Chapter Eight

Going In

             David woke up early the next morning and found himself laying inside the warm tent that was created with Melanie’s shirt between her breasts. He was momentarily stunned, but recollection eventually seeped its way into his conscious. The memories of the previous night flooded back into his mind and he grinned to himself. He didn’t remember sleeping or dreaming, but did remember getting ready for sleep and now, of course, waking up in a minor daze. He was beginning to get used to that feeling of morning grogginess which he had never really had to deal with before everything had started.

            Melanie was still sleeping gently, possibly dreaming; he couldn’t tell of course. He got to his feet and admired the texture and complexion of her skin. He reached out and lightly touched the wall of her breast and marveled at the feeling. He couldn’t quite describe it, but if he had to he would say it was the dry kind of silkiness you would think to be both mildly rough and incredibly smooth. Like he had realized before, his life was beginning to get described in rather epic ways, and many of them would often times contradict one another.

            He breathed deeply the warm air and it smelled sweetly of her; it was insanely attractive. He gave her left breast a pat and a light hug, kissing it gently. When he had spent a few moments in that one sided embrace he tore himself off from it rather difficultly and looked out of the missing wall; Melanie was still sleeping soundlessly. She was breathing slowly but deeply causing the world to move gently up and down rhythmically with such incredible grace.

He stepped out into the slowly brightening light of her basement bedroom. The natural light of the morning was breaking through her storm window and invading like a slow gelatinous mass. He stood straight and stretched, giving off a strong yawn.

            After recovering from his yawn he looked over at the digital clock that was on her desk. It was good enough in the morning time, perhaps he should wake her. He prodded the soft part of her throat a few times, this accomplished nothing. The next thing he tried was pressing into the underside of her jaw, the soft flesh was very yielding but still produced nothing; although he was jarred and a little surprised when she swallowed. It was an involuntary motion, but he was still surprised pleasantly.

            “Melanie.” He called to her, prodding her everywhere he could think of. Trying to wake a sleeping giant was much easier said than done; it was quite a feat. Yet after about five minutes of trying rather fruitlessly the combined efforts of all of his attempts must have amassed enough to push her over the edge into minor consciousness. He could tell she was rousing because she began to move. He took a seat.

            David watched as she moved her head left and then right; he could feel her shoulders move as her back sprang to life and her body began to shudder. She yawned and rubbed at her eyes; her hands appearing out of nowhere.

            “Ohuh” Melanie said, not quite intelligibly. Her groggy features played like they didn’t want to get up; her body was certainly protesting ferociously. All of her muscles seemed weak with fatigue and her eyes still burned greatly. She blinked madly. “Time to get up already?” She said through a yawn about half way.

            “I would suppose so. You could keep sleeping I guess;” David paused and thought for a moment. “But I would get really bored… Eventually.” He added in a hurry.

            She moved her hands and looked down at David sitting pleasantly on her chest through watery eyes. They were slightly red and of course a little liquidy. David waved.

            “Oh of course, sure. Wake me up so you don’t get bored. I see how you feel about me.” She rolled her eyes and her head slammed back into her pillow the all the force of gravity, David laughed.

            “Well not in as many words. I think much higher of you than that!”

            “Sure you do.”

            “Why, that’s why I woke you up.”

            “Just keep telling yourself that.” She stretched her neck and some rather violent cracking sounds came from it, David shuddered. “You just try to convince my body of that.” She grimaced for a moment before relaxing. She looked back down at David a completely different person, she smiled.

            “Better?” Asked David.

            “A little…” She was then suddenly made aware of her midsection. Left out in the cold all night it was a little chilly, but above that it was empty; she was really hungry. She moved her hands down to her belly to sooth her stomach’s rioting. “Wow, those guys last night must have really not been enough, man I’m starving!” Her eyes lit up and she spoke loudly to David who took it as a positive sign that she was indeed awake and much better.

