My heart was racing, my body shaking, this time in fear. What had happened? The last thing I remember was Laurie licking my cheek and a bright flash from the gem. Now, I was lost. What had I been thinking of? Maybe if I knew that, I would have some idea of what had happened to me. The problem is, I wasn’t thinking about ANYTHING. I was completely in shock, completely in awe. Whatever had happened 2 things were clear: 1, I didn’t have the gem, and 2, if I didn’t know what happened to me, neither would Laurie.
Would I be stuck like this? Like what? I tried to test my body to see what I was. I focused on moving me hand. My fingers wiggled, my hand opened and closed. Next my arms, my legs, my neck. All there. 2 arms, 2 legs. I was me, so I must have just gotten smaller again. But how small? And where was I? It was dark. Pitch black. Wait…No, no my eyes were closed. I was afraid to open them, though. I was scared to see where I might be. I tried to use my other senses before opening my eyes, to figure out just where I may be.
Where ever I was, it was warm, very warm. It was also very human. No, not just humid…It was wet and sticky. My whole body seemed to be covered in a thick, viscous slime. There was a thick, heavy smell that hung in the air. It was very familiar, but right now it was so overpowering I couldn’t quite place it. It was minty, but also mixed with something else…I’ve smelled it very recently but nowhere near this strong. I tried to listen, to focus on the sounds around me.
I heard a distant thumping, rhythmic, almost calming. I heard the sound of air rushing past me in a metered pattern. Then I heard something that almost left me completely deaf, and instantly made me realize where I was.
“JAMES?! OH MY GOD, JAMES! WHERE ARE YOU?!”
The sound roared all around me, vibrating me to my core. It was Laurie’s voice, but so loud it was if she were yelling directly into both ears at the same time. As her voice wrung out, my entire world rocked and shook. I was laying on a living, breathing earthquake. I KNEW where I was, but now I opened my eyes just to confirm it.
It was still dark. Very dark. As she spoke again, light rushed in to show me my prison.
“JAMES WHAT DID YOU DO?!”
The ground I stood on was a pale pink, covered in slime, soft, with the texture of supple leather. I was surrounded on all sides by small hills, about the height of my body. My ground seemed to stretch for miles in one direction, where it vanished into the darkness of an ominous cave. On every other side of me, the walls ended in glistening white monoliths coming from the floor and ceiling, and seeming to be etched in marble.
I was in her mouth. I was on her tongue, and I was the size of a single papillae, the bumps that covered a person’s tongue. Though they were as tall as me, they were spaced so close together that they hugged me on all sides. I looked up and saw the roof of her mouth. As her tongue came to a rest, the roof rushed toward me. I must have been toward the tip of her tongue, as it was almost pressed against her roof. If I had reached up and jumped, I could have almost touched it. I turned in a circle to take in my surroundings.
I had always loved her mouth and breath-taking smile. I had been sent into uncontrollable arousal when this very tongue had licked my entire body. But now? Now, it was almost terrifying. I had never been in a room, or building, that had been so completely enormous. It went on for miles in almost every direction, but I knew the one direction I had to avoid was the back, toward her throat. I ran my hand over one of the bumps in front of me. Slime…No…Not slime. Saliva. I looked down at my hand as I pulled it away from the papillae, strings of the saliva stretching to follow. If I had not been so intimidate, I would be very aroused.
My entire world shook again, but not from her talked. She was moving. I felt the cavernous maw tip forward, and I had to cling to one of the seemingly infinite bumps to keep from tumbling toward back of her front teeth. She was bending down. But why?
Laurie bent down to check the pile of clothes that had been left on the ground. She was searching for them. Though she now whispered, her words were still quite loud to me.
“James? James, are you in there?”
She was searching through my clothes, trying to find me. As she was talking, I could see glimpses of the outside world. She had grabbed the gem and placed it into her purse. Fuck, that purse. Even if I could find a way out of her mouth and to her purse, I would never find anything in it. Not at this side. I screamed her name, but I knew it was pointless. She couldn’t hear me when I was an inch tall, so now it would be impossible. I tried pounding on one of her papillae, but my hands just squished in the saliva as it made contact with the soft, spongy material. I had to get her attention, but I didn’t know how. All I knew was I had to do it before she ate or drank, or I would be doomed to a life dissolving in her stomach.
