You hadn't met the manager, you were actually surprised that you got the job without meeting her, but you had been warned not to cross her. You decided it was best to not get on the bad side of a bunch of giants. "All right, I'll help you put on the lipstick," you tell Kate trying to hide your chagrin.
"Great!" Kate grins showing off her dirty, yellow teeth. She repositions herself so that her face is at the edge of the table so you could apply the cosmetic. "Hop to it Steve, I'm ready."
You look back at the huge tube of lipstick. You wrap your arms around the end and begin dragging it towards Kate. It was doable, but not easy. You never considered lipstick to weigh much of anything but for your shrunken muscles, it was taking considerable effort and you weren't even lifting it off of the ground. You had a bit of ground to cover too and Kate was happy to let you do all of the work, even if it would have been a thousand times easier for her. The total distance was only about a foot, but at your size and with your load it was another story. You were almost to Kate when you had to stop and regain your breath.
"Getting sweaty?" Kate asked with questionable concern in her voice. "Here let me cool you off." With that, she pressed her lips together and blew on you like a cup of coffee. The force of her breath knocked you flat onto your ass. The air quickly became hotter, humid, and much smellier as her thick breath enveloped you. You don't know if she was toying with you or was actually trying to cool you off with a breeze but it did just the opposite. "OK back to work, you're on the clock."
You grumbled to yourself and cursed your luck as you got back up. You resumed dragging the lipstick as demanded and finally made it to Kate's lips a full minute later.
"Finally," Kate exclaims, "I've been ready for yo... hold on." She paused and contorted her face a bit. Her lips scrunched up and her cheeks puffed out a bit. Then a deep rumbling erupted from her mouth, blasting you with a belch. The low sound shook you and the acrid stench almost made you pass out. You fell to your knees and began retching. "Scuse me, just a bit of gas." She was diffidently toying with you, asserting her power over you and demonstrating that she doesn't care how you think she smells.
You slowly collected herself and pulled yourself onto the tube. The faster you did this, the faster you could get away from her mouth. You somehow managed to lift the massive lipstick up and balance it on your shoulder. Maybe you were just motivated better now. Kate puckered her lips and made a kissy sound. You shuttered and pressed the tube onto her chapped lips. Honestly, it wasn't as hard as you had feared. You slid the makeup across Kate's flesh, repositioning as you needed. In just a few minutes, you were done. "How's that?" You shout up at your tormentor.
She lifts herself up and looks in the mirror on the wall. Thrilled to finally have some distance from her nasty mouth, you flopped onto your back and took some deep, clean breaths. Kate pressed her lips together and made some faces to herself as she evaluated your work. Finally she announced, "I gotta hand it to you, this looks great. The color choice and application, I think you deserve a reward."
You hope that means she was going to get you some help. Unfortunately she had something else in mind. You sky was darkened again by her huge face and it was getting bigger. She closed her eyes and puckered up as her lips were on a collision course with you. You put your hands up in a feeble attempt to shield yourself as Kate's lips press into your body. She was rewarding your hard effort with a kiss. You shivered in revulsion as she mashed her dry lips into the table and consequently you. Then things got worse. Her wet tongue darted out and poked at your nether region. Her meaty tongue slopped over your body, coating you in stinky saliva. You had no choice but to endure her "reward" until she was satisfied. It didn't take too long but really, the fact that it happened at all meant it went on too long for you. A trail of spit draped from her tongue to your chest as she pulled away. When it snapped, it flew right into your face. Kate looked in the mirror again as you lay in her filth.
"Not only does this lipstick stay on well, but you taste incredible," Kate muses. That was one of the worst things she could have possibly said. She thought you tasted good and you knew all to well what Kate did with anything she thought was tasty. You looked at her colossal belly and nearly shat yourself in fear as you imagined being eaten by this behemoth. Kate continues talking, "In fact, this is going so well..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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