Giantess Island

Escape

Mrs. Bales's neck stood directly above him, to his sides her hair hung like an enormous curtain, blocking the sun from outside, making the screams he heard sound so distant. Her body heat was immense, he could feel it boiling him alive, and he didn't know if what paralyzed him was that or the imminent danger of being so close to her. He was practically touching her, if he made a sound, or if he moved too much, Mrs. Bales would notice him, and they would be nothing but food in her stomach.

Calm down, he told himself. Perhaps Caroline was an outlier, perhaps their teacher would get up, help them, and this would all be solved quickly. Yeah, that would probably happen, he just needed to trust Mrs. Bales and-

Uriel's hopes died when he heard the sounds of dull screaming coming from her teacher's mouth. Like Caroline, Mrs. Bales played with her food, she flicked the people with her tongue this way and that, making wet, meaty sounds that drowned out almost everything else.

What followed seconds after was a loud GULP. A bulge travelled down her neck, big and bulbous, carrying something that had to be bigger than himself. That enormous thing disappeared once it reached her chest, and as she finished swallowing, Mrs. Bales let out a moan brimming with what sounded like sexual pleasure.

Then, she swallowed again. Another bulge went down, then another, and another. Unlike Caroline, who chose her meal, finished, and then chose another, Mrs. Bales had stuffed her mouth full of people and swallowed them all one by one. He had no other explanation for that continuous process of gulping and gulping which seemed to have no end.

As he followed those bulges travelling down his teacher's throat, Uriel's eyes eventually fell on her chest, and he was amazed at the sheer size of it. Gigantic mounds of tit fat, squished against the ground, made to look even more prominent. It had been hard to keep his eyes away from Mrs. Bales's curves when she'd been a normal woman in a bikini. Now, they were bare and so big, just one of them alone had to weigh three times what he did. He held out a shaking hand, it was like his body moved on its own. He touched the dark, smooth skin, it was so soft to the touch. Then his hand kept going, sinking into the seemingly endless fat of his teacher's tit.

He heard a moan, and he couldn't tell if it was because of what he'd done, or due to the surge of pleasure Mrs. Bales felt after eating people.

Uriel's eyes fell on the gap between her breasts. So enormous, so inviting, like the entrance to a cave promising this incredible softness pressing down from all sides. He was tempted to enter that space, to be squished between Mrs. Bales's breasts. But then he looked down. There, on the floor, was a hand, slapping the sand, trying to hold onto something.

Uriel recognized the nail polish. Tina. Tina! How the hell could he have forgotten? Broken out of the spell, he crouched, reached for that hand, and started pulling. God, it was hard. The weight of their teacher pressed down on her, making even moving Tina for a centimetre almost impossible. The fact his feet sunk in the sand made it so he slipped every time he managed to get a decent grip. It was like the whole universe was against him trying to save his girlfriend.

Uriel tried to wiggle her around, see if that somehow worked to get her out. That seemed to do the trick. While before only her hand was visible, now Tina's whole arm started to emerge. Those fingers of hers clutched to his arm, holding onto dear life.

The gulps kept coming over his head. When he watched his teacher's tits, they were a morbid, fleshy soundtrack he was capable of ignoring. Now, it felt like a countdown, and when it reached zero, Mrs. Bales would look for something else to fill her mouth with.

Or somebody else.

Tina came out of the giantess's cleavage, she took in a deep, ragged breath, and started to cough. "Fuu-uu-uk!" she cried. Her eyes were all red, "Fuck! What's happening? What is this?"