It was impossible- I couldn’t concentrate. No matter how hard I tried, I was too transfixed on my girlfriend, who herself was completely focused on whatever YouTube video was currently blasting through her headphones and the bowl of macaroni and cheese she was devouring in front of her. A completely mundane activity, to be sure, but then everything seemed a lot more attention-grabbing when, instead of sitting beside my formerly comparatively diminutive Natasha, I was looking up at her from her desk.
It hadn’t been a hard choice to choose moving in with her when originally I shrank down to an inch tall- I spent enough time before the shrinking over at hers anyways, playing video games and board games and watching TV together. My world was now her bedroom and her desk, and her pyjama pockets, and her long, flowing curtain of dark hair that I’d become surprisingly adept at climbing up and down. She cared for me, and though it was still difficult, it was getting better- my quality of life was slowly improving again, and I certainly wasn’t complaining about all the time I got to spend with her, nuzzling against her cute, chubby face and sitting on her shoulder resting against her neck while she gamed.
Yet even still, the sheer perspective of it all still awed me sometimes. The first time I’d stared up at her from the floor, standing at her bare feet, had been an awesome and utterly terrifying experience- it took all I had to not have a panic attack looking at her massive toes, each easily big enough to pin me with ease. Standing in the palm of her hand for the first time and being slowly lifted into the air had felt like ascending into the sky- climbing to the top of her head for the first time, like climbing the tallest of mountains. Even at merely five foot two, she was now a colossus to me, and though it had been a few months now and we’d slowly learned how to interact with each other again, sometimes I couldn’t help but stare in awe at just how mind-numbingly huge some of her most normal actions seemed.
Like her eating, for example. While her pretty green eyes were fixated on her computer screen, her hand almost mechanically scooped and stabbed up a forkful of hot, slimy macaroni drenched in a soupy mix of cheese sauce, before bringing it up to her face where it immediately was plunged into the depths of her cavern of a mouth. As soon as the fork had exited her lips again, clean as a whistle, her great jaw began to move up and down, pulverising the mix within and creating an audible squelching noise that only amplified when her lips parted for a moment- Nat had never been the politest eater. After only a few seconds of masticating the massive load of pasta and cheese, her jaw would stop and I’d see the bulge go down her throat, what seemed like so much food to me sent by a simple action into the depths of her body. Even as the bulge was disappearing, her great maw would be wide open once more as another forkful was shovelled in to suffer the same mechanical, saliva-y fate- Nat had also never been the slowest of eaters.
So fast, in fact, that as I was stood there lost in my own thoughts, she appeared to already be finished. This was signalled by the final act in her meal- she set down her fork, picked up the whole bowl in one giant hand, and raised it to her lips. Tilting it just enough, she simply guzzled down the rest of the cheese sauce, the regular bulges down her throat signifying thousands of gallons of soupy, cheesy liquid gushing like a waterfall into the pit of her stomach. For as majestic and almost surreal as it seemed, it only lasted a few seconds, before she set the bowl down again, wet her red lips with her tongue just slightly, and then put her hand to her chestas she felt the gas rising back out from her stomach to release as a monstrous belch.
“URRRRRPPPPPPPPP.” The desk didn’t shake, but given the magnitude of the sound to me at my tiny size, it might as well have done.
Her expression changed to one of embarrassment, and for the first time since starting the bowl of pasta she looked down at me with a sheepish grin. “Sorry”.
Being addressed broke me out of my daydream. “What? Oh,don’t worry about it. Better out than in and all that, haha.” The look on her face morphed again from light-hearted guilt to a knowing smile. “You were watching me eat again, weren’t you?”
My turn to be sheepish. This was by no means the first time my giant girlfriend had caught me staring. “Maybe,” I admitted, in a low voice.
She giggled at me. “Weirdo,” she teased, before returning her gaze to her immense computer screen and letting me immediately fall back into my stream of consciousness. Her jaw, though there was no more left for her to eat, was still slowly moving- almost absent-mindedly, as if her subconscious was picking at something her consciousness wasn’t aware of. It was as if she was poking at something inside her mouth, something that was irritating her- probably a bit of food, I surmised, that had gotten stuck in her teeth as she devoured her meal with astonishing rapidity. Whatever it was in there, it refused to budge, and it meant she was
slowly coming to realise the same thing I had. Her expression changed from blank concentration to one of irritation, brow furrowing as her huge tongue failed to extricate and gulp down whatever remnant of her dinner had stuck tight in between her teeth. “God, this piece of macaroni just won’t budge…” she vented. Not even shoving one of her fingers in her mouth seemed to be able to pry it free, only adding to her frustration. She began cursing at the morsel causing her such irritation, garbling the words spectacularly as she sat there with half her fist in her mouth; “Get out, you motherfucker!” I couldn’t help but laugh a little at her plight- our relationship was built on us ribbing each other, and small things like this were perfect amusement. She looked back down at me again, incredulously.
