiny girl mustered enough strength to stand, and looked expectantly at Ivory. “Are you going to eat me?” It wasn't asked in hopes she would say no. The tiny wanted Ivory to devour her.
 
 
She obliged. Ivory lifted the girl up, and dropped her into the reluctantly drooling mouth. The sour meat of a well-used tiny flooded her taste buds. She didn't feel like getting the tiny to climax, instead moving the woman to the back of her throat, and taking a thick gulp. The lump moved down her throat, finding it's way down to her chest, before sliding in with the remnants of Ivory's breakfast.
 
 
She dropped onto a boat of egg, sticking together in her sloshing stomach acids, and watched as it floated along the surface for a short time. The MiniTribe took pleasure in knowing her existence would finally come to an end. She dipped her feet into the spitting green goop, feeling it start to eat away at her skin. It was strangely calming, and she welcomed the death. She would feed a beautiful cripple woman, a much better fate than being tortured and beaten around by a ten year old.
 
 
Ivory was her heaven, being digested alive inside her, before slowly being moved through the intestine; the wasteful parts of her body shat out to spend the rest of time in the tomb-like sewers.
 
 
The pink walls of the stomach groaned, collapsing tighter around the new arrival of food. The acid surged, and overtook the small raft, causing it's small passenger to sink down into the thick sludge. She sunk down into the depths, keeping her eyes closed. She wanted to feel the presence of her goddess around her. She could sense Ivory, hearing the beating of her heart, the heat of her body. She could feel herself dissolve, her limbs drifting away as they melted into the sludge. She would become a nutritious soup for Ivory, one of millions.
 
 
This one was special, however. This one, she got to become a part of Ivory forever, part of the woman she now loved.
 
 
Ivory let out a small burp. She could taste the eggs she had that morning.
 
 
Ivory leaned back in her wheelchair, staring at the ceiling of the bus. She almost wished she had a second MiniTribe, she had forgotten her phone that day.
 
 
“Last stop.” The bus driver said. The same man, still featuring a squirming package yet now sporting a slight damp spot, unhinged her from the cord and wheeled her off the bus. He asked if he could do anything else, and she asked him to take her to the nearest general store.
 
 
“What are you getting there?” He asked. She didn't reply. With him standing right behind her, Ivory could hear the movement of his jeans, and the soft sounds of the woman grunting in pleasure while humping his hard cock.
 
 
He walked into the store, pushing Ivory to the register. “Go grab me five MiniTribe.” She said, pulling out her wallet. He went and got them. She handed the man behind the counter a card, and he grunted, before handing it back.
 
 
“What was that?” The man asked, wheeling Ivory back out into the street. She directed him to a hotel, and checked them both into a room. With little to say, he simply went there, his dick somehow finding a way to get even harder.
 
 
“My name is Kaleb, by the way.” He said, closing the door and locking it.
 
 
“Ivory.” She said. The disabled woman pulled herself onto the bed, and tugged off her skirt, revealing her tanned skin and panties. Those went next, and she lay belly down on the bed, spreading her cheeks as wide as she could. “Put two in my ass.”
 
 
Kaleb wasted no time, taking two out of the grocery bag and walking over to the waiting woman. She sighed, thinking this over one last time, before Kaleb placed one of the tiny girls on her pucker, feet first. The small woman wasn't happy, but made no reaction to the hot, smelly sphincter flowering open beneath her, and swallowing up her feet. It continued, the shrunken butt-plug eased into her tight asshole. Her walls twitched and tightened as time went on, wrapping around those fleshy, black legs.
 
 
Kaleb stopped pushing her in for a moment, unzipping his pants and pulling them down around his legs. His underpants were pressed out to their limit; Ivory could easily make out his MiniTribe, still working hard as she humped and squirmed against his disgustingly wet and cum covered cock.
She must have noticed his pants weren't on anymore, because while Kaleb pushed her sister into Ivorys ass, she opened the front of his drawers, freeing herself and the cock she was riding. It was a manageable 7 inches, yet still a respectable size and girth.
 
 
Ivory looked away, flexing her ass and pulling the woman deeper into her bowels. At this point the goddess had pulled her into her neck, giving the tiny girl a glorious view of her mountainous ass cheeks. They filled her vision as Ivory clenched her butt, smashing her head between the white flesh. Light came back for only a moment, before Ivory's thumb blocked it out once more, sticking it on the butt-plugs face and pushing her the last distance. She was sucked in with a lewd squelch, and a little pop came when Ivory pulled her thumb out of her ass.
 
 
With the girl all the way in, Ivory could easily feel her squirming along, making her way deeper into the musky, shit-filled bowels. The walls were covered in the goddess’s feces, and clung along her body as she was pulled deeper through them. She met a twist, crawling and pressing along the wall to get in deeper. She would crawl as far as she needed to, as far as she could before collapsing from exhaustion. The ass explorer started feeling her pussy throb as she thought of getting into the deepest reaches of her queen, and passing away. She would rot inside of her bowels, forever a part of the distance of her large intestine.
 
