Edible Stockings

I could breathe. I didn't know how when I was totally enclosed inside Mary, but I slipped into unconsciousness still breathing.

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My head emerged under a white silky nightdress. My body was still held inside Mary from the shoulders downwards. Mary lifted the hem of the nightdress to show that I was still on her bed. Daylight was coming through the curtains. She untied the stocking holding the panty gag in place and removed them.

"Can you talk, John?" She asked. The pressure around my body was eased. I licked my lips.

"I... I think so," I said cautiously.

"You puzzle me, John," Mary said quietly. "Most of my victims are terrified once they realise they are being pulled inside me. While they can, they struggle and fight. You didn't. I've been trying to work out why."

"Perhaps you are better than the alternative," I suggested diffidently.

"No, John. That's not it. OK, it might be part of the explanation, but not enough. Like the shape shifters I have limited ability to read minds. Unlike them I can only do it when I'm engulfing my victims. Sometimes I enjoy their terror as the sink deeper in me; sometimes I feel sad that they are so reluctant to appreciate the ultimate penetration I'm giving them. But you? You enjoyed it and were incredibly calm. I've learned a lot about John Anderson while you've been inside me. You don't care whether you live or die, do you?"

"If you know that much, Mary, you also know why." I said.

"Yes. I do know. Your wife and children were killed by a drunk driver five years ago and since then you have had no one to care for, and no one who cares for you. Even your employers just use you for unpopular tasks. They pay you well, very well, but for that you get hated by too many people because you do the management's dirty work. You need a purpose for living, and a base that you can call home. I know you have a house but you've rented it out. It has too many memories of the family you lost. You are constantly on the move staying in hotels all year around. It's not a life. It's an existence."

"I know all that, Mary. You didn't need to tell me what's in my head."

"But it has given me some ideas. I have the same sort of boring existence. I and my two sisters live here at this hotel and the staff bungalow a few hundred yards away in the woods. As far as we know we are the only aliens of our type on this planet. That's lonely for us. We get some enjoyment from engulfing men but we would prefer that they enjoy it too. Once we have engulfed a man we have a problem. We can't let him go to warn others. Unlike the shape shifters we can't recruit the men. All we can do is either digest them, or kill them and dispose of the body. Digesting isn't easy. Killing? I could just contract my muscles around your neck and you are strangled. I could twist my hips and break your neck, or suffocate you inside my body by turning off the air I have been supplying, or... You get the picture?"

"Yes. I don't really want to die. It does have attractions but not enough for me to commit suicide. I thought of it once."

"I know you did, John. You wanted to wait until the drunk driver was tried and convicted. After that the urge had passed and you were just numb. Now you have two alternatives and no control over which happens. Either Larissa and her shape shifters take you over and you resume your boring existence but as a recruiter of more shape shifters, or Mary absorbs you totally and you die. When I digest you it's not a sexual experience, neither for you who would be unconscious and unaware, nor for me. It's hard work to digest a human, uncomfortable and long winded. A full digestion takes a week of unpleasant stomach writhing. You seem to be more attracted to death than boredom."

I shook myself mentally. This couldn't be real. I was engulfed inside a woman from my neck downwards, looking up her nightdress-covered body to a concerned face peering down at me, and discussing what unpleasant futures I might have. Of course. Mary isn't a woman. She's an alien that looks like a woman. She may be an alien but she looks and behaves like a woman I would like to know more about.

"John, one of the things about being inside me is that your sense of perception is temporarily altered. If it wasn't, you'd have no doubt that I'm not a woman. As I engulf you I grow in size. If I didn't I couldn't fit a full size male human inside me. I might look normal now, but I'm actually three times the size of an adult human female. This nightdress is enormous. When I put my uniform dress back on to swallow you inside my skirt, it was a different dress made to fit the size I am now. So were the panties."

Mary picked up two pairs of panties off the bed and showed them to me. One pair was normal size. The other pair was massive. As I looked at them I had a glimpse of the real size Mary was above me.

"A disadvantage of digesting someone is that I have to stay giantess size for days. I can't be seen around the hotel as a giantess so I'm out of action as the manageress, apparently sick. It's a nuisance as well as being an unpleasant experience for me."

Mary laughed.

"I suppose it would be even more unpleasant for the man being digested if he was aware what was happening to him. But he is unconscious for the whole time he is inside me. He usually dies within a few minutes of starting the process because I turn off his air supply. That's kinder, I suppose. He doesn't know when or how he dies. I do, because I sense his brain activity cease. Only when he is really dead do I start the digesting."

I didn't like the idea of being suffocated inside Mary. The digestion? That wouldn't matter because I'd be dead. I don't care what happens to my body. Being digested seems a very tidy way of disposing of a corpse.