And what about Laurie? Poor Laurie, she was frantically searching for her lost friend in the wrong spot. I could hear her heart beat, and it was growing quicker. She was scared. Poor Laurie, please don’t be scared. I promise I’m safe. I’m right here. How long would she search for me in those clothes? She was getting nervous, and frantic. Saliva started to pool in her mouth. I could see a rush, a flood, of saliva start to come from her glands in her cheeks. I could see it quickly rising from the bottom of her mouth. It was a flash flood, and there was nowhere I could run.
I did the only thing I could think of, and held my breath and grabbed as tightly as I could to the bump in front of me. Almost as quickly as I noticed it starting, the saliva was now completely covering me, the level was high above my head. My lungs ached and screamed for relief. I contemplated swimming to the top but even if I could make it, I knew she would soon swallow and wash me down with it if I had let go.
The liquid around me was thick and warm. I tried to relax, tried to slow my heartbeat and calm my body. I was tiny, smaller than I had ever been, inside the mouth of my Goddess, in danger of drowning or being swallowed, and…aroused? I can’t explain it. I can’t explain the feeling other than imagine being weightless in a body temperature bath, while being surrounded by soft, spongy leather, and listening to the rhythmic, comforting beat of a heart. Though I should be terrified, I was comforted and aroused, and for the moment, I wasn’t ashamed.
As soon as I had accepted my fate, there was a harsh sucking motion and the flood was instantly drained away from me. The tip of her tongue rose to the roof of her mouth, pressing me tightly against it in a warm embrace. The pool of saliva poured down the back of her throat, and I watched it go, with a small tinge of jealousy. I laid on my back, panting, trying to catch my breath after the near fatal drowning.
My hand moved toward one of the wet, soft hills next to my, pulling off a handful of her saliva. I was already covered in it, from head to toe, but I still grabbed more. I licked my lips, tasting her spit. Semi-salty, yet sweet, with a hint of mint. I moved the handful of saliva to my mouth and eagerly drunk it down. It was thick and slow to get down, but it was the best thing I had ever tasted. My dick throbbed at the feeling and taste. My loins burned. My body tingled. I was no longer scared. I was where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be.
Thank you, brain, for whatever thought you had to get me in this position. I don’t know what it was. I don’t remember thinking about being this small. I never would have thought about that. It would have been too scary, but I thought of something…My hand slowly moved down my body. At first, it was just enjoying the feeling of rubbing her saliva along my body. My hand moved to one of the massive bumps to grab another handful of her saliva. I closed my eyes as I moved my hand down between my legs. The saliva in my hand mixed with the saliva already covering my balls as I played with them.
My world rocked and swayed as she stood. She was looking around for me.
“James?” She whispered.
Her comforting voice. The breeze of her breath rushing past me. I grabbed my cock and squeezed it, massaged it, rubbed it. Her saliva was the best lubricant anyone could ever imagine. Thick, warm, and part of her.
“James? Where are you? Wh-what are you?” I slid my hand up and down my cock, listening to her voice as it reverberated through my entire body.
She wasn’t talking now. She must have been thinking, but of what? I could feel her head move from side to side as she looked around again. I could feel her body walking, but to where I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t care. I was lost in pure bliss as I felt my hand rubbing her saliva up and down my cock. The large, soft bumps hugging me from all sides. All I needed was right here. If I needed a drink, I had her spit. If I needed food, I’m sure I could find bits stuck to her teeth after she eats. If I needed sex I had…I had her entire mouth. This was all I needed. In the distance, past my world, I could hear a car door open.
“I was just playing around,” she whispered softly. “I knew my words could get you to change but…” My world dropped a bit as she sat. “I need to be careful with what I do when you’re touching it.” Her tongue moving to form each word added to the experience. I couldn’t stop. I was past the point of giving up. I was lost in the moment. And the pure thought of it was just adding to my arousal. I was impossibly small, laying on the tongue of my crush, and masturbating using her saliva, the same saliva that covered me from head to toe, that I happily drank handfuls of.
