walk forward

You transgress forward with your newly formed flesh. It is familiar, but fresh—distinctively new. "hmmmm," you hum. "hmmmm." you've grown fond of your voice.

Ahead sits a giant, legs crossed Indian-style. Her eyes are closed, her palms open and stretched downward. She wears a tan pareo that drapes over her thighs. A warm smile rests on her face. It appears she is at peace.

"Hmmmm," you call to her and she extends her palm. Carefully, you walk onto her hand, and hike up her arm. The climb is long, but you manage to make it. "Hmmmm," you call again, now on her shoulder, looking at her face.

Her eyelids open, revealing that she has no eyes. The giant's head turns your way. She seems to stare at you with the sockets of skin. "Aww," it coos, but to you it seems like a roar. She gently grasps you with her fingers, then lowers you to her chest. A face appears in her breast—a small version of her own. Your lips meet with its lips, as your mouth fills with it's juices. It goes down your throat warm, burning slightly, but satiating a hunger you hadn't realized was there. Your body rapidly absorbs the warm sustenance as more is pushed through your lips. It comes too fast, and you begin to **** it up. If only you could command her, but you cannot escape her second face's embrace. You push and you kick, but try as you might, you are unable to escape the giant woman.

Suddenly you are exhausted; too tired to move—too tired to try. You feel your eyes shut, and despite your resistance, you fall into slumber, your body filled with the foreign juice of the giant woman.