Once
Kayla’s mom could feel you tucked in place between the crevices of her molars,
she felt satisfied you were safe and secure, and decided to keep you there for
the moment without having to focus on you.
Now very
small and soft, you couldn’t help but feel worried that if Kayla’s mom lost
track of your, her teeth would decide to crunch you flat by sheer accident.
Luckily she just wanted to hold you gently in place. For what seemed like a
long time you sat in her mouth mostly unnoticed by her, which was a relief.
Her breath
warmed and stimulated you without break. It was fiercely strong and even had
enough power to tug at you, while the rest of you stood immobile in the stubborn
clamp of the woman’s upper and lower molars.
At some
point Kayla’s dad called out to her – Vanessa. That was the first time you
heard her name. It was hard to conceive this mountainous giantess was just a
regular woman called Vanessa.
Before
long, Vanessa became distracted by you once again. Every minute or so the tip
of her tongue searched and fondled you, as if to draw over your body. Wet and
squishy by now, your body parts were easily squashed and reformed by the force
of her tongue’s curious probing. It took
its time travelling around your chest and stomach and groin, once again
attempting to measure size and firmness, noticing with interest you were now
slightly smaller. She noted your erection without reaction.
Everywhere
she poked squished inwards. You had no defence, and it was getting insufferable
for you, especially when she poked your groin, but since you were held neatly
between her molars, you just had to wait.
Not a moment
later she parted her jaw a little, shovelling you up with her tongue to put you
carefully in place between her lips. The moment you were securely between top
and bottom lip, a familiar feeling of suction pulled at your head and tugged
along your body. You admitted there was nothing you could do as surges of
mighty scrunching overcame you, in fast cycles.
You lay
face down on her soft pillowy bottom lip, with her top lip resting along your
spine. Each sucking motion made her lips tighten intensely, screwing you up a
little. It caused your body to squeeze along your length, making your body
flatten and reform in gentle cycles. With each wave of pressure, you felt your
back and front touch together and then relax again. Then she flipped you into a
standing position, so that with every suck you felt your head and feet touch
together each time.
Watching
her TV show, Vanessa became distracted, sucking you for much longer than she
meant to. You felt yourself gradually compressing little by little, your sides
all drawing in, and your height reducing, until you had lost over half your
size. You had been the size of a pea before, and miserably you now realized now
you had been shrunk to the size of a sesame seed, just by the brutal pressure
of relentless sucking.
With
surprise Vanessa suddenly became aware of you again, as a tiny bud nestled within
her pursed lips. You were bowled over by her lips incredible size; they
surrounded you entirely in a soft, pressurized walls, radiating with warmth and
slick with a faint polish of saliva that kept you stuck in place.
Vanessa delicately
captured you between her front teeth, and in a calm, businesslike way, quickly
measured your size, a little astonished how miniscule you were. She guessed
that just another minute of being sucked and you would have been squeezed down
to nothing.
She then
decided she wanted you back, safe and sound deeper in her mouth where you
couldn’t possibly fall out by accident. You were so tiny you had virtually no
weight and the surface tension of her saliva was like glue and neatly stuck you
the tip of her tongue. From there you were taken back to the inside of her
rightside cheek.
You were
bumped against her upper molars as she tried to carefully fit you into a groove
between teeth. Then she rubbed you against the tooth until you dislodged from
the tip of her tongue and stuck in place to the unyielding enamel. This wasn’t
very comfortable but you were glad you weren’t being sucked and reducing any
more in size.
Minutes
later you had to admit Vanessa had probably forgotten you again. This was
confirmed once her TV show ended, when she yawned and stretched. A sweltering
gust of incoming air – cruising in on her huge yawn – washed over you. Then she
unthinkingly brought her jaw together.
In the
blink of an eye, your body was seized by unimaginable pressure. Her teeth had
you pinched on your head and feet, and pushed inwards. This caused you to both
flatten and lengthen into a long thin shape. You felt like you were just about
to squeeze flat, when your body shifted sideways, getting forced into the
crevice between molars, while just your head came out.
By now Vanessa
had not only forgot how small you were, but thought she had already swallowed
you earlier, by accident. Now, feeling you in her molars, she just assumed that
a fruit seed that had gotten caught in her teeth.
Distracted
by the feeling, she went into the master bathroom. Mid-leak, she pushed your
head about with her tongue, trying to scoop you out, but struggled to even
loosen you. You were wedged in like a stone in a shoe tread.
While
washing her hands, Vanessa leaned over and opened her mouth in the mirror, and
began looking around inside for you. Towards the back of her mouth, there was a
miniscule flesh-colored bulb protruding from between two of her bottom molars,
which was your head and shoulders. The rest of you was tucked securely between
the twin bulks of enamel that were the woman’s teeth.
