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John McCullough stared sullenly at his dinner picking at it with his
fork. He looked up from his plate and sighed, “Stacy, I just don’t see why you
won’t do this.”
“How many times do
we need to go over this?” Stacy slammed her fork onto the table, looking
angrily back at her husband. “This is the fourth time you have asked me, and
the answer is still no, and it will always be no. I am not going to let you
shrink yourself and crawl around inside my mouth.”
“But darling,” John
began with a more conciliatory tone, “nothing can happen, they have tested the
serum out in the lab, and it is perfectly safe. The restorative agent will
completely return me to my normal size.”
“John, for the last
time, I do not want to argue about this. I don’t care if it is your fantasy. It
certainly isn’t mine and there are to many risks.”
The lanky brunette
slid her chair back from the table. “I have some reading to catch up on and I
do not want to hear any more of your wild schemes.” John watched as Stacy
turned and walked out of the kitchen. “Oh…” Stacy said as she walked away, “I
think you need to clean up from supper tonight.”
John sat dejectedly
picking at the remnants of his now cold dinner. It was so selfish of her
knowing what it meant to him. It had not been easy to even admit his fixation
with women’s mouths. It had come up on one of their early dates back in
college. They had gone out to dinner at the Pizza Inn out on the highway 52
bypass. Back then as an underclassman studying biological chemistry, that was
about all he could afford. As they waited for their pizza, John had noticed two
women sitting at a table nearby, a blonde and a redhead. The redhead was seated
facing him and he noticed the way she ate her pizza. She slowly bit down on
each bite then carefully pulled it away from her mouth flicking errant strands
of cheese into her mouth with her tongue.
Stacy noticed the
way he was staring at the redhead. “Would you rather have dinner with her?” He
remembered her saying. He knew that the only thing he could do was to explain
himself. She had laughed thinking it a bit funny not realizing what a serious
matter it was for John. Thinking back on that date, John was surprised she
agreed to see him again.
He had been
attracted to women’s mouths as far back as he could remember. It started when
he was a toddler and his mother would give him chewable vitamins shaped like
animals. To get him to eat one, she would take one as well and slowly push it
into her mouth. She didn’t chew them, just swallowed them whole and John remembered
wondering what happened to them. As he got older the attraction took on a
sexual element. He would watch transfixed when an ad for a lipstick was on the
television. The women in those ads had such amazing lips and mouths their lips
full and glistening with a slightly wet sheen.
It had been Stacy’s
mouth that had initially attracted him. She was otherwise beautiful. Back then
she had jet black hair that flowed in cascades across her shoulders. She was
slender yet curvy and at five feet eight inches she was only a couple of inches
shorter than he. They had recently celebrated their twenty-first wedding
anniversary and although her hair was shorter, cut in a bob just below her chin
with a few grey streaks, she was still as beautiful as the day they first met.
There was no point
in continuing the attempts to persuade her. She was not going to do it. John
sat, deep in thought. He finally had the means to carry out his fantasy but was
no closer to experiencing it. To be this close after all these years of fantasizing
was unbearable. There were a couple of women at the lab who had very inviting
mouths. John though that he could probably persuade one of them to go along
with his plan, but it did not feel right. It would be like cheating on his
wife. It would have to be her or nobody. “If I can’t get her to do it
willingly, I will just have to get her to do it unwillingly,” he thought to
himself as he considered his options. That night as he lay next to her while
she slept, he formulated his plan.
It took a week for
John to be able to put the pieces of his plan together. He spent two days
waiting for the right opportunity to smuggle a small quantity from the lab. He
had to wait for a moment when the other two chemists’ attention was drawn
elsewhere. He fished two small vials from his pants pocket and filled them with
a minute quantity of each solution; the shrink and the restore. He spent the
rest of the day feeling and acting a bit paranoid; worried someone might have
spotted him.
It took until later
the following week before he was able to get in to see Dr. Braidwood, his G.P.
It was the earliest available appointment. After John explained that stress
from work was causing him anxiety and trouble sleeping, the doctor obligingly
prescribed a small quantity of sleep medication. On the way home John was able
to get the prescription filled at the local CVS pharmacy. With the sleeping
pills and the serum in his possession, John was ready to implement his plan.
