Chapter Two
Breakfast
Melanie blinked her eyes open and gave a halfhearted yawn before rising out of bed like an ancient slumbering giant, her form brightened by the morning sun that was just beginning to come over the rim of her basement window. David had already been mildly awake, the room was bright and he had heard rustling sounds coming from Melanie’s bed, obviously the body coming alive again after a deep sleep.
He opened his eyes to see an absolutely epic sight, one that might have inspired poems or even religions as she sat up; the sheet she had covered herself with throughout the night rolled over her like a wave spilling onto the bed. She opened her mouth wide in a full-fledged yawn that caused her face to contort and her eyes to shut tight; affording him a great view of the ribbed roof of her mouth as light shone into it. The spit within sparkled like pillars of diamond as it stretched too and fro inside her maw. Melanie stretched her arms high into the air, lifting her shirt over her covers daintily. She tensed her whole body in the way one does when first waking up. She concluded by lowering her arms, shutting her mouth with a yawning snap, and blinked a few times.
“Good morning!” David called to her. Melanie seemed to take a moment looking around for the source of her name before her eyes drifted downward towards David, sitting there just below her on the shirt she placed him on the night before. She couldn’t help but smile as the memories of the previous day came flooding back into her mind. She soon recalled the promises she made to him about letting him watch as she ate someone. It excited her momentarily, the thought did. And through her mind flashed a thousand ideas in an instant, she had to say something.
“Good morning yourself, little friend.” she said as she leaned down and lightly plucked him up between her fingers gently before she dropped him onto her palm. David would eventually grow used to the unannounced physical contact as Melanie took charge of the situation. It was still jarring the first time, and this time as well.
Melanie held David in her palm as she stared at him, as if trying to cement every detail of him into her memory. She chuckled and tossed off the rest of her covers and spun until her feet hung off of the bed. She lowered them onto the floor with a soft thud as they touched the carpeted flooring.
“Ready for the start of a brand new day? Or, life? If I might say.” Melanie asked him with a smirk as she stepped into her attached bathroom.
“I’m ready for whatever you have planned, Melanie” David said truthfully. He was more than excited for the fairytale he was promised and was about to live through.
“Good,” She said shortly, “then the first thing I’m going to do today is brush my teeth,” she added and without further discussion she opened her mouth wide and tossed little David inside, his body soared between her deadly teeth. He landed with a squishy sound on her tongue. He slid along its soft, yet rough surface until he was almost in her throat. Again, he thought, contradictions.
David half expected to tumble over the edge but Melanie made her tongue cup around him. She pressed him up into the roof of her mouth momentarily letting him sit between her tonsils as to let him stare down her throat before she pushed him back toward the front.
“Uh uh, ew an o go ove us e,” she said, her voice like inaudible thunder claps around David that shook him to the bone. It was hard for her to speak with her mouth full. She didn’t want to hurt or swallow him after-all.
David’s body was already coated with Melanie’s spit, he had to wipe some out of his eyes to see the outside world, much of it stretched from his head to his arm before snapping. What he saw was best described as awesome. The bathroom before him was framed by her teeth and lips, giving the view the look of a framed picture. Looking toward the edges of the moving world he got a sight of something that few people would ever see but wish they would have; the sight of a smile from inside the mouth.
David gazed around at Melanie’s mouth, taking in the general atmosphere. She was breathing through her mouth, it being wide open and everything; meaning there was a very powerful current moving through the air. David would feel a massive intake of air as she breathed in, the rushing of the wind rustling his hair cooling him down as it threatened to dry Melanie’s copious amounts of thick saliva on his face. Then, after a momentary reprise, he would be blasted the other direction with a much warmer less pleasant smelling wind. Less not to say it still wasn’t pleasing, and the roaring sound was a little louder on the exhale he noticed.
“Woah,” David muttered under his breath. Melanie’s movements caused him to start sliding around her tongue even as he tried to steady himself. He couldn’t quite get any traction due to the thick slime that coated everything, but he tried nonetheless. Melanie’s meaty tongue was a texture unlike any he could have expected and each and every little bump or ridge was incredible.