With her
mouth open, you could see the woman’s reflection peering in at you. Looking
down, you noticed her large breasts hung from a silky pyjama top, sending a
desire coursing through your manhood.
Since you
were still too small for her to see, she leaned even closer. She could feel you
acutely in there, and was getting annoyed by you. To you, this made her
reflection enlarge and her mouth broaden, bringing your reflection slightly
into focus.
You gazed
back up at her face, as she searched the inside of her mouth for you. She took
a pen-sized flashlight from the cupboard above the sink, and sent the narrow
beam straight into her mouth. She sent the spotlight around her mouth methodically.
Finding you, she trained the light directly on your face. You winced and shut
your eyes.
Having
finally spied you, she leaned closer to the mirror while clicking up the
brightness, trying to make you as clear as possible. She squinted at you,
gauging your meager size, and decided you must be a strand of fruity pulp and
it shouldn’t be too hard to yank you out.
Putting the
flashlight away, the woman broke off some dental floss and held both ends out.
She wrapped them around her pointers fingers for stability, before angling the
floss into her mouth. The white strand crossed her tongue and you watched
restlessly as it grew closer, carefully aiming for the crevice you were trapped
in. The whole time her gaze didn’t break from you.
Then, in
one quick, delicate motion, she looped the floss around your exposed neck,
crossing one end over the other to create a basic ligature. The ends of floss
were held up on either side of her mouth, securely twined around her pointer
fingers so that it wouldn’t slip out. You again noticed her fingernails, shining
with a seductive, eye-catching polish, and admittedly sexy.
While you
were distracted, she slowly began moving the ends of floss even further apart,
until the tension began to increase on your neck, where the strands crossed
over. With dread you watched her draw the floss even further apart, making it
taut. She kept slowly separating the floss to find the optimal tightness, and
before you knew it, it created a knot feeling in your neck, which she kept
secure by keeping the ends of the floss wide apart.
You gazed
in wonder at her bright feminine, nice-looking nails as she began to twang the
floss a couple of times, hoping the stress would dislodge you.
You were
pulled the width of a pencil lead, but the rapid tension of each twang tweaked
you to an unthinkably tiny width, about the width of a hair. Your squishy body
could luckily cope with the stress, but the knotted feeling in your neck was
coming more obvious and harder to bear.
Vanessa began
to notice each tweak was making you stretch a tiny bit, but not enough to stretch
you completely out. Realizing this wasn’t working, she began working away at
you little body, tugging and twisting it.
She kept up
tweaking the floss, experimenting with snapping it a little, and then rotating
it as much as possible. Since you were caught in the floss, you were forced to get
plucked and turned as well. Her grip was so powerful and commanding, it
thoughtlessly manipulated and bent you like you were nothing.
Completely
at the mercy of her manipulations, you could only wait it out as she keenly strummed
you with rapid strokes to wiggle you back and forth. You began to loath the
power her mere fingertips exercised over you. Powerless, you were subject to a
series of powerful pinches that effortlessly controlled your entire tiny being.
The whole
time she locked her eyes onto you, calmly wondering how much tension you would
take before you tugged free.
When this
didn’t work, she also tried working the ends of floss to twist you about a
little, clockwise and counter-clockwise. She turned you as far left as it would
go, sending a powerful stretch right up your spine. Then she brought you to the
opposite side, playing with your limits.
She tried
bending your head forward as far as possible, curling it up a little, before
stretching it back as far as it would go. With determination, she basically
tried to move your head around every possible way she could think of, to see
what would work. It was as if she wanted to drive you insane, and you miserably
hoped it would end.
Finally,
you stretched enough to slip out, and felt glad to be out of her mouth.
Triumphant,
Vanessa held you up for a closer look, and that’s when she noticed you weren’t
a seed or fruit pulp. All the twisting and tugging had stretched and narrowed
you into the shape of a squishy loose thread. However, you were still dyed a
shiny deep red, from having absorbed punch. For a moment, Vanessa peered
closely at you, but couldn’t figure out what you were.
While she
studied you, she had the ends of the floss apart on either side so it was
perfectly straight between, and since your neck was still looped in the middle,
you were also pulled taut. You silently hoped she would unwind and loosen the
floss, to ease the knot of tension focused on your neck. But instead she began
to part the floss little more, without even realizing, which pulled you so taut
you were almost a straight line.
She then decided
she couldn’t see you properly with the floss in the way.
As you stared
back at her broad visage plaintively, you were struck what a beautiful older
woman she was. Vanessa kept her looks up into maturity. She had defined
features and knew how to care for them. You were bathed in her focus and
practically hypnotized by her gorgeous presence. You were practically a sliver
of nothing compared to her, and in her complete control.