            Melanie began to sit up and grabbed David carefully. She set him on her knee and proceeded to stretch her arms high into the air, and gave a great final yawn shaking off any sign of dissent within her body. David then speculated silently to himself; he was mere inches from the most powerful implement of destruction he had ever known, and it was awesome.

            “I’m all out of people though.” She said, settling back down. “Except you of course.” She poked him with her finger, sending him sprawling. “And where I could eat you, I wouldn’t really get anything out of it.” She mused.

            “Yes, you keep telling yourself that, and I will stay alive to enjoy your company.” David replied, getting to his feet and trying to regain some stolen dignity.

            “So that means I should go out and get some more. I just love this, you really did turn me onto something amazing David.” He had stepped into her palm and she was looking at him at a conversational distance.

            “Erm, great.” He paused, grasping for words. “But, even though you’re super powerful in all, you probably should slow down maybe just a tad?” Melanie gave him an inquisitive look as he searched for better words, “I mean, I love it all the same, but, you know, those policemen yesterday were a bit close.” He then hastily added, “You might get discovered, and that would be horrible.” He sounded not only very over protective, but incredibly loyal. Melanie did agree with him.

            After a moments reflection on the events of the previous day Melanie said, with the air of absolute confidence in herself; “Yea, but what could they do about it? I would just pull off my sweetest looking face,” She demonstrated towards David “And say I that didn’t do it.” She batted her eye lashes at David and pouted, her face taking on a completely different appearance than he was used to seeing. She grinned and went on. “And if that doesn’t work, there is always here,” She bent her head down a bit and opened her mouth wide in front of David; making sure he got a nice view.

            Even though he had spent the previous night exploring it in great detail, he was never uninterested when it presented itself right in front of him. It was like sampling something amazing, and settling for the second best thing or something like that. Either way it was all good to him, he enjoyed every moment with her.

            “Of course, I guess that would make sense.” David looked around a bit as though the next sentence would come from the air. He found it, squinted at it and then went on. “But you know, I think it would be cool if we could have some fun together some time.” She eyed him and he faulted slightly, the hint of a blush appearing on his features. “I mean sure, watching you eat someone is fun in and of itself. Hell, just being in your presence is even better,” His voice trailed off and he looked down sheepishly, inadvertently her chest became his next object of optical interest. He went on, “But spending some time with you would be nice too…” He twisted nervously.

            It took her a moment to catch what he was saying, and Melanie took it rather pleasantly. She blew a warm breath at him in a consoling attempt to show him how she felt before she answered. “Well sure then little guy!” She brought him closer to her eyes, they were positively beaming with admiration. “I don’t want to make you feel like a bit of luggage or what not! I want to keep you happy too.” She nuzzled him with her nose, eyes closed. David hadn’t been prepared for it and the sudden sweeping of her nose lightly across his body made him fall over again. He really had to stop falling over at her lightest touch. “So what would you like to do today then?” She added finally.

            David, sitting on her palm, looked up at her and didn’t hesitate to answer, “Well first you should get dressed, I guess get some breakfast, then we can do whatever you really want to do.” He reflected on how his little list had sounded to her. To him it didn’t sound like the right thing to say, so he added a bit more. “Because really no matter what you do, I bet I will enjoy it. So far you haven’t done anything to or around me that I haven’t absolutely loved every minute of.” David smiled, and Melanie returned the look. She moved him to down her lips and pursed them; kissing his whole person. He blushed mildly again as Melanie pulled him back and smiled.

“You wait right here then while I slip into something more cozy.”

            She winked at him and then put him on top of her desk as she grabbed some clothing. David wondered what she had in mind.

            When Melanie returned a moment later she was dressed in a pair of light blue jeans that had many rips and holes in them, obviously designer made. They had the effect of showing off large portions of her legs. Most of her left shin and thigh and some of her right hip, as well as her entire right knee, were all visible through the neatly ratty denim. The tears were all bright white and looked very nicely made.

