Princess Aurora's mouth is creeping up yours, pulling you closer. You try to pull away, break off the kiss gone wrong, but you can't! Her arms have come up and are holding you still. Slender they may be, but their grip is as tight as steel! Her eyes are still closed, she's still asleep, and your struggles and muffled screams aren't waking her, cannot wake her.
You really begin to panic as her mouth widens and the lips slip over your eyes, submerging you in darkness, with only the vague outline of perfect teeth surrounding you. Her tongue reaches up and licks your face, tasting each new inch of you that passes into her maw. You try to push away with your legs, throw yourself sideways off the bed, none of its working. The arms begin pushing you forward, funneling you into the princess. Your entire head is now inside, and she's quickly working her way down your neck.
In her sleep, Aurora's dreams are wonderful. She's happy and content with the man she fell in love with, and their wedding is the stuff fairy tales are made of! The best part though… is the cake! Made by her Fairy Mothers, its a huge chocolate cake with strawberry icing… and its all for her! She doesn't even feel a little self-conscious as she begins to put the cake where it belongs: Her belly.
Her sleepy murmurs of appreciation at your taste go unappreciated by you, as her swallows echo around your head. Past the teeth, past the gums, look out stomach, here you come!
It should be impossible, but its not! Your entire body is being swallowed, inch by inch, foot by foot, with unrelenting hunger, by this slip of a princess. Your head is outlined in her throat as you are forced downward, before slipping past her breasts into the gastric holding cell below. Even as you stretch her out, even as you make her dress bulge and thrash, it does not tear, and she does not wake. And why would she want to? She's having the best dream of her life!
It was clear as you enter her gut that she had not eaten today. The stomach is hungry and waiting, gurgling and roaring ominously as you are crammed into it. Splashdown. You try to steady yourself with your hands, but the walls are slick, and the muscles keep pushing you back before you gain any ground. Already you feel an uncomfortable warmth where her stomach's juices have touched you. You don't want to think about that right now. You just want to get out of here!
Sadly, that's not likely to happen, not for a while at any rate, and certainly not before Sleeping Beauty is done with you. She slurps up your legs, holding your feet in her large, chipmunk cheeks for a few last moments to savor you and then… Gulp. She sighs and lays back, basking in the sense of fullness.
And as your feet join you in the dark flesh prison you go completely ape. You throw punches wildly, you kick with all your might, making the stomach bounce and dance. You scream at the top of your lungs. Someone, anyone, help! Please wake up! Please help me! If this is a dream, you desperately want to wake up! If its not, you can only prey the prince gets here before… before… Oh god… You scream again. Please! Please hear me! Princess please!
The response?
A momentary gurgle and then… BUUURRRRPP! A belch to put a dozen truckers to shame, spittle flying across the room… but still she does not wake. Instead she gives a pleased sigh, pats her massive, dancing gut, and rolls over.
Well that didn't work… what now genius?
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