It had seemed like a silly little game. She'd first seen it on a Japanese gameshow and wanted to give it a go. So we took a trip to the hardware store, then to the supermarket, and got the rig put together. 

The game was fairly simple. A three foot Plexiglas tube, about an inch in diameter, was attached to a pedestal between us. A malted milk ball was slid to the center of the tube. We both put our lips around the opposite ends of the tube and the game began. The goal was to be the one that sucked the candy all the way to her end. Like I said, simple.

Silly me, though, forgetting how competitive she was.

At first, it was a pretty close game. We were both sucking hard on our respective ends. It was a weird sensation, feeling something sucking so hard at my mouth. And to be fair, I was a little distracted. Her soft, full lips, shiny with a recent application of gloss and wrapped tight around the firm glass tube... It put thoughts into my head of a thousand things I'd rather have those lips do.

Eventually I worked out that it was all about timing. Plug the end of the tube while she was sucking, then suck good and hard when she was taking a breath. Each time she stopped to exhale and ready for another suck, I gained ground. About thirty seconds into the game, I felt the chocolate coating against my tongue and grinned around the tube. Looks like I was going to win this stupid little game.

Just as I was dreaming up what I'd ask for as my prize, I saw that look of determination come to her face. She blew a sharp breath out of her nose and inhaled with all of her might. Wary of losing the candy, I slipped my lips down past the opening to wrap them around it. This was a miscalculation on my part, though in my defense I didn't anticipate the laws of physics to give up on me.

Without my lips sealed around the outside of the tube, when she inhaled, I lips got pulled inside, squeezing into the tube a good deal further than I'd expected them to be able to go. I still had the candy, though, so I made ready to pull my head away and declare myself the victor. Before I could, she inhaled again, even harder.

Before I knew what happened, I felt a terrific pressure and a smooth coolness all around my face, head, and neck. I don't know how, but she'd managed to suck my head clean into the tube. Squeezed as they were against the inside of the tube, my eyes weren't very useful at working out if the tube was stretching or my head was squishing. In a panic, I reached for where I knew my head should be (since several decades of precedent suggested it should be somewhere above my shoulders). What I felt instead was the tube, now slightly warm with my body heat from within, but not at all larger than it had been. So that answered that question, my head was squishing. The question of how my head had deformed enough to fit into the tube without killing me was still up in the air, however.

I wanted to yell for her to stop, but as you might imagine a head squeezed into an inch thick tube didn't make for clear and intelligible speech. Not that she gave me much time anyway. Another sharp inhale and my shoulders and chest slid into the tube with a low, drawn out squeak. The motion snapped my arms down to my side, drawing them in with me down to the elbow.

Around my forearms I felt the crumple of cloth, evidently my tank top slipping down now that my shoulders weren't there to hold it up. Since I wasn't wearing anything underneath, I briefly wondered what my chest must have looked like, noodle thin and pressed tight against the tube. Another slight inhale dragged me a few more inches, and finally I began to appreciate just how stimulating it was to have so much pressure squeezing my flesh against the tube as I slid. The feeling of the tube dragging against my sensitive and increasingly erect nipples as I moved was heavenly, and now I was just about down to my crotch. My head filled with thoughts of what it would feel like to have my naughty bits dragged into the tube. I found myself oddly looking forward to it...

The next suck kicked things up a notch, as it could probably be considered a slurp. Another few inches and I felt my head pop into the hot, moist inside of her sensuous mouth. Her tongue danced across my face and worked between my lips. At first I thought she was teasing me, or trying to turn this into the make-out session that I was oh so ready for. Then I realized she'd wormed her tongue inside far enough to pry the candy from my lips. After she shifted the candy aside and crunched it between her teeth beside my ear, I felt the tongue lick longingly across my cheek.

I was already thinking about how silly I would look whenever she decided to release my head from her mouth. A full sized head on one side, wiggling feet on the other, and the rest of me nude and packed into a tube. She'd probably gloat for a while before figuring out how to get me out.

It turns out I was wrong about that.

Her tongue hooked under my chin, her throat relaxed, and I started to slide forward again. The hot pressure of silky smooth skin against my face intensified, and I found myself dragged further down her throat. Now I started to struggle, or at least I tried, but once my head was in the moist vice of her throat muscles, there was only one direction I could go... Down.

The divine sensations began to push my concerns aside. Her throat caressed my breasts as my head descended into her chest. I felt my feet pull into the tube, sending my shoes clattering to the ground. Gulp by gulp I heard the slick, squelching sound of her insides claiming me, the churning massage of peristalsis kneading my muscles and lulling me into a state of euphoric relaxation. By the time my feet popped out of the tube and into her mouth, I didn't care anymore about what was happening. Yes, my girlfriend had eaten me. Yes, even now I was curling into a tighter and tighter ball in her stomach. But it felt so GOOD. So warm and close and sinfully decadent, like having an enormous tongue suckling and licking every inch of me.

My feet joined me in my girlfriend's stomach, and around me I heard a murmur of contentment at the large and hard-fought meal. I felt the muted pressure of hands caressing the stomach that now held every inch of me.

"Well..." she said. "It looks like I won. I told you that game would be fun..."