Melanie had to aid David mostly and he soon realized just how vulnerable he really was. If she didn’t stop him, he gathered, he would simply slide off the back of her tongue and got swallowed down into her belly, which chose that moment to let out a loud growl. It echoed up the length of her esophagus. “Okay, that’s kind of scary,” he whispered, hoping his voice didn’t carry. It didn’t, it couldn’t have been heard over Melanie’s breathing anyway, and she made no response as she kept moving around, collecting things.
Eventually Melanie looked over towards a mirror and opened her mouth wider to allow David to view the situation. To her it was awesome. The feeling was like a light tickle on her tongue. The taste of cloth and salty meat to accompany it as her spit washed over David carrying his flavor everywhere around her tongue.
To David, however, the view was actually slightly scary. It looked to him like he was right under her teeth and at any moment she could choose to let them drop creating a bloody mess of bones and flesh that she could have just gulped down without a thought or care in the world. Of course this was Melanie, though. She cared about him, or at least she said she did. He hoped she did.
“Heh, just wish I wasn’t so excited by this,” David said, his voice on the edge Melanie’s ability to hear, she filled in the holes and mentally smiled to herself, her lip muscles being a little tied up at the moment. As it was she was still gawping with her mouth open wide as she reached forward, turned on the water faucet and grabbed a toothbrush from the cup beside the faucet. As water poured over the basin and splashed about merrily before being sucked down the hungry drain, she expertly moved her hands and utensils about and covered her brush with a layer of minty green paste. She passed it under the running water.
Without warning, her tongue moved. David was pressed into the roof of her mouth forcefully. He could feel the ribs of her mouth pressing down on him as her tongue pressed up on him. He heard a tremendous swallowing sound and immediately thought she was gulping him down. Moments later he splattered on her tongue as she let him fall. He looked around, breathing a little hard, and noticed most of her saliva had gone.
Melanie chuckled as she saw the look on his face. She held the toothbrush up to her mouth, letting David get a good look at it, before she plunged it inside with him closing her lips around it and sealing him in total darkness.
Cast into darkness for the first time, David was actually afraid. A thousand things could go wrong from this point he imagined. What if she pushed him between her teeth? What if she rubbed him with the brush too hard or accidentally bumped the back of her mouth and swallowed? All these things could happen and he would vanish down her throat, with no one ever knowing what had become of him. And that knowledge excited him in ways he hadn’t thought possible as he felt the bubbles mix in with her saliva as she began to scrub.
The toothpaste quickly became a sea of froth as it was rubbed more and more viciously against Melanie’s beautiful teeth. The sound was all encompassing and the world was becoming very full. Her teeth were still clenched, but he knew that wouldn’t last.
He could suddenly see again. He looked toward the light as Melanie opened her mouth once again with the intent on getting inside her jaw. Shadows passed over the glowing lines of light as they fought through the frothy bubbles and strands of slime that connected every part of her mouth. She was still chuckling to herself as her teeth parted. David saw the toothbrush again, the head of it coated with white foam. It slipped over her teeth with a gentle spray of liquids that forced David to shield his eyes, and finally the world began to move. It was inside with him, roughly rubbing around the huge molars and the gums that encapsulated their roots. The scraping sound was deafeningly loud and the way her tongue moved was throwing him about all over the place. He struggled to regain his footing and protect himself, but once, then twice, then three times he was nearly impaled by the brush as it moved erratically.
Melanie shifted over to the other side of her mouth, nearly all the world had become a pool of liquid and froth, it was nearly impossible to see, let alone breathe. David had to get out, despite the joy it was in there, if that could be used to describe it.
“Melanie!” he shouted in a distressed tone of voice that was nearly lost in the roaring of the brush and the force of her breath. The brushing suddenly stopped, freezing where it was as the world suddenly became nearly still; the only movement now was the dripping of saliva and foam and the constant explosion of bubbles everywhere. She had heard him and figured she was being too rough on him. She withdrew her brush hurriedly and ran it under water a brief second of time to clean it off.
David could hear something like a waterfall striking stone as he heard before; the sound died away leaving only the sound of the drain. Looking outward again through her lips he saw them close around a cup.