            Her shirt actually covered most of her abdomen, to his temporary dismay. However it did cut low across her chest and revealed a great deal of skin there as well. A bit further down there was only about an inch of tanned flesh peeking out between her shirt and pants. It was green and blue stripe, and everything was again, just like Melanie’s usual outfit, skin tight against her perfect body.

            “You like?” She said, as she ran her hands down her sides in front of David. She bent her knee and twisted her body about showing him all of the little details her new outfit had to offer him. She turned around twice, never taking her eyes off David; she ran her fingers across her chest again giving him quite a show.

            David coughed. “You look beautiful,” He replied, Melanie gave a delightful squeal and grabbed him rather unceremoniously and pressed him into her cheek in a hug. When she pulled him away from her he noticed a new strong smell permeating the air around her; it was different but he really liked it. She placed him right next to her neck on her shoulder; he instinctively grabbed hold of her as she righted herself.

            David could hear a new set of sounds as when Melanie talked, he could hear the sound coming straight from her throat. He watched in awe as her throat bobbed up and down with her laughter, talking, periodical swallow, and just general moving about. Every time that bit of her moved it would make a fleshy sound and it didn’t even matter why it was moving.

            Melanie took him upstairs and she proceeded to take out another apple; she really liked apples for many reasons. After clawing a good piece for David, she began to devour hers. He watched as her mouth would open wide in front of the apple and her teeth bared themselves. She would then rip into the flesh of the apple tearing out a massive portion of it that would disappear within. He would listen to her as she would chew, her teeth ripping and grinding away at the apple itself, until it was nothing left. He reminded himself of what he had thought about last night, and he wished he could be inside with that apple, watching. The thought was exciting in its own right, and he could imagine how it looked after seeing so much of her first hand. His thoughts were interrupted when the mass of apple was swallowed. It was a feat of nature if ever he had seen one.

            Melanie had taken them back downstairs and had laid out on her bed again, generally relaxing. Her sore muscles could do very well with a break, and she was happy to take one. She munched on the apple while they talked about nothing in general.

            David could catch a glimpse inside her mouth from time to time as she spoke or laughed. What he saw inside of it was awe inspiring. He could see remnants of her last bite clinging all over her mouth in small bits and some chunks along all the edges of her mouth; saliva shown everywhere. With the combination of apple juices, too, Melanie’s mouth was salivating at an overly powerful rate which left massive columns that stretched from place to place within her maw.

            In the relative silence of the moment, ignoring her massively loud chewing sounds, David asked her a question, “Melanie?”

            “Yea?”             She said prior to taking another bite.

            “Remember when you said you took extra care to protect me with magic?” She nodded. “Well what all do you really mean? I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and I guess I’m just a bit curious.”

            Melanie chewed the idea over in her mind as she did her apple. “Well,” She swallowed and took a deep breath, expelling a lot of breath onto David in front of her. “When I cast a shrinking spell on someone,” She paused helpfully as if reading from a white board in a physics class. “Of course they are touched by magic. They have more tolerance and resistance and things like that,” She wet her lips before continuing, still gazing at the invisible board. “But when I cast your spell, I wanted it to be something extraordinary.” She cast her gaze back to David. “Something that would make it so I couldn’t hurt you easily.” She gave a slight grin.

            David nodded knowingly. “Uh-huh, I remember that.”

            Melanie went on; “When I cast my spell on you I made extra certain to make that spell much more potent.” As she explained her knowledge of her magic became apparent, it was much more than just simple words and waves. “I spent a lot of energy and concentration to make you as tough as possible. So to my knowledge I can’t kill, hurt, or even harm you in any way. I’m sure I could find a way eventually,” She mused, mostly to herself. “But I won’t be actively trying to hurt you, that is.”

            “That’s relieving…” David breathed a small sigh of relief, although what for he didn’t really know. “You know, knowing this opens up a whole new world of things we could do together.” Her eyebrow raised, she had actually been thinking along those lines herself; she was interested to see what he had in mind. “What all exactly did you make sure you couldn’t do?”

