This is my first venture into digital art, hope y'all like it.

Vera, the Aspect of Reality, rested peacefully in a glade of her own creation, having minutes ago dragged two humans across dimensions into her home-plane and stripped them nude. While in her home-plane, Vera can fully control reality with a thought or unconsciously on a whim. Though she’d appeared with both of them, she now seemed to lay alone on a towel made of space itself, nothing but a tight pair of panties granting a shred of modesty to her bulging form, her guests experiencing wildly different realities.

Upon entering Vera’s plane, one man found himself shrunk to a few inches tall, naked, and surrounded by waist-high grass. Beside him, another naked man appeared to be frozen while gesturing to ‘suck it’. Before he could get his bearings he was grabbed from behind by a soft hand with a crushing grasp. Wincing in pain, his eyes closed as the air was squeezed from his lungs. Vera brought him up to her face and with a fiendish giggle, hooked a thumb into her panties, pulled the waistband out, and dropped him. He fell in a daze, gliding down the fabric like a slide, momentum bringing him right beneath Vera's eager pussy. Opening his eyes he found himself face-to-face with her plump lips, engorged in anticipation and glistening in the sweltering confines of her crotch. Her nethers loomed over him ominously, like a stormfront about to break and unleash a torrential flood. Vera let go of her waistband and with a *SNAP* felt as the man’s body pressed into her.

Vera hiked her panties up, her steamy womanhood completely smothering the man trapped within. She bounced her hips left and right, lifting her panties higher to smush the man into her. She felt him resisting with his outstretched limbs, and reached down to force him deeper, three fingers sliding him back and forth. Walking towards the frozen man while massaging the tiny securely into her folds with every step, Vera’s face reddened and her hips swayed feistily.

Stopping a few feet away from the frozen man, Vera looked at her free meal with contempt as her lips curled into a devilish smile, a few firm pats let her tiny know he was there to stay. It started with a low-effort catcall and ended when he said he’d “love to get swallowed by you.” With a blink of Vera’s eyes, he was forced to his knees, held in place, and the passage of time was restored to this human who harassed her.

“What’s happening?” the man muttered, confused by his sudden change of circumstances from standing on the sidewalk.

“I’m going to swallow you, just not the way you want.” with a wink the man’s mouth vanished from his face and he erupted in muffled whimpers and ‘MMmph!’ noises.

Vera knelt in front of her prey and opened her mouth. The man raised an eyebrow in doubt that anyone would be remotely capable of fitting a whole person in their mouth, much less swallowing them. Vera was an Aspect though and wielded impossibilities like play-things. As she leaned forward to begin, her mouth became increasingly elastic, stretching wider and wider. When it became clear that normality meant nothing here, the man’s face shifted from doubt to incredulity. Next came the realization that he was about to be eaten. Delectable, terrific fear embellished his face in its final moments before entering Vera’s mouth to never be seen again. When Vera noticed the fear on his face she altered his passage of time in an act of malevolence, speeding it up 86,400 fold so every second that passed in her plane, he experienced a full day of time passing.

Relishing in the torturously long and grueling experience she was about to impose on this arrogant man, Vera gave him a show by opening up her maw wide so he could gaze into the depths of her hungry gullet. Not wanting to rush the fun, Vera lowered her head over him, her gaping mouth enveloping him, lips brushing over his skin, tongue dancing across his face and chest. Bending further down, she kept sucking him in until her lips wrapped oppressively around the man’s knees. She grabbed his ankles and stood up, hefting his weight above her to let gravity do the work for her. Tilting her head back she swallowed hard over and over again, pulling her prey deeper into her stomach, which was now bulging out in front of her. Vera was utterly titillated by the thought of this man being upside-down, swallowed face-first for an entire month straight in the last thirty seconds alone, completely powerless to stop it. With nothing more than a pair of feet sticking out of her mouth to prove her meal still exists, she released her forces from him allowing him to move and speak once more.

Immediately the man began fighting fiercely to stop his descent into her guts, screaming to the high heavens, loud enough for Vera to hear him from inside her. His feet futilely wiggled in Vera’s mouth, all his effort was barely enough for Vera to consider it an attempt at escape. Vera slurped his feet past her lips, exhaling a light moan through her nose as she felt the tremendous pressure of a grown man being forced into her once flat stomach and the ever-present stimulation of her tiny prisoner. The plea’s of the man sliding into her depths turned her on more by the second as he begged her ‘Please! Stop! Let me out!’

With a mighty swallow, Vera forced the last remnant of her prey into her unscathed esophagus. She could feel the man being pushed around and moved by her stomach walls as his legs were squeezed into her fleshy prison. Touching her throat Vera traced the bulge of her meal’s feet as they made their final trip into the digesting tomb that was Vera’s belly. She watched her wriggling, bulging gut distend and drop in the last moments as his feet plopped out of her throat and fully entered her stomach signaling her work was done. The pathetic cries from within her still calling for mercy and release were music to Vera’s ears.

With a whooshing sound Vera summoned a towel made from the cosmos itself and fell back onto it, arms splayed out to her sides. She wondered what the experience of being swallowed for three months was like. Vera shuddered then at the thought of being digested for sixty excruciating years as your body is broken down over six short hours in reality. She slowly drifted to sleep with a sheepish grin on her face, serenaded by the churning, bubbling lullaby of her body digesting its food. Occasionally a particularly vigorous struggle from her belly would rouse her enough to rub it for a few moments before drifting off again.

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