John had made
reservations for that Friday at Alleia, one of Stacy’s favorite restaurants. It
was an important part of his fantasy that she look the part completely made up
and nicely dressed. Stacy always looked attractive, but even more so when they
went out. John explained to her that he felt bad for trying to talk her into
indulging his fantasy and wanted to make it up to her with a romantic dinner.
On Friday when John
arrived home, Stacy met him at the door with a hug and long kiss. He stood back
looking at her. She was wearing a black sheath evening dress that was cut just
low enough to show off a hint of cleavage. “Wow! You look amazing! Just give me
a minute to change my tie and I’ll be ready.”
About a half hour
later they pulled up to the valet stand and stepped from the car. They were
seated without any wait at one of the alcove tables. These tables were
semi-circular and faced out into the dining area but were lit only by the
ambient light and a candle. She ordered the bacon wrapped quail breast as he
thought she might, while he ordered the short ribs.
When dinner was
served and they began to eat, John was overcome with lust as he watched each
forkful of food disappear between his wife’s luscious lips. He had never been
so aroused in his life. As they finished dinner, the waiter refilled their wine
glasses and Stacy excused herself to go to the lady’s room. John took the
opportunity to crush the sleeping pill and dissolve it in her drink. When she
returned, he toasted her proclaiming his love for her.
As they finished
their dessert, Stacy looked at John and smiled. “That wine has really hit me.
You may have to help me to the car.”
John paid the bill
and had the car brought round explaining to the valet that she had a bit too
much to drink as he helped John get her in the car. By the time they were home
she was barely conscious. He got her up to the bedroom and placed her on the
bed propping her up against the headboard with some pillows so that she was
almost upright.
He opened the
nightstand drawer and extracted a length of heavy thread and a toothpick that
he had staged there earlier while he was upstairs changing his tie. He broke
the sharp ends off the toothpick and placed it in her mouth, vertically near
the back between her upper and lower molars to hold her mouth open. He hoped
that also holding her mouth open would prevent her from being able to swallow.
Next, he tied the
thread in a loop around one of her lower front teeth. He had done some climbing
in his college days and planned to use it like a rope. But not wanting to take
any chances he had tied knots in it at short increments to use as hand and foot
holds.
John stripped off
his clothes since the serum would not shrink them. Then straddling his wife on
the bed, he gulped down the contents of the shrink vial. He felt a strange
tingling then realized that he was beginning to shrink. John knew from the lab
experiments on primates that the process should not take more than a minute. As
he continued to shrink, he grasped the thread about halfway to her chin and
held on. A few seconds later, he was an inch-tall man hanging from the thread,
looking down into the chasm between her breasts. One slip and he might drop
between them and be crushed as she moved. He chuckled to himself as he thought
there could be worse ways to go.
John brushed that
thought aside and looked up. The thread stretched up over her chin and
disappeared. John made short work of climbing up. The last little bit he had to
pull himself over her soft lower lip and in doing so covered his front half
with streaks of red lipstick. As he lay across her lower lip, he was awestruck
by the sight. He was staring into a vast glistening pink cave. Her warm breath
felt comforting as it washed out over him followed by cooler air as she
inhaled. Her tongue laid against her front teeth in a pool of saliva that had
begun to form. John cautiously pulled himself inside, resting on the tongue’s
rough surface. He tried to stand but the surface was too, flexible to maintain
his balance. He settled for crawling on all fours. He had managed to crawl about
halfway back on her tongue rolling over onto his back to stare up at the roof
of her mouth. Near the front he could see distinct ribs that became much less
pronounced further back near the entrance to her throat.
John rolled onto
his side and crawled over to her cheek. Her teeth were massive white boulders.
He noticed the remnants of her diner caught in the cervices between them. He
absently pulled away a piece the size of a pizza slice and bit off a chunk. It
tasted like the grilled quail she had eaten earlier. Placing his right foot on
her molar he tried to stand on it to reach her cheek when her tongue moved, and
he slipped down into the crevasse between her tongue and gums. The weight of
her tongue pressed down on him as he was immersed in saliva. Choking, he tried
to free himself, but the slippery tongue gave no good hand hold. In a moment of
panic, John kicked his legs down and was able to push his head above the
slippery pool. She must have sensed something because the tongue flicked
sideways launching him upward and onto one of her massive molars.