As Melanie took the cup of water to her lips she drained it into her and began to swish. Everything became chaos again as David was hit with a freezing flash flood that carried him off his feet and into everywhere all at once. The pulled him back towards her open throat and threw him this way and that. He was violently jerked side to side as the water strained between her teeth instantly heating up. The crystal clear liquid quickly became like a runny foam, as though it were a thin cream of a fine milk or melted ice cream. He slammed into her teeth over and over again.
David couldn’t even scream now. His lungs were burning from the lack of air and all he could do was ineffectually pound against Melanie’s molars or her incisors. God it was exciting! But David could hardly wallow in the ecstasy as his life seemed to be in danger. All of those sensations were rushing at him a mile a minute, surrounding him with warmth and scent. He must have drank well over a gallon of the liquid and he was sure his lungs were no longer dry.
He loved it. Except the part about not being able to breathe, liquid filled his lungs and his eyes were burning. He wondered how long Melanie was going to force him to go through this; whether or if she realized how much smaller his lungs were than hers. He soon forgot all about his questions as the water suddenly shot forward and drained through tightly clenched teeth as she spat into the sink, keeping him in her rapidly draining mouth.
When David could eventually breathe again he took deep gulps of warm air choking and sputtering. He swallowed loads of saliva as Melanie’s mouth tilted backwards again; her tongue holding him in the front of her mouth. Melanie’s breath washed over him, causing the gasps to be full of air that had been within her. It smelled sweet but wasn’t very filling in the oxygenated department. After a moment’s reprise she leaned forward again and let her jaw fall open allowing him to drop out of her mouth. He landed with a wet splat on her outstretched palm, just a few trails of slime following him. When she closed her mouth again she broke the bonds and asked him meaningfully,
“David? You okay?” For some unknown reason as he lay there coughing out some of the liquid concoction of saliva, water, and toothpaste, Melanie’s concern for him, merely a tiny bug in her hand, struck a chord deep inside of David. He found himself laughing hysterically, unable to contain himself. Through bouts of coughing, constantly spitting up buckets of Melanie’s water, it made her even more concerned for him. Eventually she smacked him across the side of his back as lightly as she could with her pinky. She knocked him onto his front and made him moan slightly, his hysterics came to a stop.
“David!” she cried to him, and he laid there for a long moment, and coughed again. He was still as an inanimate thick wooden soggy nail on her palm, collecting the thoughts in his head around as the stars that filled his mind whirled about him. She thumped him a few more times cautiously on his back, it apparently helped clear out his lungs greatly as he threw up the rest of the liquid. It was a full minute before he groaned again and rolled over onto his back. He sat up looking rather dazed, he chanced a gaze up at Melanie whose expression seemed very concerned.
“I’m okay Melanie, I’m okay,” he assured her, he coughed a bit more. He then smiled up at her in what he thought was assurance to which he got a nervous chuckle from her as she moved a stray hair out of her face with her free hand. She looked away from him momentarily, before she addressed him again.
“David, don’t you scare me like that. I thought I’d really hurt you,” she said as she let out a sigh of relief. She kind of had, but he wouldn’t tell her that. She lightly set David down on the bathroom counter. She then reached over him and tore off a sheet of toilet paper from a thinning roll. He took it gratefully from her and began to dry himself. David tore off a few pieces of it and rubbed himself down with the coarse, fibrous material. He was actually able to feel as it pulled the water off his body drop by drop, until finally he was dry of all wet substances; or at least as best as he could. Perhaps it was his imagination, but his size afforded him a keen insight to how they worked, the fibers of the paper in his hands. He marveled for a moment before he was caught off guard by Melanie’s next comment.
“Well, that was quite an exciting thing, wasn’t it?” She asked, he hurriedly returned her gaze and nodded happily; finally he regained his composure and grinned up at her. “What say you about some breakfast?” Melanie continued, “I bet you’re just dying to see and hear me swallow down some mushy food,” she said in a rather alluring tone. Her complexion on her face changed as she teased him lightly. Whether or not she noticed it, she was being very provocative. “And eventually living people.” She mused hastily. After a moment’s thought and consideration she added “And then maybe I could let you listen to my belly as it digests it all, if you would like.” she teased him relentlessly. She definitely was trying to be sexy. It worked.
