"You know,", she blushes, hardly able to contain herself, "it's all your fault! You EXACTLY know what gets me into gear! If you hadn't tried to deny that I CAN swallow you, none of this would have happened."
You gaze at a panting Willow, blazing in demand - shot past the point of no return. She does her very best - restraining herself - in order to keep up a "normal" conversation.
"You're... a really bad liar. And despite... what YOU tell me. You forget one thing: ...I watched you... while you looked into my mouth and... when I brought down my tongue,... your whole gesture was SCREAMING... in fear of what you saw!", she gasps for breath, "Mind... telling me why?"
Bulls-eye! You are at a loss for words. She saw right through you from the start and all you did was adding fuel to the fire...
"I'm almost sorry.", she blandly continued, "But... I can't take it anymore!... The hunter becomes the prey... Your desperate,... daring... and futile attempts... to deny me... Even my stomach... is rampaging... like crazy... It's RIDICULOUS!"
She's closing her eyes. Her breathing eases. Slowly tranquility settles in. Only a few shy, awfully familiar noises fly through the lot.
Being overwhelmed by her ecstasy, your just standing there - motionless, devoid of any thoughts. Willow - having calmed herself by letting her desires take over - opens her eyes again...
There was nothing gentle inside them any longer. The mischievous air they had before, was completely erased, taken over by conclusive and cold look. A look which told you the one thing unquestionably:
Willow isn't looking at a friend anymore. She's looking at a tasty morsel, thinking about where and how she should start nibbling on.
Her eyes are fixed on you're insignificant frame. You can't help but notice her mouth madly waters as she gulps frequently.
Finished, getting rid of the last doubts Willow had doing this - she menaces in kittenish way: "Okay. It's time! Are you ready? You should feel honored.
For I am about to show you - a most intimate side of mine not many have seen - the reason my I'm going by the name of 'MiniZilla'..."
MiniZilla rises into the air. Familiar sounds let you reminiscent of a violent existence; still pleading for nourishment. For a brief moment, you face it eye to eye - roughly 6 foot away, imprisoned by the a smooth, pink and beautifully fragile barrier. Left with no choice you can't help but notice a hint of embarrassment while she gets into her role. She takes a deep breath. She releases her bashfulness with the reminder of a helpful fact: There's no human being seeing her like that! Just a teeny toy which - in the end - won't be able to tell a soul about this incident.
She holds her arms tight to her body - squeezing her diffident, yet dignified breasts together.
A ferocious MiniZilla throws her head in the air - shifting it from left to right in slow-motion - and roars like a boss. You're forced to smile. Even from your point of view it's hard to buy it. It's more like a dinky, childish "rawr" than an actual threat. But despite her cute voice and frail gesture, MiniZilla's sheer size is quite menacing indeed.
Like some sort of dinosaur, she heavily stomps right at you.
You prepare for countermeasures. At least, it looks like she won't use the full length of arms. You feel a straw of hope is being reached out to you.
Her first attack comes from above. The giantess rips open her mouth - revealing her teeth, indicating, she's willing to use them - and takes a nosedive. You see a big dark hole closing in you, hardly able to make out the inside. Regardless of her speed, you manage to dodge the crashing mouth - Hearing a single clatter as it stopped above the ground. You're heart sinks into your boots. If that hit you, you're legs would be cleanly separated by now... No time to ponder as the primary beast turns around and pierces you with it's gaze. This is bad! With her head sideways there would be no room left to dodge if she opens her mouth to the fullest. Realizing that you caught on - a smile flashes her lips and she does exactly that while darting at you.
In your desperation, you subconsciously make a brazen decision: Without thinking about it, you jump of the wall, as powerful as you can, in hope you manage to reach MiniZilla's body.
Even being crushed by the ground would be a less painful experience than what the forceful girl had in store for you.
The speed of your world decelerates.
Your system is pushed to the edge, nonetheless you can feel every single beat of your heart. Time seems almost frozen...
A feeling of queasiness grips your stomach as make out a darkening of your view. A red thin stripe enters your vision followed by a half-round white circle filled with a luscious red color. You already knew this scene, just from another perspective. You look around to confirm that you're environed by a wet, humid place. Without a warning time starts flowing again as your world went dark...
Intoxicated with lust, MiniZilla almost crunches you as she collects her mid-air treat. You feel a sharp pain on your waist causing you to scream at top of your lungs.
Your scream rouses Willow from her frenzy. She immediately opens her mouth to let you glide onto her hand.
Her behavior changes to normal when she checks you out: "I'm sorry! Are you hurt?"
Your upper half is drenched with a sticky liquid. You're a bit dazed by the events. You sit up and clean your face to the get slime out of your eyes. You start checking your waist, pulling up your shirt, you're seeing a few untidy lined up bruises but there's no blood and you're not feeling any pain inside.
You collapse back into the small puddle of saliva inside her hand. You breath a sigh of relief seeing the good ol' Willow you got acquainted with again.
"Don't worry, it's just scratch!", you settle down, "Willow, I'm glad your ba---"
After your first sentence Willow relieved interrupts: "I'm glad! I can put your mind at ease, I won't hurt you anymore... at least, unless your inside! I don't wanna waste my once-in-a-lifetime-chance now, do I?" Her relaxation is - yet again - terrorizing you. Too tired of this emotional rollercoaster, you start to break - just giving up the thought of somehow getting out of this alive.
Willow looks at you while you distinctively and visible get depressed.
"Awww... you can't give up just yet! It's no fun if you don't resist!", the gently sadistic giantess exclaims.
In your current state, only a single monotone set of words leaves your mouth: "Go ahead! Just swallow me already... I can't take it anymore either..."
"Now, now! Don't be like that! I know you, all you need is a little encouragement!", she says, determined to bring back your survival instinct. And indeed, she was right on the spot, it's really easy for her to "motivate" you.
She brings her hand down to her stomach. It's still churning and groaning - hearable and sensible.
The half starved girl chuckles: "You hear that? You gotta admit that it sounds reaaally... uncomfortable, to say the least. Now consider this: You're outside! Image just how badass it has to be in there!"
In defiance of your mind, every fiber of your being struggles against the idea of being inside that girl's gurgling gut.
You're try to brush it off but a feeling fear starts to creep up on you again.
"And you DO know what I did most of the time when had a role-play.", Willow points out an emphatic reminder, "I'm curious about how long you'll actually able to preserve"
Your fear further solidifies as you think back on the chats with her: When she was the pred, she liked to write about how she did all kinds of stuff, in order to hold him alive as long as possible, while her juices were working on him.
