As the monstrous female hand sailed closer towards me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was it; that my colossal captor had already grown bored of her little 'tasters' and was just going to dump me in her forsaken mouth there and then. After all I'd just been through, I would have expected Jo to make a show out of the 'big entrance', as it were, but I did have to speculate whether she was the type to grow sick of her toys quickly. That said, she had mentioned 'cleaning me up'; and whatever new humiliating encounter with another part of my soon-to-be makeshift prison cell that entailed, it probably meant that my eventual temporary disappearance into Jo's mouth was still at least a slight way off.
Whatever her immediate intentions, it mattered not to me; even if I wanted to run, which would be a futile gesture in itself given she could move her little finger further in five seconds than I could run, not to mention pin me down with it, I was unable to, being still trapped in a huge, gooey puddle of her stagnant, cold spit. My hair was matted with drying mucus from the particularly disgusting blob of phlegm she'd projectile-spat at me, and the puddle itself, long since cooled to room temperature, was making my movements like stepping through cold, runny gelatine, flavoured by the vile aroma within Jo's mouth. I could only watch as her thumb, the print of which could easily fit my body inside, and her index finger reached out for me, pushing aside the saliva like it was nothing (which, granted, to her it was) and gripping the sides of my body, from the arms down.
The grasp of Jo's fingers was, despite her trying to be as gentle as possible, almost painful in the pressure they exerted on my body. Naturally, a being several thousand times larger than myself trying to use their oversized digits for the job of picking me up was going to cause me some discomfort, but that observation didn't stop it from pushing the air out of my lungs and pushing the sides of my abdomen together, like I was trying to squeeze through a tight space. At this size, her digits were like grooved, rubbery pads, allowing my tiny hands to find grip on them ; looking behind me, I could see that her fingernails were large enough that my ant-like body could have easily fitted under one of them, like so much dirt. It was another sobering thought to realise that, much like an ant, those giant nails of normally non-painful keratin could easily slice my tiny body in two should their mistress be so cruel and apply enough pressure; the only difference being that the ant's hard exoskeleton would probably make it harder to kill.
As I was lifted off the ground, away from the cloying puddle of spit that had tortured me so, I shivered violently as my body left the liquid and experienced the cold, fresh air again. Still coated in a sheen of her disgusting spit, the effects of the cold gust of air were amplified threefold, making my teeth chatter and multiple violent shivers course down my body. I was, however, grateful for the relative warmth of the tips of Jo's fingers, under the skin of which her hot blood pumped life into her and made the two clamps on my sides slightly more bearable. Flying through the air, however, was not nearly as comfortable; as the giant world whizzed around me, I started to feel nauseated; for a tiny being like myself, I was moving at breakneck speeds. Worse still, though I was evidently in no danger of it, was my fear that I would fall from her grip to my death on the cold, hard bar below, with a crippling splat that would either kill me instantly or cripple me so badly that Jo had no choice but to end my suffering herself. I tried to focus on something else for both reasons, and came to focus upon my destination; her other hand, palm outstretched and resting just in front of her gargantuan face. After what seemed like an age, but in reality couldn't have been more than a few seconds, I was gently dropped onto this soft, warm, somewhat wrinkled plain, looking around me in new awe at the vastness of the natural platform I stood on.
Like the other aspects of Jo's continent-sized body, her hand presented a new natural landscape that I could have, if I had been granted permission to, explore and discover. The whole platform shaped into somewhat of a bowl form, with her great thumb acting as a wall on one side and her mighty fingers forming a slope upwards adjacent to it, like four parallel mountainsides marching up almost in unison to the fingernail ends crowning them at the top. Like her fingertips, the ground I stood on was warm, but softer than her fingertips due to less grip being needed within her palm. Had this been a benevolent giantess I stood on, I could have, would have, and most certainly should have curled up on her hand right there and then, falling asleep while taking in the sweet smell of her faintly lotion-scented skin.
The seemingly now iconic wall of yellow, slimy, hungry teeth walling the other side of her hand, however, was a stark reminder that this was by no means a benevolent giantess.