David looked around sheepishly as her belly let out a low insidious growl as it protested its empty state. David chuckled and found that he too was quite hungry as he hadn’t eaten for a great many hours and he just spent the last few minutes throwing up.
“Alright.” He paused a moment as though considering his options. The great multitude of ‘Yes,’ and ‘Sure,’ puzzled him. He decided, “Let’s go find something to eat,” he told her.
Melanie smiled and held her hand just above the counter invitingly for him to get on. Smiling as he boarded her outstretched palm she raised her hand up to her chest. She curled her fingers lightly as she relaxed her hand muscles and looked away from David. He marveled again at her face as he saw the inherent beauty in its structure. Her jaw was the perfect shape and connected her head to her neck neatly in a smooth gentle slope; he could see her muscles underneath her skin, they looked monstrous. Her throat was very near her skin and he could easily tell its shape and all the contours of it by merely looking at the stationary bulge protruding from her lightly tanned skin. It would soon be transporting food in great thunderous volumes down into her magnificent body.
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With David quietly sitting in her palm and Melanie not ready to venture outside her home just yet she decided to cook up some food for the both of them. “Could you ride in my pocket for a bit?” She asked him, not looking down to him until after she was finished with her question. He nodded approval and she grinned. She raised her hand with David and slipped him into her breast pocket; the fabric was unbelievable. She patted it lightly, and David could hardly describe it. The warm skin of her chest was just on the other side of a few millimeters of the softest pink cloth he had ever felt, and the gentle slope of her breast gave him a soft yet supportive surface to lie upon. He gingerly moved around as to not cause much fuss, and laid upon it. It was magical.
Melanie couldn’t help but keep grinning. She noticed to herself she had been grinning or laughing a lot lately, chuckling or giggling. She usually wasn’t like that, but she assumed it was her new found power that came over her; a sense of authority that she just wasn’t used to. Sure she was a rather forward and dominant girl, but even so, she had absolute control over absolutely everything. It was all… Well… Pretty absolute.
The idea was so absurd to her she just found it humorous, and David always seemed to put her into that sort of mood, even before she shrunk him. He was just too cute, trying to interact with a world entirely too big for him, metaphorically speaking. Even before she shrank him the fact she stood almost a foot taller than him put them in a socially backwards situation and she had wondered just how much of his stories were inspired by her.
“What to cook…” Melanie said to herself lightly as she drummed her fingers on her hip; she shifted her weight heavily as she stood there, her other hand on the counter. Melanie had always been a good cook, but she was always second guessing herself. The great multitude of things she knew how to cook often times made it rather difficult in deciding something simple, like what to have for breakfast. She could use the stove and come up with a dozen or two warm things, or possible a few different cold dishes. She didn’t want to work too hard, but didn’t quite feel up to being cooled off. She decided in a heap of sudden brilliance to start cooking some eggs and bacon, something she would sing about a lot in her randomness. She felt David move against her breast again. She liked that feeling, but it distracted her from her task.
Being extra careful she grabbed a pan from below the counter and placed it on the stove as she simultaneously turned it on. She went to the fridge and took out a tub of butter, a carton of eggs, a carton of milk, and a bag of bacon. She balanced everything carefully against her stomach and, moving rather expertly, she shut the fridge with her foot while propelling herself to the other side of the small kitchen. She placed everything lightly onto the counter and sorted them appropriately.
She began preparing her breakfast. Taking out three eggs from the carton and four strips of bacon from the bag, she began to place things around. Melanie placed the bacon onto the pan and they instantly began to sizzle loudly. David couldn’t help but take notice at this, and raised his head from his soft pseudo pillow.
“Bacon?” He asked loudly as to compensate for the even louder sizzle.
“And eggs! I hope you don’t mind.” She said sweetly.
