Aborigen

Translated from the original Japanese, appearing on G-Boy’s GTS Homepage, Feb. 4, 2002 [accessed via the Internet Archive: please donate].

One night, airmen of Unit 235 were on a regular reconnaissance mission.

One of the crew casually looked out the window and happened to notice a large object approaching. “Huge object advancing on our 10 o’clock position, sir,” he murmured, staring.

The chief sat up. “What size and distance?”

“… I don’t know. It just looks huge!”

The chief frowned. “Well, isn’t it on the radar? Why wouldn’t something this big turn up on our radar?”

Meanwhile, as the jet soared, the massive object nonetheless grew closer and closer. As it caught up, visuals revealed that the huge object, illuminated by moonlight, was a gigantic young woman.

The chief stared in amazement. “How big can she possibly be? And is she flying after us … ?”

The colossal young woman simply spread her huge thighs and positioned herself so the reconnaissance plane found itself sailing between her legs and into her crotch.

The crew freaked out. “Whoa, we’re going to crash!” “I can’t regain control in time! Requesting help.” “Radio’s out! We can’t talk to anyone!”

The young woman simply swung her hips slightly to the left, guiding the aircraft into the narrow gap between her bikini bottom and her thigh.

The chief stared ahead of them in shock. “What am I looking at …”

Before them, tremendous labia spread from beneath her bikini bottom, opening slowly and casually, as if they had been patiently awaiting the arrival of the aircraft. The gigantic hips tilted only slightly, preparing to catch the aircraft.

“A-a-a-ah!!”

Unit 235 sailed neatly under the huge bikini. The plane made a squelching sound as the nose and cockpit were swallowed by the huge vaginal entrance.

“A-A-AH!!”

Her swollen, moist labia adhered lovingly to the sides of the aircraft, spreading over the cockpit and over the wings, covering the windows. The ruddy skin slathered her juices over the craft, creating an air-tight seal around the plane. They attempted a reverse-thrust, but it was too late. The tight ring of her vaginal entrance clenched excitedly around the plane’s body as her labia spread over the aircraft.

The chief looked around frantically. “Everyone, escape out the back!”

Another airman called from the rear of the craft: “No good, sir, the hatch is wedged shut. Won’t open.”

“You can’t escape. I’ll eat you all.” The young woman’s voice reverberated throughout the tiny craft, heavy with bass and yet laden with affection. “Ah … oh, yes, that feels good. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

The crew could only stare as red, moist tissue crept around the windows, blocking out the world. “What’s she doing to us …” “I can’t take it anymore! She’s sucking us inside her!”

One airman went to the wall of the aircraft, studying a ruptured seam intently. “What’s this smell … Some kind of sticky fluid is flowing inside …”

The chief’s jaw dropped. “Could that be the girl’s liquid? My God, the smell!”

Soon the milky fluid flowed copiously, her love-juices trickling, then running down the walls, pooling over the corrugated steel floor. If she had indeed been flying through the air while tracking her prey, the fluids leaking into the tiny steel room were as much sweat as they were lubrication. Quickly the air they had to breathe was redolent with the intimate biology of a young woman.

The giantess chuckled. “Don’t you love how I smell? It’s good, isn’t it? Here, I’ll give you everything I’ve got. Tell me what you think of it.”

One of the crew paused in his struggles, testing the air. “Dammit … it actually smells good. It made my nose pinch, but … I like it now. I could see myself getting addicted to this …”

On its face, the entire scene was incomprehensible, but the crew of Unit 235 were compelled down the chain of events, and it made sense in a way. The young giantess, growing aroused, began to clench around the aircraft, a kind of dildo for her purposes. She rolled her hips, moaning quietly, adjusting the grip of her vulva on the aircraft, whipping it back and forth as it settled into her, filling her in a wonderful way. Soon, however, her thrusts and clenches around the plane grew much more intense.

“A little more,” she growled, her voice rattling the windows. “A little more … oh, yes, just like that, that’s the way … ah, ah, ahh!”

Her hips began to buck, her pelvic floor began to seize. The plane’s interior was swimming with her juices, the crew’s screams lost within the canal of her vagina. Unit 235 had been almost completely consumed, its wings snapped off, only the tail protruding from between her swollen, ruddy labia, and these shivered around the craft. The metal ship crumpled and groaned as her climax overtook her, pressing from all sides, the voices within falling silent.

“Oh, that was delicious … but there’s still a little bit left! Here we go.”

With that, the colossal young woman shimmied her hips, her labia swelled and grabbed, and Unit 235 was subsumed entirely within her womanhood.