"Wow, even this close you look so-itty bitty to me!" she commented, voice now booming around me like a concert sound system, the humid reek of her morning breath blowing away any pleasant scent from her palm, and with it my fleeting happy daydreaming. "And you're so cute when you're tiny like this! What's that saying.... oh, yeah. You're so cute, I could just eat you up!" The grin split again, and this time something about those awful teeth seemed far scarier than before; as if she was going to send me down to the abyss of her stomach right then, execute me without a second thought. Fortunately, no such thing happened, and the giant maw before me continued to speak, moving so much and so fast that it was something of a wonder, if an extremely odorous one, to watch.
"Clichés aside, though, let's get back down to business. Now, as I said, you do look like you need a clean after bathing in all that spit. Fortunately, that allows me to introduce you to my mouth's only permanent resident; without whom, I wouldn't be speaking to you right now. You know, it's been dying to meet you...it's even gonna lay out the red carpet for you!"
I watched as Jo's mouth opened wide again, allowing me once more to see right to the back, where my old friend the uvula still dangled, guarding the gates to certain death in her digestive system. Her throat was the least of my worries, though; this time, the great writhing beast of her tongue refused to stay contained within the stinking, dripping cavern, and came rolling over the bottom layer of yellow teeth and her thin lower lip like a rolling tide. It extended further and further, the tip flattening onto the palm of her hand like putty just dropped onto a surface. It glistened with more of the dreadful slime that covered both everything else in her more and, lamentably, my own body. Something told me that 'getting cleaned up' was really not going to get very far if this powerful beast was the one responsible for it; that said, it shouldn't have surprised me that Jo's solution would again involve the maw she was trying to get me more acquainted with. Stinking, stifling air gusted past me again, as Jo garbled something only barely coherent; "Gao oh, ca he an ta i!"
How I correctly managed to decipher the titaness's order to 'go on, come and touch it' is still beyond me, but despite all my faculties of reason telling me to get as far away from the monstrous muscle spilling out from within the dark confines of her mouth as humanely possible, I wasn't about to disobey her, especially when one rightly timed flick of her wrist could send me flying into the back of her thoat and sucked into her murderous gullet. Tentatively, I walked across the soft palm to her tongue, and lightly touched it, placing my entire left palm down upon it, feeling its warmth, its sliminess from more gallons of her stale, torturous slobber coating it like so much of my body, and below that its roughness; at this size, I could feel all her miniature taste buds, which all eagerly seemed to respond below my palm in order to get a taste of me. Unfortunately for me, something much, much larger was finding she wanted rather the same; and suddenly, like an overexcited dog greeting its master, the great, slimy beast reared forward towards me, hitting me right in the torso (considering it was so large, it couldn't exactly hit a specific part of my body) and knocking me to the floor, where it proceeded to smother me underneath its great size.
I had gone in a few seconds from tentative introduction to full-on assault by Jo's colossal tongue. The great muscle pinned me underneath it, smothering me as my whole body was subjected to a thorough probing by the inquisitive wall of taste buds. I could see nothing, only feel the wet, slimy, yet at the same time moderately rough surface of her tongue rub against me, the taste buds moving up and down my body, coating me once more in a fresh coat of Jo's signature rank saliva. The worst part was the pressure; the sheer weight of the inquisitive muscle pressing down on and groping me put my tiny body under yet more pressure, leaving me almost crushed under the hot, slick appendage. Mercifully, the soft skin of her palm was able to give way somewhat under her torturing tongue, meaning that, though uncomfortable and, honestly, violating, it was at least less uncomfortable than it could have been. More mercy came my way when the pressure let off, and I was able to peel my face away from the sticky pink wall and take a few sputtering gasps of desperately needed air, preventing what could have been my eventual asphyxiation. Had my body been able to peel away also, I could have fallen right back onto the now thoroughly slimed skin on the edge of her palm, but alas, like a fly in glue, I was stuck fast from the pressure applied by the huge muscle. For an instant I thought her tongue would draw me back into her mouth with it, like a predator retreating back to its lair with its helpless prey, but the barriers of her lips saved me, and I adhered to the soft, hot red skin of her upper lip instead. I had to cling on for dear life as the lips parted to reveal the grin I now knew so well but couldn't actually see.