“Not at all, not at all.” A moment passed before he added, “I may be starved, but I’m sure a few thousand of my stomachs could fit inside yours.” He pictured this, resisting a slight shudder before continuing with his thought. “You’re not making any extra are you?”
Melanie’s stoic face of the kitchen mistress remained solid, “No, I figured that.”
“Okay,” He laid his head back down, and lightly touched the warm fabric of her shirt with his hand and slid it about slightly in an attempt to feel her body beneath the fabric. Melanie probably didn’t notice his touch, or, if she did, she didn’t say anything. She did actually, and she didn’t say anything about it.
She took out some butter on a knife she had grabbed, and put the butter in edge of the pan. With a final pop she pulled off the strips of now crisp bacon and laid them in a cross hatch fashion on her plate. She then turned the stove temperature to a new setting and began cracking eggs.
Silently to herself she hummed her bacon song that went something like this. ‘Eggs bacon cheese and ham, cheese and ham.’ Over and over again. Lacking the cheese or ham, she grimaced sourly but kept on humming anyway. Her mind was always scattered everywhere all at once; if someone were to read it, they would probably wind up with a massive migraine and a very bad desire to down a glass of strong Russian vodka.
Melanie pulled up a chair and decided to sit, without making a sound. She idly stirred the eggs, adding a powdery thing here or there, waiting for the eggs to become less runny. She eventually turned the stove off and removed the pan. She pulled out a single glass into which she poured some orange juice. After another moment she put her extra cooking knife into the sink and dished out the contents of the pan onto her plate. She ended up creating a mountain of eggs to the side of the cross hatch bacon field. She placed the last dishes into the sink and began washing them. The sound of running water began to pang on David’s ears, he wondered just how much longer it would take; attempting to not become impatient.
It wasn’t too long though. Melanie finished and took her plate, fork in hand, and placed them on the table. “Finished,” She said sweetly before she looked down at David once again. He returned her gaze gratefully and got up rather unsteadily against the supportive flesh of Melanie’s breast.
“Sounded like quite a rumpus out there.” David Replied. He held up his hands and her fingers appeared over the edge of the pocket. She brought her fingers down into the pocket and Melanie wrapped them around him loosely. It amazed David just how little weight he actually had now. He was going to ask a question about the breakfast she had made but David’s thought pattern was cut off as Melanie’s hand pulled him from her pocket and he got a full view of the table. A massive mountain of eggs about three times taller than he was alongside a field of bacon lined her plate; an awe inspiring sight for such a girl. Ignoring the fact she was so much larger than him, it was still impressive. She was such a skinny girl, you wouldn’t expect it. Her metabolism was actually quite extreme.
Melanie sat David on the edge of her plate, nearest to her body. He decided to sit down right there. “Oh,” Melanie said, “Right I almost forgot, here…” Melanie handed David a broken toothpick, at least it seemed, and then laid the rest of the pieces beside him. “So you don’t have to pretend to be a caveman in front of a girl,” She smiled. He had a haunting suspicion, although not in a bad way, that she didn’t mind if he dirtied himself up a bit in her food; yet again he decided not to chance anything by acting out.
“Thanks.” David said as he returned the smile. He used his new utensils to pick at the mountain cliff beside him and cut apart the pieces he had gotten from it. The single brick of gelatin, as it appeared, was thick and spongy; it had a faint smell to it and was yellow and white laced. He bit into it, it tasted normal enough.
Seeing her pet now working at her food, Melanie grabbed her fork and looked at the plate. She decided to herself, it would have been most polite to start eating away from David and slowly work her way across the place towards him. She made a mental note to watch his progress and compare it to her own, that seemed like a fun little idea to her. She impaled the mountain with her fork and dug out a huge piece of it, bits of egg raining down over her plate as she moved the mass.
David continued to eat Melanie’s eggs as she started on them as well. He watched absent mindedly as she carried the mount of eggs from the opposite side of her plate to her mouth. He then turned more attention to her, watching her more intently as she brought the utensil up to her lips. With rather grand curiosity he watched as her lips parted and she slipped the mound into her mouth, sealing its fate with her lips.