She brought
you a little closer until her warm breathe fanned over you in cycles, causing
your tiny body to stretch and crinkle. She lifted one fingertip, aimed it at
your head, and then it drifted, on a direct path to your head. You watched it
with dread before it lightly settled on top of your head. You were still caught
up in the floss, and felt yourself stretch gently as Kayla’s mom tried tugging
you free.
She then tried giving the floss a sharp twang
to rapidly wiggle you free, and hopefully dislodge you forcefully. She did this
a couple of times, more than you could stand. Then, to your surprise, she put
the floss down on the bathroom sink, laying you face up, while she left the
room for several moments to search for some item to help free you.
Once she
was gone, you sat up and looked around. You couldn’t go anywhere because the
distance from sink to floor was too high. At least now that the floss wasn’t
applying extra tension, your body was able to start reforming. Your neck
gradually began to expand again, widening the floss, straining just enough
until you could pull it off, and sigh in relief.
Vanessa returned
to the bathroom with a tiny thread picker in hand, only to stop and see you. At
first she was puzzled the floss came off on its own, but quickly forgot about
it.
Putting the
thread picker away, she didn’t hesitate to pluck you up off the counter between
forefinger and thumb, quickly rolling you to view every angle. Before you knew
it you had become perfectly round again.
Then you
were held right up and she stared at you in surprise, wondering how you got
round. You looked cherry about the size of a sesame seed, and she realized you
were the cherry from her punch, but now vanishingly small, matching the size of
her pupil.
You were
brought even nearer, and her eyebrow arched at you with curious interest. With
shock you realized she could see your face or maybe could make out your hair
and ears, which were red as punch but still human shaped. You shouted up at the
mega-sized woman, praying she‘d hear, waiting with bated breath for a response.
You watched her eyelashes calmly sweep up and down with each blink, and
wondered if she could see your face. The width of one of her eyelashes was
greater than the width of your entire eye.
Vanessa perused
your petite face closely, accidentally sending a strong lashing of her fierce
breath in and out of your face. Just trying to hold up in the face of her scrutiny
was exhausting, and you were utterly terrified she’d give up on you and decide
to eat you again.
She started
reaching for you with her thumb, directing the pad to meet you head on. Stuck
in her grip, you winced as it touched down on your face and began to carefully
rub back and forth, as if trying to wipe something off your face. Her thumbprint
grinded back and forth against your face like sandpaper, and it gave you a
massive headache.
She lifted
her thumb to see the strange-looking miniscule features of your head were still
there, and became puzzled. It didn’t click you were actually a person. She finally
decided you were just a cherry with markings that looked like a tiny face, and became
more interested in figuring out what to do with you.
She’d been
enjoying you over the night, it seemed only right to cap it off with a quick
friendly gulp. Without a second thought, she popped you into her mouth. As soon
as you landed on her big meaty tongue, she targeted you with a sticky wave
crest of saliva. It folded over you, gluing you inside like a tiny bubble trapped
in gelatine. As the wave was swished to and fro between her cheeks, you were
hopelessly embedded inside, like a tiny particle of food, and forced to go
rolling wherever the wave went.
Since you
were now so despicably tiny, the atmosphere of her mouth, perfumed thickly with
her dinner breath, had you utterly swamped. Although your vision was clouded
over, you could feel yourself being powerfully washed along the length of her
humungous tongue,
As you
shifted around inside the rolling wave, fighting to free yourself, your head
got caught inside a big spit bubble, which was too thick. At least this cleared
your vision. The mountainous mom’s sticky afterwash completely coated every
inch your member and whatever spices were in her last meal made your cockhead
shiver and tingle, until you were fighting a boner so big it almost made you
pass out.
Without
delay, the wave surged on to the back of her mouth. You found yourself passing
rapidly between her massive red tonsils, and without any ability to stop, were
cleanly swirled down her throat.
One second in
freefall, next second, splashing into a big pool of dinner and the punch, all
mixed together in a big messy soup. At least this melted the saliva off.
A mushy
pile of food broke your fall, and you sunk right in until you were totally
encased. The half-digested was even stickier than saliva, gluing you stiffly
into position, where you remained for a long time.
Digestive
juices gradually pooled and bubbled, echoing in the relaxed watery interior of Vanessa’s
stomach. Deep organic grumbles filled the air, trembling your tiny body with
echoing sound waves. Her stomach lining flexed, unhurriedly turning food over
and mushing it up. You remembered it could take up to 44 hours for a meal to
digest, which meant possibly spending several hours in each part of Kayla’s
mom’s belly, or almost two days inside her.
The size of
an ant, you were walled up inside the hunk of food, every so often feeling it
shift lower as it was melted down by stomach acid. You felt concerned that
Kayla’s mom had failed to notice you were human, and thought you were just a
morsel of food, and doomed you to a 44 hour trip that would keep you moving
straight for her dark crack.