Andrew parked across the street, just in case. He hefted his large duffle bag over his shoulder and walked towards his childhood home. He knew his mother was home by her SUV parked outside and he hoped to surprise her with a quick visit back from college. As he crossed the street, he passed several wooden telephone poles along the sidewalk. Some had outdated music events, while others had college tutor courses. He noticed several prominent 'MISSING' posters, with a ruler in the photos next to the little people. It looked like most of them were outdated as well, probably put up by a shrink outreach group. Andrew sighed and continued on. It was always a shame when one of his tiny classmates went missing, but it was nearly impossible to find them after all.
Andrew stopped to take a tentative look through the window into his old living room from a safe distance. The coast was clear. She was probably in the office. He walked by his mom's SUV, school stickers he'd given her adorned most of the bumper. Once at the door, he noticed his mom had purchased one of those tiny homes for charity. Apparently lost tinies could walk into them wherever someone has set one up and then you'll get a notification for help. The idea was pretty cool, and the Kickstarter went crazy last year. But Andrew couldn't remember any success stories from them. It was nice that his mom was trying to help, she was always caring. He was excited to surprise her, it was going to really make her day.
He gently pried up the potted fern behind the tiny house and found the spare key. With a quiet 'click' he gently pushed open the door. He wasn't sure how the surprise was going to happen yet but he figured anything would do just to see the look on her face. Once inside, he heard the faint din of water coming from the bedroom. She was in the shower! Perfect. Andrew went quickly to the guest bedroom and dropped his duffle bag, gently closing the door. He stood for a moment to appreciate being home. Just about everything was as he left it, minus his old room being converted to an office. He decided to check it out since his mom tended to take long showers.
The office door was open, and all the furniture he remembered had been converted to mid-century modern. It was a change of pace from being surrounded by IKEA and dumpster-scavenged furniture. To his surprise, there was still a bed. He assumed his mom would have made some space for yoga next to the desk or something, but she'd made basically a whole third bedroom. What was more strange was her usual photo-editing office equipment had grown substantially. He could scarcely count the different cameras, tripods, and circle lights. He even saw a green screen near the wall.
"Damn, mom. Get it." He congratulated her under his breath, nodding to himself.
She'd always been talented with editing but this was a full studio. She must have really hit it off. He wondered if she was still getting her tiny-district real estate license or if she'd gone full-time with photography. He walked to the desk to find an expensive laptop connected to various wires leading to all manner of peripheral devices. He bent over and found an open video editing application, with many overlays and extras added to the active scene. Last semester, he had been in an Intro to Digital Media class and could recognize the basics but this was beyond him.
Curiosity took hold and he fiddled with the mouse to locate the play button. He selected the >from beginning option and watched a short well-produced intro graphic fade in. He maximized the window and took a seat. He smiled, proud of his mom for pursuing an artistic outlet. The words 'Diabolical Dana' flashed by in girly pink font, with a lipstick mark for both the dotted i's. Andrew chuckled. His mom was the furthest from diabolical. She cried during every movie and refused to watch those 'Save the Tinies' commercials with the sad music. Her version of diabolical is tricking Andrew into eating spicy food as a joke.
The words faded, and his mom faded in. She was sitting on the bed, in this very room, probably rather recently. Andrew looked around to find the camera that was used, one of many on the desk all pointed at the bed. She was wearing a simple robe, one she usually used for evening lounging. Andrew's face turned red as he pieced it together. The robe, the bed, the cameras. The cutesy intro graphic. His jaw dropped but his curiosity overrode the shock.
"Hey little ones," The video began, his mom using an extra sultry voice, "it's been a while. I was sooo happy we hit two hundred with that last live and you know what that means?" She picked up the camera from the tripod, the view shaking and rotating as she lifted it to her face, "That's right. I have an extra special treat for you."
Andrew was ready to look away at any moment, not wanting to see too much but at least needing to know what sort of videos his mom was filming in her spare time. He could still hear the shower running across the hall and hoped to understand quickly. The up-close face of his mom held a mock surprise for the camera during a drumroll audio she added. After a moment, her hand appeared from just below frame. Slowly her dainty fingers rose, and pinched between her thumb and forefinger was a naked tiny woman.
"Or, should I say, a treat for me?" She smiled, letting out a little giggle to the camera as the woman kicked and screamed. Her audio was barely perceptible, drowned out by the strange laugh coming from his mom.
"The fuck?" Andrew sat dumbfounded. Was this some kind of avant-garde thing? We watched as his mom's giggle opened up, her mouth hanging wide as the sound rolled out. Her tongue emerged, and in the HD detail, he could see tears landing on her chin. She stretched her tongue out, pink and glistening. Her giggle turned to moans as she pressed the woman into her tongue, her eyes locked to the recording screen to watch the action. The kicking and squirming escalated, and Andrew swiveled the chair to look away.
The bed was right there, and he noticed a slight divet where she must have been sitting. This happened... just now. He couldn't bear to watch as he stared out to the hallway, listening to the shower. Was this some kind of horror production? The tiny was really leaving it all on the screen but... it seemed too real. Then there was the erotic context. He knew things like this happened but his own mom?? This had to be some kind of special film project or a weird request from a weirder tiny. He guessed the woman maybe paid top dollar for that kind of thing. It wasn't unheard of, and he's had his share of tiny classmates hitting on him. His mind was racing as the video continued to play behind him.
"Awwwwww," his mother cooed, and sucked her lips making a slurping sound. The screams of the tiny woman rose and fell in the cacophony of mouth noises. Andrew's face was red, having already seen too much and now listening to his mother make seductive moans while she fellated this... client? He tried to rationalize that in this economy it wasn't the worst you could do. His mom was the kind of person who would want to help people realize that fantasy, and what's one french kiss for two hundred dollars? Plus it kinda makes sense, to have gigantic soft lips wrap around your body. To slide along someone's tongue. Andrew grew more red, finding that the moans and wet noises were stirring something within him.
"Well I think that's all this one can handle, everyone say goodbye~" His mother's sing-song voice came back to close the video.
Andrew turned back to face the screen, ready to set things back the way he'd found them to avoid detection. This would just be a weird little secret he'd never talk about. He expected his mother to sign off, her fancy graphic fading in as she waved. Instead, the frame was entirely filled by her waiting mouth. Her tongue quivered and her throat undulated behind a clearly exhausted little woman. She was no longer screaming, a hollow distant look in her eyes. Then his mom dropped her inside, the camera lowering even closer as her teeth must have touched the lens. Andrew's eyes were locked on the tiny woman's, she looked deep into the lens for any sort of help. Instead, she slid backward. Andrew couldn't turn away.
The camera took a moment to adjust, as his mother manipulated the focus until the tiny woman was perfectly in view at the back of her tongue. The light changed, and the woman slid further back. Her little feet pressed against the pink glistening pit of Andrew's mother. With one quick motion, the tongue rose, briefly obscuring her tiny form. A soft wet 'gluck' emanated, accompanied by a horrific distant scream. When her tongue fell, the woman was halfway swallowed. She grasped wildly at the bumps on the massive tongue, her screams echoing into the wet maw. Andrew held his breath, gasping.
A small contented moan vibrated the camera, visibly shaking the woman stuck halfway. She was incoherent, a primal animalistic terror. Then the tongue moved again, and this time there was no scream. Just a wet squelch and then she was gone. An empty quivering throat, with no sign of what terrible thing had just happened. Andrew panicked, grasping desperately for the mouse. He clicked off the video as his mother withdrew the camera and blew a kiss. He needed to know this was some kind of CGI. Some other explanation than knowing his mother just devoured someone. Whole. Alive.