            She didn’t hesitate. “Would you like me to show you a few of them? I know they won’t hurt you, and I have known that from the start.” She paused for effect, “But I didn’t want to hurt you mentally, you know, being your friend in all, you trust me not to do the things I could have done.”

            “Of course, and sure!” David said loyally. “I’d love to see them, I guess.” Short fuzzy clips of what she could have meant played through his imagination, all of them ending in horrible death; except when she moved away he was fine.

            Melanie put down her apple. “Well, there is this,” she smiled and took David in her hand gently lifting him in front of her. With her free hand she put them together and began to press him with intense pressure. She seemed to be crushing him, but all he felt was an all-encompassing force pressing in on him on all sides. If it weren’t for the lack of being able to breathe, David could see how that wouldn’t really kill him; his bones weren’t snapping like he thought they ought to be. “See,” She said in a forced breath that was muffled to David. “This would kill someone.”

            She relaxed her muscles and let out a breath, her face showed signs of strain. David took a big breath and responded, “I see. So I can’t be crushed?”

            “Pretty much. Maybe if I dropped you into a crusher, perhaps.” David shuddered. “But I don’t think I would do that.” He nodded in silent agreement. “But not being able to be crushed is just one small part of all the magic that still lingers with you. You can, for instance, survive in here.” Melanie lowered David to her bare stomach and let him touch it. Then, without warning, her hand let go of him and she rolled over. It wasn’t even in slow motion as her body steamrolled over him with surprising speed. He didn’t even manage a yelp as he saw the massive wall of her flesh fall with crushing weight on top of him.

            Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. He couldn’t breathe very well, and, even to his eyes, couldn’t see much; but he was immersed in a whole new world of sounds. Sounds of her body living in general that he had never been able to hear before; being completely shut out from the entire world there was nothing but Melanie’s belly, and the contents it was digesting. Far off he thought he could hear her heart thumping like a time clock, her lungs roaring softly and all around him the world vibrated as her intestines and stomach worked their meal.

            She eventually turned over and picked him up again. “Isn’t that fun?” She asked while bringing him closer to her face so she could see him better; she rolled back onto her stomach.

He nodded. “Completely, what are you thinking?” David said, staring at her mouth. Then her lips started moving, and she was speaking softer.

            “Well, something that I have wanted to do for a long time now, was to feel you.” David couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled; sure he couldn’t help the fact he wanted to do the same thing to her, but because of his size he didn’t think that was quite possible. She explained, seeing his puzzled expression. “I have had you in my mouth already a few times; but I couldn’t do very much to you.” She moved him closer to her mouth. “Although now that you know I cannot hurt you,” She let her breath flow out from between her lips gently as if to finish her sentence.

            “Umm…” David gave an uncertain start.

            “You would be perfectly safe of course.” Melanie added hastily. “My body can’t hurt you, my teeth can’t cut or crush you, my throat won’t constrict you to death, and my saliva won’t drown you if you’re smart enough to breath.” David tilted his head slightly, he had almost drowned the previous night because of that very same fact. “My stomach isn’t a problem to you either.”

            “I’m not sure… It sounds fun in all, but…” He was generally unsure about all of this.

            “But how would you get out?” she anticipated his question, it wasn’t it but he listened anyway. “That’s simple. I can get you out, it’s safe, trust me.” With those last words she pushed David up against her lips and she kissed him again. David couldn’t help but feel completely powerless against her suggestive advances. Her beauty was just unimaginable, her size was commanding, her voice was lulling, her breath was seducing, he just couldn’t resist all of it all at once.

            David fell over and looked up. Melanie held him out again a bit further; he nodded. She smiled and giggled a giggle that could shatter the repose of the stoutest man on earth. Without any more discussion she moved him closer and parted her lips revealing to him the most unnerving sight in the world; the teeth of a giantess whose intent was to use them to eat you. David was now seeing, for the first time, what everyone else had in horror; he felt for them.