"I'll change the unpleasant subject back to the shape shifters who will arrive in the morning. You refused Larissa's breast so her control over you was weaker than it might have been and temporary. Since she had drunk alcohol even that control was ineffective but came into action as her body processed the alcohol. When she arrives later today her control over you might be very weak or nonexistent unless she kisses you or gets you to lick her pussy. Of course you won't want to do either. You know that will lead to you sucking at her breast and becoming a shape shifter."

I wouldn't be able to resist being kissed by Larissa, or even having her breast stuffed in her mouth if Mary was still enveloping all of me except my head.

"That's true, John. If you are still held like this Larissa could do whatever she wanted. But will you still be held like this? I could drag your head back in. Larissa would be frustrated if she can't get at you."

"But I would be..."

"My prisoner. You already are, John. You're in a warm soft prison that is cradling you. It could be a prison that is protecting you, or your execution chamber. The choice is mine. I could give you to Larissa. I could smother you. Or..."

Mary paused. I sensed that she was about to say something dramatic.

"...or I could keep you."

"Keep me? How?" I didn't understand what Mary was suggesting. She had obviously made a decision, but what decision?

"While I'm this size I don't need to keep you restrained, John. Your muscles will take half an hour to get back to normal. Even then you couldn't escape from a woman three times your size. Out you come."

Mary muscles tensed around me to gradually push my body out of her. She wiped me with the small size apron as I emerged. She was right. Once I was wholly outside her I was pinned to the bed by the weakness of my muscles. Mary climbed off the bed. My eyes followed her as she shed her nightdress and put her enormous clothes on. Her bra cup was large enough to cover my head. When dressed she looked exactly as she had done when I first saw her except for her massive size.

"You might like this while you wait for your muscles to work..."

Mary picked me up, spread her skirt, and pushed me up between her skin and the inside of her maid's uniform until my head was facing her cleavage. She pulled her panties down, fed my feet and legs into them, and pulled the panties up again. My erection was facing her massive cleft. My head was between her soft breasts. Finally she adjusted the apron's ties. The apron's waistband lashed my arms to my body, and my body to hers. The bib held my head in her cleavage.

"Comfortable, John?"

I had to think before answering. I was held as if in a close hug, not swallowed inside her. Her breasts were soft, warm and delightful.

"Yes, Mary," I replied, my voice muffled between her breasts inside her dress's bodice and apron bib.

"Then we can talk about my third option for you. You don't want to be a shape shifter preying on women. You don't want to be digested or killed by me. But your life before Larissa was a mess. You were lonely without friends or sympathetic colleagues. I'm lonely too. My option is that we should be lonely together."

"Together?" I asked.

"Yes, John. I think that you could live with me at this hotel. We could make love together and end our loneliness. There would be negotiations and conditions. I'd have to negotiate with the shape shifters so that I can keep you. A condition of that would have to be that you promise not to reveal any more information about them, nor about me. No more contacts to the alien watch line."

"And then what?" I asked, "If you have saved me from the shape shifters, am I to be your victim instead of theirs?"

"Not my victim, no. My companion, partner perhaps. You would treat this hotel as your home and me as your lover when you are here. We would have to agree how often you would be here but you could continue to work as you do now. I might like your help in turning this hotel into a profitable business which is currently isn't. I could help you. You could help me. At the least you'll still be your own person, but with someone, an alien someone, that cares about you."

I would have answered but Mary, who had been tensing herself as she spoke, relaxed her body. My face was forced between her breasts, stifled against her bra.

"Mmpff!" was all I could manage, pushing back against her dress and apron as hard as I could.

Mary laughed at my predicament.

"Smothered, John? My breasts have claimed you, have they? I'll shrink a bit and give you room to breathe."

The pressure eased as her clothing loosened.

"Oof! " I said, panting for breath. "Big breasts are great but dangerous unless you're careful, Mary."

"So? What do you think of the third alternative, living with me?"

"It's much better than being a shape shifter or a corpse," I replied. "But will it work?"

"We can try. If it doesn't...?"

"If it doesn't, Mary?"

"Then we can part, perhaps as friends. You can go back to your lonely existence and I resume mine."

"In that case, I would prefer trying to live with Mary, working at our relationship and hoping it works out for both of us."

Mary hurriedly untied her apron and unzipped her dress. She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me.

"It's a deal, John. You get to live. I get a possible friend, partner and lover, and we'll see if we can enjoy each other. Until then?"

Mary pulled my body up and out of her panties and dress.

"Larissa and the shape shifters will be here soon. You need to be protected from them. You will be, inside me again. They won't be able to get at you without my agreement. I'll tell them you agree to keep their secret and that I have claimed you as my prey. They could assume you'll die. I won't contradict that assumption. But you need to know what we discuss so I'll leave your head dangling between my legs. I'll have to gag you again because even a single word from you could wreck the deal. Instead of panties I'll wear a couple of petticoats. They have enough fullness for me to hide your head. If they get too close I'll drag your head inside me. OK?"

I had no option.

"OK," I said.

Mary pulled her panties off, grabbed my feet and began to push me inside her.