“I hear you giggling down there, short stuff. The fuck you laughing at?”
Immediately I had my riposte. “Short stuff? Taking that one out for a spin since I’m the only adult alive shorter than you, are we Nat?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Bitch, I could kick your ass when you were taller than me, and I definitely could do it now.”
“Big words from someone who’s currently losing a battle with a sliver of pasta. You’ve heard of toothpicks, right?”
“Yes, I’ve heard of fucking toothpicks-“ was all she responded with before her expression changed suddenly. Her eyes widened, as if she’d just figured something out, before she looked back down at me with a smug, almost predatory smile. This was Nat’s ‘had an idea’ face- and that never usually meant anything good for me.
“You’re about the size of a toothpick. You come get it out.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
She smiled at me with the smug satisfaction of someone who knew that, when push came to shove, she had all the power. “You heard me. You’re the size of a toothpick, I don’t have any just lying around, and you’re clearly so fascinated with me eating, so hop on into my mouth and get thatpiece of pasta out for me.”
“But-“
She cut me off with a pointed finger. “I call girlfriend privileges.”
I slumped. There was no getting out of it now. Girlfriend privileges was something Nat used whenever she wanted to smugly justify something she was doing, or when she wanted me to do something for her. It was her catch-all, trump card, allowing her to justify all kinds of teasing and light-hearted torment. Up until now I had been content to let her get away with it, because I honestly found it pretty cute. I even tried to use the reverse, boyfriend privileges on occasion… to varying degrees of success.
But this was different- this was bigger, and definitely more dangerous. I trusted Natasha, with my life- I wouldn’t have entrusted her with my care post-shrinking if I didn’t. But her mouth was dangerous to me. Climbing into that giant, salivating cavern was not a thought I considered lightly. One wrong move, one accidental twitch of her tongue, one misstep triggering the wrong nerve, and I could end up between her giant, imposing teeth, or drowning in a pit of her saliva, or sucked down her massive throat like the macaroni and cheese before me. We’d come too close only once before, back In the early days after my shrinking. A sudden jerking of her body had flung me off her shoulder and, by unhappy chance, straight into her glass of chocolate milk, where I’d immediately been concealed under the layers of whipped cream she’d adorned it with. Being less accustomed to my presence back then, and not exactly the most attentive as is, it had taken desperately swimming to avoid being sucked into her maw until she finally heard my shouting and screaming, just before she drained the dregs of her glass. To have come so close to taking a full tour of my girlfriend’s digestive tract was not an experience I wanted repeated.
And yet, there was the fascination, the idea of doing something no normal-sized human could do, as well as something else, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, that made the idea of entering her maw so strangely alluring…
“Hey, you down there.” Once again, my train of thought was broken by the impatient voice booming from above me. “You ready to do this, or should I make you massage my feet instead?”
Maybe I was insane, but in that moment I chose to accept my fate. It would be a hell of an experience if nothing else, and besides, this was Natasha. I trusted her.
“Ready. But you better make it up to me if I end up getting eaten.” Why did saying that give me such a rush?
In response, she placed one of her hands, palm side up, onto the desk, motioning for me to get on. Quickly scrambling onto her soft palm, I tried not to lose my balance as she whisked me up to her face.
Even up close, Nat’s giant face was too cute to me. Her big green eyes stared down at me under her glasses, and I could count every dimple in her cheeks. However, given what I was about to do, her lips, which seemed to stretch out half a mile in each direction from me, seemed ominous all of a sudden, even drawn into the cute if somewhat awkward smile she had on. She must be as nervous as I am about this, I surmised. Though she’d never admit that.
And then, the great lips parted suddenly, and I was left staring into the slimy, alien world within.
The first thing to hit me was the hot, humid, stale wall of air that enveloped me as Nat gently exhaled onto me. Her breath, a pungent smell of stale saliva and general haven’t-brushed-in-a-while halitosis was overlaid with the heavy, soupy smell of cheese sauce, evidence of which was still spattered in a yellowish tinge across her monstrous, slimy tongue and in the yellow tinge of the saliva strands vibrating in the breeze of her exhaling. I was struck dumb by how high her wide open maw seemed to extend above me, her huge, rounded, off-white incisors hanging above me ominously, turning from off-white to a similarly dull yellow as her teeth became molars. Everything seemed to glisten with saliva, the drool becoming so bad that it began to leak out of the corner of her lip to pool on her open palm. Her finger reached into her maw and pointed towards one of the boulder-like molars in the back of her mouth, pointing out to me the forlorn-looking glob of pasta that had gotten stuck between it and another.
“Raaht heer. Geh ih ouh, quihhee.”