            Melanie’s teeth parted and behind them lay a room colored in red that also shined with the tons of saliva and apple bits left inside. David had to hand it to her, she knew what she was talking about when she said it can’t drown him, because her saliva sure could drown anyone else, if let sit too long that is. She breathed outwards and David’s hair and clothing fluttered. Bits of her spit flew out of her mouth and coated him prematurely. She moved him very near her lips; her tongue came out to greet him.

            The beast of a tongue came out from the cavern in front of him and struck him in the midsection and then proceeded to slide upwards along his front. When she reached his chest she trailed off into space in front of him, relishing. She then repeated the movement a few times, each time getting more and more of him covered in her sticky, warm saliva and moving more forcefully. Melanie finally moved him beyond her lips.

            She was lapping slowly at him, gaining speed. Her rough bumpy tongue would rub up against him, retreat to her mouth to gather more saliva and repeat its task. David found himself nearly in her mouth each time, he also felt the incredible attraction of the stickiness. Very slowly her lips maneuvered around him, her mouth opened fully, pushing him inside.

            David fell through the small gap between the rows of teeth, and landed on her succulent tongue the instant her fingers let go. It wriggled beneath him as her jaw quickly moved to shut him in. Most of the light had drained out of the room, if you could call it that, but David’s eyes could still make out every detail and every colour and contour of her mouth’s interior. He could after all see well in the dark now.

            Melanie wasted no time in getting to what she wanted to do. She quickly began to move David about in her oral cavern. She shoved him to and fro, licking him up and down all the different sides of his body simultaneously it seemed. Eventually she smashed him up against the inside of her strong imposing white monoliths. She ran her tongue over his surface a few times, she wiped his face almost as if trying to burrow into his own mouth; although her tongue was far bigger than he was and a French kiss, if it was called that, would probably kill him. David felt rather weak and useless. He would move his arms and try to grab the slippery devil but it would always writhe under his touch and slip away from him. He couldn’t fight it; she had absolute control.

            Melanie seemed to grow slightly bored of this game he was trying to play with her, and decided just keep on going. He was going to find out sooner or later and now was as good a time as any. She was in the mood to experiment and the feeling of power she had been saddling ever since she first started shrinking people had been growing exponentially, every time she wanted more, wanted it to be bigger, better. She had the urge to act a little violently.

So she did. Lowering her jaw slightly she slipped David around to the side of her mouth and pushed him into her cheek; from the outside her check could be visibly seen, distorted with an object inside it; except it was moving of its own volition. She snapped her jaws shut right in front of David, the force of the collision rocked his ear drums and made him shudder. Her teeth parted again slowly and her check pushed him up onto her rear molars, David nearly panicked. He made to thrust himself off the ledge but Melanie’s tongue held him tightly to her cheek. He looked up and stared at the flat and sharp underside of her top row of molars, she was going to crush him!

            He tried to shout but his cry was cut short as Melanie bit together, hard. She knew perfectly well David was going to be safe, whether he screamed or not, so she didn’t have to worry about him telling her she was hurting him. She knew she wouldn’t. The knowledge almost made her drunk. Without any care as to what he was going to try to tell her, she clamped her teeth shut and a satisfying crunch echoed through her sealed lips.

            To his horror he heard himself die. He heard his body give way and splatter across her mouth, he heard all of his bones shatter and crack as her teeth snapped together with the force of a killer bear trap. He swore he felt his body come to pieces before being overcome by darkness and nothingness. He felt her teeth raise off him and he could see again.

            David was completely unharmed, rather to his relief and surprise. There wasn’t a single sign of any damage to his body anywhere, not a cut or a bruise or a broken bone or anything. Yet even so, his body made the sickening crunching sound of a rather large potato chip. Yet while he was marveling at the beauty of life, he was thrust again upwards and into her molar wall; another sick crunch boomed through the maw.