"Sorry I'm being so fast," she panted through the effort of swallowing me, "but I just heard a car turn in. It could be them."

Within ten seconds she had swallowed me except my head. She gagged me with the edible panties and stocking. She rummaged in a drawer before pulling two or three petticoats up under her skirt. The silky material brushed against my face. I looked down as she walked from the bedroom to the reception area. I could see light, and some of her thighs, but there were too many layers of material wrapping themselves around Mary's legs for me to see beyond her knees.

The discussions with Larissa and a couple of male shape shifters could have been scripted by Mary. Larissa said very little. She was obviously the junior one of the trio. Mary told them about the barman's error. I hadn't intended to give Larissa alcohol, nor had I known the effect it would have.

Mary gave the impression that I would die and be digested shortly but in the meantime I had agreed not to reveal anything about aliens. After all, I was in no position to tell anyone anything, was I? I felt a weak compulsion to suck Larissa's breast but tightly held inside Mary and firmly gagged there was nothing I could do.

Within half an hour the shape shifters had left. I think they were intimidated by Mary's giant size and fierce claiming of me as her victim, not Larissa's.

"Larissa didn't look much," Mary said. "She wasn't any man's dream woman, more like a dowdy housewife. The men weren't much better. They looked like nerds."

I would have commented that they are shape shifters so they would have chosen exactly how they appeared to Mary. As I was still held inside her, she didn't need to hear my words. She could read my thoughts.

"You're right, John. Of course they were trying to show me that they are no threat. They aren't, even if they had sent my ideal man because I'm not a human. I'm an alien and their trickery has no effect at all."

I felt Mary walk across to the front door of the hotel and I heard her lock and bolt the entrance.

"Check-in time is from three o'clock this afternoon. We have eight people, four couples, booked in for tonight but they intend to arrive about eleven pm after a family reunion. They're here for breakfast tomorrow morning and after that the next booking is four days from now. We're going to the staff bungalow and then I'll let you out to meet my sisters. On the way it's easier for you and me if you are wholly inside. See you soon."

Her muscles twitched. Still tightly gagged my head lifted up away from the silky slither of her petticoats into warm darkness. As her lower lips closed around me my consciousness slipped away.

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Mary pushed my head out. She had removed her petticoats. My face brushed against the lining of her uniform's skirt as she removed the stocking and panties gagging me. As she lifted her skirt I saw two women looking down at me.

"Who is this, Mary?" One of the women asked.

"This is John," Mary replied. "He's a keeper, Anne."

"A keeper?" Anne asked.

"Yes. I've saved him from shape shifters and he's agreed to stay with me, or us. John? Meet my sister Anne, and my other sister, Julie."

"Hello, John," Anne said. "You are in an interesting predicament, aren't you? Mary says she's keeping you, and all she's let out is your head."

"I'd like to see all of you, John," Julie said.

"He's naked," Mary objected.

"I've seen, and swallowed, naked men before," Julie retorted.

"OK. I'll push John out if you cover the duvet."

Julie spread an old sheet across a double bed. Mary climbed on, leaned against the headboard and pushed my body out of her. As before, my muscles weren't working. Anne and Julie wrapped the sheet around me, wiping some of Mary's juices off me.

"You'll need a shower, John, before you meet us properly," Anne said. "Where are his clothes, Mary?"

"Some in the staff bedroom, the rest in room three," Mary replied.

"OK. I'll get them. Back soon," Anne said. "John? Just lie there for a while and we'll sort out the shower when I get back."

I shut my eyes. I felt weak and helpless. The sheet was tightly wrapped around me and I didn't have enough strength to wriggle out. I was aware of Mary's hand stroking my head as I dozed.

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The shower was interesting. Mary had reduced her body to normal human size and all three sisters we naked as they joined me in the large walk-in shower. It was large enough for a triple-sized sister to use or for all four of us. They washed me, kissed me, rubbed their bodies and particularly their breasts against me. I was enjoying the attention of three attractive women. None of them was the ideal woman that Larissa the shape shifter had shown me, but these three were wonderful.

After the shower all four of us climbed on to the bed. Mary held the back of my head to her breasts as Anne and Julie explored my body. Anne, as the oldest sister, claimed my erection first. While she was pounding up and down on my hips my head was surrounded by Mary and Julie's breasts.

I think I made the correct decision to stay with Mary. Being loved and used by three alien sisters was preferable to continuing my boring life changed into a shape shifter.

Over the next few days I found that being swallowed inside Anne and Julie had slight differences from Mary. All of them gave me a wonderful feeling of contentment and sexual fulfilment before I slid inside for a sleep more tightly hugged than any human woman could do.

A week later I resumed my normal travels as the company's hard-nosed fixer but with an inner happiness I hadn't had for years. That hotel became my base and a wonderful love nest. They were rarely so busy that all three sisters needed to be on duty but even if they were, in a few hours time one of them would claim me.

I like being claimed, even if the three of them really own me as their 'keeper'.

The End