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She had just a split second of warning before it happened. The F-35 jet slammed into her with a surprising amount of force for such a little craft. Its tiny wings sheared off while its fuselage carried the pilot deep inside her. He must've been injured and pinned, struggling against her heaving walls of flesh. Taylor could hear his labored breathing transmit intermittently through her earpiece. Taylor's brief moment of pity was overwhelmed with excitement. A man's life was in her hands... well, not exactly in her hands. She squirmed, she just had to sit still and wait for the rescue crew to pull him out.

Then, a desperate voice crackled in her earpiece. The pilot.

"This is Viper 2, stop squeezing, stop squeez-"

Taylor shuddered. The thought of the young pilot, whom she had just met days ago, now begging for mercy while enveloped deep inside of her... It was too much. The giantess admiral clenched, snuffing out his tiny life.

Rear Admiral Swift looked back sheepishly. She had dripped all over her carrier. The jet, of course, was nowhere to be seen. It was still deep inside of her.

A rescue helicopter now inched close to her rear. The sight of the minuscule sailor dangling from it aroused her more.

"Rescue 1, this is Swift, get in there and get him out."

The silly pilot had teased her appetite, now more would be sacrificed to satiate her.

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She had just a split second of warning before it happened. The F-35 jet slammed into her with a surprising amount of force for such a little craft. Its tiny wings sheared off while its fuselage carried the pilot deep inside her. He must've been injured and pinned, struggling against her heaving walls of flesh. Taylor could hear his labored breathing transmit intermittently through her earpiece. Taylor's brief moment of pity was overwhelmed with excitement. A man's life was in her hands... well, not exactly in her hands. She squirmed, she just had to sit still and wait for the rescue crew to pull him out.

Then, a desperate voice crackled in her earpiece. The pilot.

"This is Viper 2, stop squeezing, stop squeez-"

Taylor shuddered. The thought of the young pilot, whom she had just met days ago, now begging for mercy while enveloped deep inside of her... It was too much. The giantess admiral clenched, snuffing out his tiny life.

Rear Admiral Swift looked back sheepishly. She had dripped all over her carrier. The jet, of course, was nowhere to be seen. It was still deep inside of her.

A rescue helicopter now inched close to her rear. The sight of the minuscule sailor dangling from it aroused her more.

"Rescue 1, this is Swift, get in there and get him out."

The silly pilot had teased her appetite, now more would be sacrificed to satiate her.