Melanie wasn’t paying any attention to him and began to chew with her mouth wide enough to allow all the world to see and hear what was going on within. This was normal and it was one of David’s most favourite things about Melanie. She always, no matter what, chewed with her mouth open. It didn’t matter what it was, even if it was juicy and full of liquid. Sure she looked up a bit, but she did tend to dribble on occasion.
Melanie’s jaw worked through the shipment of food like it was nothing, her teeth seared through it and her molars crushed it beyond recognition. The air was full of the wet smacking sounds as mastication, all the while her tongue would move the mass around her mouth with decidedly wet mushy noises. Her saliva mixed with the eggs and strange new substances formed in her mouth, David watched as they stretched too and fro within her. His favourite bits were when her tongue would tip the entire mess in her mouth onto her other set of molars. The bright meaty pink of her perfectly shaped and agile tongue was in great contrast to the yellowy mess of chewed up eggs.
After a few seconds of chewing feverishly she swallowed. Her lips sealed the mass of yellow mess and her neck strained in perfect motion. David watched in awe as a mass of food that had been so much larger than him passed through her throat and into her body cavity. Her lips parted slightly as she looked down at David who went about finishing his portion quickly. She smiled, only just then remembering what they had talked about earlier and finally taking a slight realization that her chewing did indeed make quite a sound.
Melanie was an exhibitionist at heart. She loved to know that other people were watching her, and she loved drawing attention to herself. She dressed, talked, and acted in ways that drew the most attention. She was always in the spotlight. For example, she didn’t just chew with her mouth open a little, like she was too lazy to seal her lips. No, she chewed voraciously, purposefully loudly, and always in a way that fit her mood and environment. She chewed as though she wanted the whole world to know what was going on in her mouth. And she did, really. She didn’t care if it was disgust, so long as it was attention. Still, lots of guys could never turn their eyes away from her despite looking horrified. The way David looked at her though was new, and she wanted more of it.
Melanie grinned at him while drawing more eggs towards her. A repetition of Melanie’s eating happened again and again. She would dig out a huge chunk of eggs, bring it into her mouth, and chew it into a fine paste before swallowing it loudly. Eventually after a long while of watching Melanie’s mouth destroying everything David was done and laid down on the plate contentedly watching as Melanie finished of her last bit of rather crunchy bacon; David opted out of any for himself. Melanie would bring a piece to her lips and her teeth would smash through the strip, splintering it and spraying bits everywhere. She swallowed the last bit of crunchy bacon and went for her drink.
“Hey David,” she said, addressing him finally. “Are you thirsty?” Melanie asked airily.
“Yeah,” he replied shortly; interested to see where this was going.
Melanie got yet another grin from him as she daintily picked him up between her thin fingers and brought him to the rim of her glass of orange juice. She lowered him into it and allowed him to slip off her hand. David was never a good swimmer, but he found the orange juice helped him float for some reason. It had the same consistence of water, so he was a little mystified to find himself floating without much effort. Still, he spluttered a bit as the cold shock of the liquid splashed over his head as he submerged. He kicked and surfaced, throwing juice everywhere. He looked back up at Melanie with stinging eyes.
“Go ahead and take your drink, David. I’m going to finish off the glass while you’re in it.” She smiled and hurriedly added, “Don’t worry, I won’t swallow you, I promise.” What could he do? He had to trust her.
Melanie brought the glass to her lips and began to tilt it slowly. David watched as her large puffy lips connected with the glass and spread out, flattening the crevices that gave her lips their beautiful texture. As she tipped her glass the liquid splashed over them, the citrus instantly reacting with her glands. David almost panicked but remembered that he could trust Melanie with his life, so he did. Although he would like to stay out of her mouth for as long as possible in an attempt to minimize there being any chance of accidents possibly happening. He tried to accomplish that goal, however inevitable it seemed to be, by back peddling as hard as he could away from her.
The liquid in the glass began to drain into her mouth more and more, flowing past her lips in a torrent. David could see clear back into her mouth due to the light refracting through the glass of the cup. It outlined every little detail of her throat to him, and he watched as shadows cast dark shapes where little bits of flesh protruded out from the walls. A loud boom reverberated through the juice and he shuddered. The lake in front of him disappeared alarmingly. Melanie’s throat lurched deep in the back of her mouth, temporarily becoming blocked from sight before opening up again.