 
Ivory moaned as she felt Kaleb's thumb press into her ass, sealing in her second tiny. He was jacking off, his slave pressed against his cock as he slid her up and down it's trunk. Ivory flipped herself over on the bed, hands on her stomach as she urged the two of them as deep into her ass as they could go. She could feel their presence inside of her, all of their contours bumping along her intestinal walls.
 
 
She reached out and grabbed a third tiny, a rather small and petite woman, even for being shrunken. Ivory wasn't sure if it would even work, but she pressed the girl against her piss slit, wet from the lubrication coming from her pussy. The girl was confused, but understood, doing her best to pull open the tight hole. It was a tight fit, but she managed to stick her arms into Ivory's urethra, and grab onto the fleshy walls.
 
 
This made Ivory scream, the tiny hands squeezing her sensitive inner walls, and accidentally slammed her hand down on her pussy. The itty-bitty woman was shoved inside all at once, Ivory cumming hard as she felt her bladder get penetrated and filled. Her brain made her think she needed to piss really bad, and she accidentally soaked the sheets with the smelly yellow liquid, but the little girl stayed, stuck in the cramped, piss covered room. She made a small lump on Ivory's pelvis, and Kaleb pressed his finger into it gently, making the girl squirm in the small prison, the flesh around her shifting under his finger.
 
 
Ivory took a deep breath, rubbing her clit to keep her mind muddled with pleasure. She had one more thing to do.
 
 
“Fuck me, and keep that one on your dick.” She demanded, pointing to the woman, who was so out of it she barely understood what was just said. Her entire life was dick, it's all she knew, but her whole world was about to get flipped upside down.
 
 
Kaleb reached out and lifted Ivory up into his arms, his cock below her and his MiniTribe looking up at between her legs. He lowered her down gently, letting her folds find their way around his dick and the tiny woman accompanying it. Ivory couldn't help but let out small noises, feeling herself so filled up with dick and tiny women. Kaleb laid her down onto the bed, and pushed the rest of the way in, before starting to pull out. He got into a rhythm, pushing in and out if her pussy. Ivory moaned, holding his hands on her breasts.
 
 
He started going to fast, and his passenger was lost inside of Ivory, pushed deep into her vagina. Ivory felt her start squirming in what she could only assume was loneliness induced fear, trying to fight her way out of Ivory's pussy, but only managing to pull herself in deeper. It made the giantess she was inside of go mad, all of these tiny women going berserk inside of her, along with the dick currently stirring up her pussy.
 
 
Ivory clenched her pussy tight, cumming, and getting Kaleb to cum as well, his semen shooting into her canal and coating the woman he left inside. She was truly left behind as he pulled out without her, and made no attempt to get her back. Ivory didn't have a problem with that, the woman calming down in the presence of semen.
 
 
“So, are we-?”
 
 
“No. There's nothing.” Ivory retorted, grabbing one more tiny out of her grocery bag. The tiny saw her and immediately tried to speak, but Ivory paid her no mind. Instead, she was immediately lowered and pressed into Ivory's pussy, ignored as though she were truly a dildo. Ivory treated her as such, trying to take her mind away from the pain, pushing the tiny woman in and out of her dripping, and highly sensitive pussy.
 
 
The girl, being shoved in and out of a massive vagina, was named Ktoa, she was one of the original taken from the camp. After a year, she had given up hope, yet the sight of her goddess, Ivory, pushed in a new wave of faith. As if it were a puppy, her faith was cruelly drowned in feminine juices, as Ivory moaned to herself, pushing Ktoa in and out of her pussy as fast and hard as she could. As it got more intense, the giantess lost control, and accidentally shoved the toy deep inside, gasping as she felt Ktoa slide up toward her womb.
 
 
Ktoa screamed, in shock and terror, as she felt the lips of her last hope close around her feet, and seal her inside of the fleshy tunnel. Ivory squirmed on the bed as she felt her last tiny woman make her way to her new home, deep inside of her cunt.
 
 
The tiny girl could do little against the pulsating walls, the ridges sucking her deeper in. Ktoa finally hit the splurge of semen left behind by the man, accompanied by a disoriented and lewd woman. Ktoa attempted contact for only a second before realizing it was useless, the woman was a clone; her mind was gone.
 
 
Ivory grabbed the bedsheets with her hands, almost screaming as she felt the two women in her cunt push against the opening of her womb. Inside her ass, the pair continued to get pulled deeper inside of her bowls, humping the shit-stained walls, and her bladder screamed for release as the last tiny thrashed inside of the tiny space. Ivory came for the second time, Kaleb just watching. His dick was flaccid, he didn't have the stamina to continue then.
 
 
With a third orgasm wracking her body, Ivory reigned herself back in. She pushed the woman in her bladder out, shrieking in pain and pleasure as she stretched open her hole again. A wave of relief came as her mind tricked itself into thinking she had let out a pent up bladder of piss. Next she birthed the two tinies, grinding her teeth together as she felt one of them claw her way out screaming. With both of them out, she reached down and grabbed the more violent of the two.
 
 
“You're not a clone.” Ivory noted, looking at the steamed little woman.
 
