“Well, I was thinking you could massage my feet.”
A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine. The idea of touching Jess’s gigantic feet is both thrilling and terrifying. I swallow hard, looking up at her from my spot on her chest. “Okay,” I say nervously. She giggles, sliding me down her body until I am standing on the soft fabric of the couch cushion next to her foot. Her skin looks so smooth and warm in the low light of the room, and I can’t help but stare.
I start by gently rubbing around her big toe with my tiny hands, trying to cover as much area as possible. My whole body thrills with adrenaline, my heart pounding with excitement. I have fantasized about being shrunk, and there is something very sexy about Jess’s feet. She moans deeply, the rumble vibrating through the couch and into my small frame. The sound makes my heart pound faster in my chest. “That feels so good,” she purrs, making me blush even more.
I continue for what feels like an eternity, working and massaging each of her toes. Despite the strange situation, there’s something incredibly intimate about this moment. We don’t talk much during this time; instead, we focus on each other in a way we never had before. When I finish massaging her feet, Jess gently scoops me into her hand again with a look of satisfaction and appreciation in her eyes.
“I think giantess suits me well,” she says with a slight grin and an air of confidence I’ve never seen in her before. She lifts me to her face, our eyes meeting with an intense connection. Then, incredibly, she tilts her head and softly kisses my tiny body. I feel the warmth of her lips spread through me; something like electricity sparks inside me. “I think being tiny suits you, too,” she whispers.
“Now, get ready for your next challenge.” Before I can ask what it is, Jess leans forward slightly and opens her mouth wide - revealing rows of perfectly straight teeth. With a playful glint in her eyes, she says, “Next, I dare you to explore my mouth.”
A shiver of anticipation courses through me. This was something I never thought I’d experience. Tentatively, I make my way onto her lower lip. It feels soft and warm beneath my feet. Walking across it feels like wading through a cushioned marshmallow. I hear Jess chuckle, and the vibrations shake me slightly. “Don’t be scared,” she teases, her voice echoing around me. Even as she speaks, I can’t help but marvel at the sheer enormity of her teeth and tongue- both appearing as large as playground equipment from my minuscule perspective.
The sight is overwhelming yet strangely enticing. The scent of Jess’s fruity lip gloss fills my nostrils as I look around in awe at the cavernous expanse before me. Then Jess sticks out her tongue. It’s a beautiful soft pink that glistens with moisture in the light. “I want you to jump on,” she murmurs. My heart thuds in trepidation. But the adventurous part of me sees this as an ultimate challenge. I take a deep breath, then run and leap onto the waiting platform of her warm, slick tongue.
Jess giggles again as she closes her mouth softly around me. From inside the closed mouth, everything seems eerie and magnified: the rhythm of her heartbeat, a gentle thrum in my ears; the tangy sweetness of saliva; and the squishy surface under me as I balance precariously on her tongue. I can feel Jess’s slow, rhythmic breathing as she closes her mouth softly around me. Being here feels like being on an alien planet, where everything is strangely familiar yet utterly foreign at the same time. Jess’s tongue moves slowly and deliberately, carrying me along with it. I try to keep my balance as she flicks her tongue against her teeth or rubs it against the roof of her mouth.
Jess then carefully moves me to her cheek, positioning me so I can feel the entire expanse of her mouth. The inside of her cheek feels smooth and slick underneath me, a stark contrast to the undulating softness of her tongue. I’m completely enclosed by Jess, surrounded by her warmth and the rhythmic sound of her breath. I am in awe of just how much larger this space is than my tiny form. With each passing second, I grow more comfortable in my surroundings. Jess’s laughter, the murmur of her voice, and even the gentle swaying movement as she talks become familiar sensations. It’s strangely comforting and incredibly intimate to be so close to her and enveloped by her in such a unique way.
Eventually, Jess spits me out into the palm of her hand. She carefully daps me dry with a tissue, grinning at me. Then she says...
1. “Have you ever fantasized about being swallowed whole?”
2. “I am going to take a bath. Do you want to come with me?
3. “I’ve got an inch on my butt, will you get it for me?
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