            Melanie chewed on him heavily, yet her mouth remain closed during the task. She chewed on one side only, turning David from time to time with the idle flick of her tongue, all the cracking and crunching sounds greeting her ears; she listened intently. She then threw him to the other rack of teeth and bit down there too. This act caused her lips to part; they didn’t meet back up again.

            Now Melanie was chewing with all the ferocity of a hungry girl that had a very chewy but very delightful piece of meat that was far too much of a mouthful. David couldn’t tell what was going on, his world was a blur and whirl of sounds, noises, and sensations. He constantly found himself being repeatedly mashed up against a pair of incredibly solid teeth and every time they came together he felt his body break and nearly explode with the pressure. It wasn’t half bad, in fact, he enjoyed it. Tremendously.

            Her mouth was filling with saliva as was customary, and her vigorous chewing of David had indeed tired him out but, even so, Melanie had only just started going. Liquid fire coursed through her veins and filled her body with a tingling sensation that also sent shocks down her spine and through her legs.

            Her chewing slowed and eventually stopped with a wet sucking sound as he laid there against her back molars panting. He looked up in a daze. He completely missed it when she lightly held him in place with her teeth and swallowed deeply. If he hadn’t of been stunned he would have noticed the acute loss of breath and deafness associated from practically being inside of Melanie’s throat when she swallowed. Her teeth were the only things keeping him from being drug down with the hundreds of gallons of saliva.

            She then rolled him over onto her tongue and sucked on him lightly. She nibbled at him too using her front teeth, biting at his legs and arms; she refrained from biting at his neck, that would probably be pushing it too far, she thought to herself. She rolled him back and forth and swirled him about for a few more minutes before she flipped him over and let him rest on her tongue.

            She gripped his ankles between her incisors and began tilting her head back. Even through his dazed state, he knew what was coming next. Having survived the wondrous hell she had just put him through, he was no longer worried or scared about anything; he was going to enjoy it. Her mouth made a vertical drop into her throat to where he was suspended by his ankles in the center of her mouth. He counted, but didn’t get very far before she nipped him again, dropping him into her tongue’s grasp. She gulped as hard as she could.

            Her tongue grasped him and pressed in on him on all sides in a new way he hadn’t felt before. It undulated beneath him pushing him down until finally it opened up into a great tube that was her esophagus. He passed her uvula and through her tonsils, entering her throat. She sent the young man down into her body accompanied by the rest of her left over spit. Even though he was dazed he could still appreciate the sheer violence of such a simple act. The way gravity pulled at him in many different directions and flesh pressed into him in many ways. Everything undulated beneath him and pushed him downwards; he saw a strange looking set of flaps and bone looking holes coming up at him.

            He passed through her throat’s squeezer in three chops. These weren’t nearly as strong as her teeth were, but they were equally painful. The whole trip wasn’t very long but it sure seemed to last forever. The most prevailing thought, however, was the presence of sound. It came from everywhere, hundreds of different sounds, different things making different sounds creating an organic orchestral effect that seemed to have this all down pat all the way to the very sound of eyes blinking in an audience.

            When David arrived in Melanie’s stomach, it was gruesome. He could make out everything in her stomach, unlike those before him. The large bits of chewed apple were floating all around him as her acids sloshed everywhere; her living stomach wall undulating every so often and shifted trying to keep the cauldron churning. The colors were awful and the visuals weren’t the most enlightening either. Her stomach was a boring assortment of disgusting flaps and oozes of many colors and all of rank putrid slimes.

            Not even the sound that David had heard when Melanie was on top of him would have prepared him for what he heard now. It was as if the very air was alive with vibrations of incredible and terrifying sounds, her heart was thumping in the distance slightly muffled by the walls of flesh and dampened by the digestion process. Her lungs were filling and expelling masses of air with calculated ease. Her stomach, now that was the loudest one, was digesting the apple, and now her new meal. Yet he knew better than to believe the latter. He knew he couldn’t be hurt by her digestive acids, and he felt nothing but a liquid goop on him, which wasn’t all too pretty.

            “Wow! That was incredible!” Said Melanie,