As I watched, essentially helpless, Jo lifted her index finger to her maw and stuck the tip inside, bringing it out again with a sheen of clear slime upon it. She then used this titanic digit to press into my body, pushing me into the soft skin of her lip until I could feel the hard wall of teeth just behind the thick skin. As she pulled back, my minute body adhered to it, and I peeled off her lip moving away from her face. A strand of saliva thick as rope (to me) connected my torso to her lip as I moved further and further away, breaking as her full face came back into view and falling back towards her chin.
"You're in quite the sticky situation, huh?" she commented, sticking the molesting beast of her tongue out of her mouth again; like my experience, her jokes were clearly only going to get worse. "Gotta say, I'm disappointed that I couldn't taste you better then. Maybe I'll just have to wait until you're actually in there to get your flavour out... oh well." She brought her other hand up to my stuck form, expertly plucking me up by the arm with her giant thumb and forefinger and dangling me in front of her face, much to my discomfort as I was swooped slightly closer to her smiling lips, my shoulder now starting to ache from the strain of my arm being held in her grip and supporting the rest of my body. She spoke again, and my tiny body swayed in the oppressive gale of her morning breath.- which, surprisingly, I was starting to get used to.
"Now, to your little 'clean-up'. I think the best way to do it would be the 'lollipop method', considering you're so small. I'm sure you can figure out what that is?" The monstrous tongue re-appeared between her smiling lips, taunting me. It disappeared back into its cave as she continued; "well, if you can't, I'm sure you'll know exactly what it entails in a minute!"
I had a pretty educated guess at what Jo's 'lollipop method' would entail, and this time I was ready for it, or as ready as I could be. Shutting my mouth tightly, holding my nose with my free dangling hand and eyes ready to close when necessary, I watched her mouth open wide before me, the oppressive blanket of cloying heat immediately emanating from it enveloping my body; odor-free thanks to the hand on my nose; and her tongue roll free once more from it, hanging down from her mouth like that of a starved predator eyeing up its first quarry in weeks. It didn't stay in this position ofr long, though; Jo got down to business quickly. Her huge face came sailing towards me, and reflexively I shut my eyes as the great, glutinous tongue made first contact. Despite not seeing it, my body still shivered in disgust as I felt the wet, scraping surface brush all the way up my body, covering me yet again in more viscous spit. It felt like soaked sandpaper was being brushed up against my body, yet thankfully unlike sandpaper it didn't hurt as much as it just made me cringe in disgust at having my whole tiny body subdued to her licking. Again and again the tongue came back for more, giving me a slight break in between each lick to suck in more tainted air before the next assault on my body by her tasting organs. At one point, Jo's whole head tilted to the side, giving me a new sideways look at her mouth, and her huge tongue instead of licking me curled around my torso and legs like a huge python, pulsing and lapping at me as she tried to 'clean me' by bathing me in more of what got me dirty in the first place. After a few licks, I stopped moving my hand to my nose to hold it, as the great upward motion of her constant tasting of me kept simply ripping my arm upwards with it, pulling across my upper face and hair. Instead, I subjected myself to the stinking heat accompanying the tongue out of Jo's mouth, inhaling recycled air between each humiliating assault of her countless taste buds.
For the grand finale, she dangled me over her face in the air, dropping me down slowly to her mouth like in so many vore stories I had read over the years. However, instead of descending deep into the dark cavern that, regardless of my situation now, I would enter eventually, I was deposited on the very tip of her tongue, and the lips closed around the great appendage as I was lowered to the bar upon it, a mere tiny morsel on the huge tongue of my giantess co-worker. As I reached the bar, I was subjected to one final ride before my disembarking;
"Sorry, what was your name again? I'm trying to think, it's right on the tip of my tongue..."
In the midst of Jo's giggling at her own garbled joke, I managed to peel myself off the great muscle, not being as securely adhered this time round, and jump back onto the cold, hard bar surface; it was no palm of her hand, but it was terra firma. Far from being clean, I was if anything more soaked in spit than before; my skin was probably beginning to soak the bastard stuff up. Added to this, my arm and shoulder muscle ached terribly, and mentally I was exhausted from being essentially violated and molested by Jo's enormous tongue. All I wanted to do now was take a break, perhaps let her do something to me that didn't require my physical energy to survive, let alone 'experience'.
As it turned out, Jo was more than willing to oblige my exhausted thoughts; it fit snugly into her next performance.
It was time to watch the main event.