Her swallow was followed by another, then another, until they were a continuous series of gulps. With each swallow she tilted the glass a bit more, and tilted her head a bit too. She was swallowing hundreds of gallons of juice with every gulp and it seemed to be no trouble at all. David was now swimming against a stream of juice he couldn’t fight. It took most of his strength to just stay above the juicy surface, which in itself was rather difficult. Many times he found himself pulled under by the torrent and he repeatedly burst through the surface sputtering again and again.
Eventually David noticed a darker shadow fall upon him and saw above him the lip of Melanie in its entire splendor. It didn’t take long after that realization that he was pulled into her mouth with the rest of the liquid. The glass disappeared as her lips sealed in front of him. He waited for the resonating boom, but it didn’t come. The juice just sloshed about noisily as though she were a whale in a Disney movie.
David’s eyes adjusted to the darkness very quickly, allowing him to see everything around him in great and scary detail. Melanie was holding quite still while David admired her from within. He slowly made out the shapes of her teeth all around him, and the ribbed roof of her mouth. Having been in it earlier, it was all so familiar. The juice was occupying about half the volume of her cavernous mouth and was lapping against the top teeth gently. It didn’t occur to him how he could see in the complete absence of light until much later.
David knew Melanie must have felt him, for she was not moving an inch. Then suddenly a massive monster broke the surface of the liquid. It her tongue. With incredible speed and majesty it reached out into the humid air and came down and slammed into David like a huge wet living wrestling mat. It pushed David underneath of it for the final pin. He instinctively took in a breath as he saw it coming, which he was terminally grateful for. When he felt the tongue above him, and the floor of her mouth beneath him, he heard the loudest noise he had ever heard up to that point, she had swallowed again, sending vibrations all through him. It seemed as though the gulping sound came from within him, it was all around him. Sound traveling better through liquid and the solid mass of her tongue, he heard it in almost high definition quality. As if real life wasn’t high definition enough.
Instantly the liquid was drained from around him, and her tongue moved with such speed as to fling him into the air and onto its surface that he was dazed by the action. He laid there, stunned.
David took in a breath, and stared at the roof of her mouth in wonder. They had only been together for a day and awake for only a few hours and twice now he was left breathless staring at the underside of her mouth from within. “What a rush.” He said as he lay there as if he was stoned beyond comprehension; which in fact he kind of was. Melanie had that effect on people; leaving them breathless in many more ways than one.
Melanie was enjoying that feeling a lot, having David lying on her tongue. She decided she would clean up as David sat in her mouth. It didn’t take her long however, putting her plate into the sink, she snuck into the bathroom and opened her mouth in front of the mirror. She stuck her tongue out and extracted David from it. She closed her mouth and settled herself. She looked at David again and smiled as she spoke to him, “Have fun little guy?”
David was still rather speechless, but eventually found his voice and said rather faintly, “That was....” And he motioned with his whole body as he swayed backwards with open eyes in an attempt to add some kind of unknown weight to the word he had temporarily been unable to use.
“Yes, I can agree with you on that. I had no idea being a giantess would be so much fun!” She couldn’t help it, she smiled widely bearing all her teeth as she looked around in excitement. “I can only wait to do even more.” She eyed him as though a small girl would a new toy she had been begging for since she had first seen it a week before.
With that being said she grabbed another sheet of toilet paper and gave it to David who took it with reverence. While he was drying himself off again for the second time in as many hours she took him back downstairs to her room so she could get changed for the day. While on her way she contemplated what she would wear. Probably her favourite shirt and maybe a pair of jeans.
Melanie put her hand down on the bed and walked to her closet. David, having just finished drying himself off, watched Melanie with mild interest. She took out a shirt from the closet, looked at it, and exchanged it for another. The shirt she had chosen was one of her favourites. She then bent down and extracted a pair of light blue denim jeans from a drawer from below David’s range of sight.
