You’re pulse quickens and you forget completely about your hangover. The voice that you have just heard is not Angela’s; it’s not anyone that you know. The panic set in and you realize that you are inside a complete stranger. Inserted deep into their uterus and with no idea how or why you are there. If you were inside Angela, then at least you would know that you are with someone that you can trust, but how are you to know what this complete stranger has in mind for you? She could be one of the girls last night that you had been drinking with, which isn’t a whole lot better then being inside some stranger. Most girls treat you like an insect or a toy, ether with disgust or amusement. You’ve lost count of the times women have asked to pet you. It’s degrading to be treated as less then human just because you’re so small. You don’t see people suggesting that midgets aren’t human, now do you? Whoever your in, could very likely think of you as ether an insect to be crushed or a pet to be treated as such.
Around you, the tunnel walls tighten and you’re compressed from all sides. You can feel the walls trying to push you further in, but you fight them and start crawling on your stomach. A dim star of light is shining from up ahead, which must be the entrance to the cunt and your way out of this humid tunnel. Again, the walls try to push you back, but you brace yourself against the walls and hold your ground. A lewd moan echoes from above, altering you that the female has detected your presence inside of her.
“Seems I’m not the only one awake,” the girl giggles and you experience an awkward moment. Looks like you don’t have to worry too much about her thinking you’re a parasite. Her voice was filled with drollness, the type usually used for when a pet does a funny act. With a renewed sense of urgency, you push forward faster. You want out of this stranger’s body and hopefully escape to a familiar world. Once out, with any luck, this girl will return you home or to Angela. If not, you are really screwed.
The star of light at the end of the tunnel grows bigger and brighter. Your hands reach out for the corners of the star and you start to pull yourself free of the grasp of the cunt. The girl’s moans have raised a pitch and she begins to tremble. The shuddering shakes you out of her faster and you drop to a hammock like cloth between her slit. Panting, you feel the cold air against your slick skin that is covered in both alcohol and the natural juices of the cunt. Above you, the monster cunt drools out its clear juices that have aided as lubrication for your escape. Glancing around, you recognize your hammock as a pair of panties, cotton if your not mistaken. The panties are pulled out and light fills the cottony area. Momentarily blinded, you look up to see if you can recognize the person staring down at you.
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