The hard impact
against her tooth caused John to wince from the sudden pain he felt in his left
side. It didn’t feel like anything had broken but he was probably going to have
a nice bruise. He glanced up at the teeth directly overhead and a shudder went
through him as he thought about the crushing power they would have. He slowly
rolled to a crouching position and leaped back across to her tongue.
He was now facing
the back of her mouth in a slight trough in the middle of Stacy’s tongue. Her
uvula hung down bobbing slightly with her breath, framed in an arch that led to
her throat beyond. It was the one place he most wanted to explore. He crawled
slowly toward that abyss like a man terrified of heights might do if he still
wanted to see the view of the canyon. This far back, her tongue was beginning
to slope slightly downward and her uvula was now almost directly above him.
John, stared up at the glistening protuberance, fascinated. He cautiously slid
himself further in stretching his body as far as he could and ran his hand
along the back of her throat. When he pulled his hand away, it was covered in
saliva and mucus.
John had been in a
steady state of arousal since he had shrunk himself. Now, laying there peering
down into the black abyss of Stacy’s throat, it was more than he could stand.
He moved slightly away from her throat and rocked up into a kneeling position.
He gripped his hard member and began to masturbate. It was covered in her
saliva and his hand slid effortlessly along its length. What he was
experiencing was far more amazing than he had ever fantasized, and it took less
than a minute for him to climax in the most intense orgasm he had ever felt.
His cum shot out over the edge of Stacy’s tongue disappearing down her throat.
In his exuberance, John lost his balance and toppled forward. His arms were
hanging down into black space below and he felt the giant uvula brushing up
against his back. John realized her tongue was lifting him upward and she was
trying to swallow. The tongue suddenly dropped, and he felt his upper body
sliding downward into her throat.
“No, NO, NO!” John
screamed. He managed to stretch his arms outward pressing against the back of
her throat. He pushed with violent determination and was able to propel himself
back onto the tongue. He quickly crawled further away from that abyss and lay
panting; exhausted. It took several minutes for John to calm down. As he lay
there in this surreal world, he realized how lucky he had been as he nearly
ended up with her dinner.
He lay back on the
soft tongue and noticed that saliva was building up in her mouth the result of
the toothpick holding her mouth open. He felt himself getting hard again and
rolled over onto his stomach. He rubbed his cock on her tongue enjoying the way
the slightly rough surface felt. He made love to her tongue and climaxed a
second time, his cum dissolving into her saliva.
John rolled onto
his back, letting out a tremendous sigh. The warmth of her tongue and shallow
pool of saliva felt comforting, like being on a tropical beach. The warm air
from her breath wafting over him like a wine scented sea breeze. He closed his
eyes savoring every sensation as he relaxed into her and drifted off to sleep.
The tongue that had
been comforting John suddenly began to move as a low guttural sound
reverberated up Stacy’s throat waking John from his deep sleep. As Stacy began
to awaken, she did so in a drugged state of confusion not knowing what had
happened to her.
John instantly
realized Stacy was becoming awake. He tried to stand but the rapidly shifting
tongue underneath him prevented it. Stacy tried to close her mouth and realized
something was holding it open and John turned just in time to see two giant
fingers enter the mouth grasping for the toothpick. John lunged forward toward
daylight as Stacy pulled hard on whatever was holding her mouth open. When it
gave way, her head tilted back causing the pool of saliva to rush back toward
her throat.
Abruptly the mouth
closed plummeting John into darkness as a wall of saliva hit him, carrying him
to the back of her throat, causing her to swallow. She gagged as she felt
something foreign travel down her throat. She looked down at the toothpick,
confused. The top of her dress was soaked, covered in drool. Then felt the
string in her mouth. She pulled it free staring at it, wondering what had
happened.
“What is going on?
John? Where are you?” She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room, not clear
how she had even gotten home. “I must have had too much to drink but it was
only two glasses” she thought to herself.
Slowly she got up
from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. “John,” she shouted. “Where has he
gotten to?” She muttered to herself. As the effects of the drug wore off, she
searched the house but never found him. The next day she contacted the police
to report her husband missing, but they never found him either.