After Melanie grabbed all the clothes she wanted to wear for the day, she took them in arm and stepped into another room, the bathroom. David watched as she shut the door and then waited. He heard some sounds coming from the other side of the door; there was some water, the sound of some rushing air and a few scrapings. He heard what sounded like some aerosol spray, and the door clicked again. Melanie stepped back in a few minutes later, fully dressed and ready for the day.
David scrutinized her carefully from head to toe, she stood still with her eyes locked on him as though awaiting appraisal. She had white ankle socks that clung like a second skin to her perfectly shaped and dainty feet, very tight blue skinny jeans with some discoloured wair and tear around the ankles, knees, and her hip, and a cut off green T-shirt that stuck to her skin tightly and left absolutely none of her curves to the imagination. In hand were her white tennis shoes, very stylish with black accents. The whole impression gave her an appeal that not only drew the eye’s attention, but also the imagination and nailed them both to the spot. Several inches, perhaps a foot or so, of tanned flesh was clearly visible between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants. Her well defined stomach had two deep lines on either side and a deep navel in the middle. It sloped out in all the right places before tightly curving around her sides. Even the slope of her hips was visible from David’s position.
It was plainly evident to all that she took very great care of her body. Her muscles were well defined but concealed ever so slightly by the contours of her body. Her stomach was thin and her arms and legs were very skinny. Her chest was equally well defined, bulging out from her body, wrapped tightly in her shirt, concealing the bra that held her magnificent breasts in an even more appealing shape, if such a thing were even possible. Her long brown hair was straight as a rail, light as a feather, and shiny as the ocean.
“Ready to go out?” She said. David was still sapped for energy but he absently nodded his head as she walked over to him. David couldn’t help but become mesmerized by the movement of her hips as she walked, her eyes still locked on him the entire way. She couldn’t help but notice their eyes weren’t connecting, but she was pleased to see his eyes were locked on her hips. She exaggerated a few steps to give David the best show, his eyes bulged.
When she was within arm’s reach she towered over him in an impossible fashion, perhaps she had walked closer to him than necessary, but David did not mind; he loved the view she gave him. In front of him two skinny pillars of denim stretched below his field of view, and up into the sky. The gap between her legs was extant as her legs connected to her torso. Every fiber of denim weaved expertly, defining her body in ways that made it far sexier than it had been earlier with her loose pajama pants. David was almost blown away by animal magnetism.
Melanie shifted her weight to one side and placed her hands on her hips, her long slender fingers drummed against her skin. David stretched his neck back as he looked up her impressive body. Past her crotch and across her stomach, his eyes finally rested on the underside of her breasts. Each definitely taller than him should he stand upon her body. Melanie’s head appeared over the edge and her hair cascaded around her. She smirked again. She loved feeling the power of completely dominating her little friend with her impressive six plus feet of height.
Melanie reached down and took him with her three fingers and brought him up to about chest height, David again watched the perfectly vertical landscape of her body pass him by. Upon standing up, she switched hands and deposited David in her other hand, leaving her dominant free for use. David admired her facial features again as she moved him about. She pursed her lips to one side for some reason, apparently having a thought. David didn’t ask what it was, but he did wonder. They were a beautiful shade of natural red and protruded from her face sexily. Behind them they concealed the mouth of heaven itself and the gateway to her paradise of body.
“Do you have any opinions about what you want to do today?” Melanie asked him. David craned his neck up to her face and leaned back on her palm.
“Well… As long as I am with you I will enjoy it, I bet. You are quite a lot of fun just to be around.”
I bet, she thought to herself. “And you’re fun to have around too.” She said aloud, “Alright, let’s go find some people, shall we?”
“Yes!” David wanted to say, but didn’t. He just nodded and smiled again.
Given their unbelievable height differences and their different genders, it was hard to act nonchalantly towards one another, both of them thought. They weren’t dating and Melanie had never shown any interest in David in the first place, but nevertheless there was a little awkwardness in the air as David tried not to break certain private boundaries. Melanie also tried not to notice; but what they both would quickly find out is that at their sizes, there was no such thing as personal or private space, and they would soon have to get used to it.
David wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but he couldn’t wait to find out.