 
“No! I'm not! I believed you to be the savior of our species, Ivory, and now you sit here drowning yourself in pleasure with those who trusted you!” Ktoa shouted, swinging at the air.
 
 
Ivory sighed, sitting up and placing the woman on the bed. “The world here is different than you could imagine. There's nothing I can do, it's out of my power.”
 
 
“Different than I could know? Do not tell me that, I have just spent the past year in this hell you call San Francisco. I barely escaped the prison that Doctor Shelly has created, that vile man, and was immediately picked up by a woman and stuck in her pants! I have gone through fifty people before winding up in your vagina, and you tell me I do not understand! Here's what I understand. This has to stop, and the way to do it, is by killing Doctor Shelly, and saving Mpagia.”
 
 
Ivory sighed. “What's your name?”
 
 
“Ktoa.”
 
 
“Well, Ktoa, this isn't going to end just because he dies. You are being sold by a company, and that company will live on past him. There is no end to what he has started, no matter who you kill or what you do.” Ivory said, feeling the stump on her leg.
 
 
Ktoa cursed under her breath. “Then at the very least, get Mpagia back. Before she gives her first birth. If you can, get all of our clan back, but Mpagia holds our entire future generation. She must be returned to the tribe.”
 
 
Ivory stared at her with sunken eyes. “I'll see what I can do. Don't get your hopes up. For now,” she turned to Kaleb, “we're done here. Get out.”
 
 
He was a little shocked, and a little more angry, but let it go, putting his pants on and leaving. “Whatever, you crazy bitch. Find me again if you ever need to fuck.”
 
 
“I can find twice the man you are in my toilet, shitbag!” She called after him, just before he slammed the door shut. Her eyes went down to Ktoa. “I don't think I'm done with you yet. I'll be gentle, your safe word is Kumquat. Bye bye.”
 
 
Before Ktoa could say anything, she was shoved face first into Ivory's cunt once more. The giantess moaned loudly, loud enough for Kaleb to begrudgingly hear, pushing Ktoa deep inside her precious hole. Little Ktoa was drowning in the sweet fluids as they poured out if the pit consuming her, it's fleshy walls squeezing and tugging on her whole body. She felt as Ivory's hand, her lead to outside, let go of her feet. Ivory was sucking the MiniTribe in by just her vaginal muscles, each contusion sucking her, swallowing her, deeping into her predatory cunt.
 
 
“Yes! Yes! Keep squirming inside me! I can feel you and your tribe crawling around inside me! Deeper! Deeper!” Ivory moaned, her fingers burning as she teased her clit. Ktoa’s feet slid all the way in, her lips closing around her and locking the tiny woman inside of her cunt.
 
 
“You're inside me! I can't see you anymore, I completely ate you up with my pussy! It's not good enough! I want you deeper, squirming inside of my core! Just like your friends, thrashing around in my deepest, shit-filled bowels, making me feel good! Squirm inside of me!” Ivory gasped as Ktoa began biting and clawing at the claustrophobic walls pulsing around her, getting juices in her mouth and being forced to swallow them down.
 
 
There were three more tinies outside of her, and she wanted them inside of her. Ivory grabbed the woman who was in her bladder and shoved her deep into her ass, face first and in almost one go. She gasped at the feeling of a tiny woman's entire torso getting roughly thrusted inside her ass, then decided to leave her there, squirming.
 
 
The other two, one untouched and one covered in her and Kaleb's cum. She grabbed both, popping the second broken woman inside her mouth and moaning at the taste of love stewing on her skin. The mixture of two people's cum combined with a tiny, delicious girl made for a delectable treat, and treats get swallowed. She threw her head back and put a hand on her throat, feeling as her food squirmed and moaned under her flesh, trapped in her gullet and getting sucked down to her stomach.
 
 
The second woman was thrust in right after, able to feel Ivory's moans seeping up from her throat. “Oh, you taste so good… I'm going to swallow you down, I'm going to eat you whole after I taste you all over! You'll get swallowed down inside of me, inside of my tummy with your friend, and you'll both get digested inside my belly! Inside of me, you'll turn to mush, and that mush will become a part of me forever! You'll be a part of my boobs, and my butt, fatty flesh on me! Anything I don't need, I'm going to flush down my toilet after you pass by your sisters in my bowels. You'll look different though, much different. You'll be shit - my shit - passing by them as they revel in you. Maybe they'll eat some of you, and you'll get to go through their digestive system, through their stomach and intestine, only to be shat back out into me, and finally I'll shit you out again! You'll get to be shit out twice! And you'll be my shit, and my boobs, and you'll be dead. Isn't that nice? Bye bye, time for you to get eaten up!”
 
 
Ivory swallowed, feeling the little girl slide down her throat, covered in her viscous saliva and the peristalsis sucking her deeper. It was amazing, her thrashing body against the skin on her throat, before being pulled down into her gut. She could feel the two of them struggling in her digestive enzymes, trying to stay above the acids surface as they were digested.
 
 
Then, with all this happening inside her body all at the same time, Ivory came - and passed out.