“Is it possible, though?” She whispered again. “You can turn into an ant but…” I should have been listening and paying attention. Maybe then I would have known she was getting close. “But can you turn into other things? Can you turn into things you’re touching? Did…Did you turn into my tongue?” In the car, she was lowering her visor to access the mirror attached to it. “Would I even recognize you if you were my tongue?”
I was getting close now. I could feel my body tingle and tense. I could feel it build up inside me. Her mouth was slowly opening now. A rush of cold air struck me as she stuck her tongue out to look in the mirror. I opened my eyes, but I couldn’t stop. I looked in front of me to see a sight that drove me past the edge. In the mirror I could see the reflection of my goddess’s face, like sitting at the front row of an imax theater, her tongue sticking out. If I looked behind me I could see her giant, soft, beautiful lips formed in a O. All around me was her soft, beautiful tongue, now fully lit up and glistening.
As she moved closer to the mirror, I could just barely make out a tiny spec, almost the same color as her tongue. It was me! Pleasure surged through my entire body at the sights all around me. I hardly noticed her eyes in the mirror as they grew large in shock and amazement. I was too small for her to really make out, but she most have noticed a tiny bump frantically moving around on the tip of her tongue.
“Oh,” her breath washed over my, her lips forming an even tighter O around her tongue to form the first word. “My” a vibration through my entire body as her lips closed right behind me to form the second word. “Godth!” Her lips hugged her tongue again, this time just barely missing me. My body tightened as my cock shook. I watched as hot cum shot into the air, landing in droplets across her tongue and mixing with her saliva. She was staring straight at me now. She had seen me, but did she see what I had done? God I hope not! But at the same time…
Her tongue quickly got pulled back into her mouth. My world rocked and moved as she turned her head. I heard unzipping and rustling. She was looking through her purse. She must be searching for the gem. She was going to touch it to her tongue, or spit me out on it. I saw the now familiar sight of saliva rushing into her mouth and rising up. Quickly the flood overtook me. This time it was too quick, and I couldn’t grab onto the papillae around me, and I was swept up in the rush. I felt my world be pushed forward, not back. She was going to spit, not swallow.
Her lips pursed outward and parted slightly. She was definitely spitting me out onto the gem. I guess she wanted to make sure I would be touching it. My world rushed past her giant lips. God how I longed to touch them as they rushed past, put I didn’t have the time, plus I was lost in a drop of spit. I plummeted through the air, spinning this way and that. I couldn’t see where I was headed. It was a smallish gem, so her aim had to be good or I would crash to the floor of her car, and maybe she wouldn’t be able to find me.
My fall stopped abruptly as I landed, hard, on my back. Her saliva splashed around my. My eyes were covered in it, so my vision was blurry. I couldn’t see what I was doing, but I reached down and felt the hard gem below me. I closed my eyes and thought about growing. Nothing. I thought harder. Still nothing. I pushed her saliva out of the way. Maybe it had gotten between my hand and the gem. I kept pushing until my hand was in direct contact with the gem and concentrated as hard as I could. It wasn’t working!
I reached up and rubbed her saliva from my face and eyes so I could get a better look at was I was doing. I looked down at the ankle-deep pool of spit I stood in. Below it, the floor was clear. Clear? The gem wasn’t clear! I continued to look at the floor. It stretched out for was seemed like forever in either direction. Finally, it came to a stop where it rose straight up, all around me, in a circle. I spun around in place to look at it. My eyes followed the clear wall higher and higher. I craned my neck just to see the very top of the clear wall, where I saw a huge round opening above me, filled by a huge, gray-blue eye looking down at me.
She hadn’t spit me onto the gem! She spit me into one of her jars! I tried to call out, but I was too tiny to be heard. I saw a smile form on her giant lips as she pulled her face away. Her face was quickly replaced by an impossibly large, impossible heavy metal disk. She was putting a lid on the jar! She had said nothing to me as she placed the jar in her purse. The tiny jar tipped at a 45 degree angle and I fell into the crease where the bottom met the side. I watched as the saliva crept toward me, sliding down the floor until it filled the small area I was standing in. Before long, the level had risen just enough that I was now floating in it.
I heard her car start and felt the lurch as she backed up and drove off. We were headed to her house.