Nat was loud to me at the best of times, but being right next to the source of her voice almost blew me off her feet- and if that didn’t, the assault of her caustic breath accompanied by raining flecks of saliva did, sending me tumbling onto my arse. Her tongue slithered over her bottom teeth and planted itself on her palm, adding more rivers of saliva to the pool of slobber rapidly forming in her hand that was becoming harder to avoid slipping into. Realising this was my entryway into the sweltering, terrifying cavern before me, I tentatively began to move my way inside.
Her tongue was warm and slimy to the touch, the bumps of her taste buds covered by a sheen of spit. I clambered onto it and unsteadily stood up, getting my balance, before walking slowly but surely under her teeth and into the vast cave. The heat and humidity only got more oppressive as I walked in further, and the heavy stench of her breath only stronger, especially after she slowly retracted her tongue, moving me ever deeper inside. I could feel myself beginning to sweat as I moved deeper, beginning to squelch through the film of cheesy saliva stuck to her tongue. The gentle wind of her breath suddenly became stunted, and a sudden rumbling all through the great cave shifted the floor beneath me and sent her tumbling- only after sitting back up and finding myself coated in the rank, yellow-tinged scum coating her tongue did I realise that Nat was trying to suppress a laugh. Feeling suddenly indignant, my humiliation was only furthered when a glob of saliva dripped from the roof of her maw high above me directly onto my head, drenching me fully in my girlfriend’s drool. Coughing and spluttering, I felt the viscous substance enter my mouth and nose- it tasted as bad as it smelled, if not worse.
“Blech, Nat!” I shouted back out to her through the immense opening of the cave. “Your mouth is disgusting! I better get a bath after this!”
At first, I thought there’d be no indication she heard me, and then I worried she’d try and speak again and blast my eardrums out- but then I saw the immense screen of her phone appear in front of her mouth.
“Stop tickling my tongue, then, and get that piece of pasta out before I swallow you! This drool is getting too much >.<"
Looking around, I could see the saliva pool building around her tongue, and the steady dripping of ever more of it around me as her mouth felt my presence on her tongue and detected me as another morsel to swallow. Looking back into the gloom, where I could see her uvula and the dark opening to her throat, I realised it was better to get a move on than it was sitting around complaining. Now as coated in a thin sheen of foul-smelling saliva as the rest of Nat’s mouth, I steadily got on my feet and more carefully moved deeper into the mouth.
Sure, the experience of walking through my girlfriend’s maw was thus far nowhere short of disgusting, but at the same time it was morbidly fascinating as well. All around me I could hear the inner processes of her giant body- the steady inhale and exhale of her breath, which despite the smell was almost calming, the gentle but deep boom of her heart below me, and the general natural hum of her bodily functions occurring as normal. Occasionally, the great tongue would move ever so imperceptibly underneath me, causing me to stumble, as even trying as hard as she could to keep me steady Nat could only do so much, but eventually I reached the huge barrier of her teeth, each of her yellowed molars at least twice my size and wide enough that I could have lain on them. The piece of macaroni that was my adversary was just out of reach, but a call out to Nat got her to move her tongue just a bit closer with a wet squelch. Placing my hands tentatively on the stuck food and recoiling only slightly at its clammy feel, I spent some time getting a decent grip on it before pulling with all my might. Unfortunately, its time being bathed in Nat’s caustic saliva had only served to weaken its structural integrity, causing the chunk I was holding to simply tear off, and me to fall backwards onto her tongue, eliciting another rumble through the whole cavern as the giant outside tried her hardest not to react by swallowing me whole.
It was then that I saw her phone screen appear again from outside.
“Climb onto my teeth quick, I need to swallow and I don’t want you going down with it”
It didn’t take me long to realise what she wanted to do- and scary as it was, the prospect was better than taking the plunge down Natasha’s gullet. Tentatively, I pulled myself onto her molar, noting the hard, bumpy texture underneath the sheen of saliva and gunky plaque, and laid down, not caring about the grime I was lying in more than the thought of what was about to happen. Even in expecting it, I yelped when her top molars suddenly descended onto me, trapping me in an uncomfortable but blessedly not too painful vice- enough for me to stay put as I watched the phenomenon suddenly taking place in her mouth.
The world grew dark, though not so dark that I couldn’t see, as Nat’s lips closed, sealing me within the oppressive cave. Immediately, her tongue bucked and rose, and gallons upon gallons of spit and drool rushed into the centre of her mouth, some of it gushing against me and threatening to dislodge me. However, much like the food that was so bugging her I was stuck fast, and thus was able to watch as her tongue bucked again, pushing against her palate and sending the lake of spit rushing to the back of her throat. The hum of her insides, already louder from being trapped inside the echo chamber of Nat’s closed maw, rose to a crescendo before her powerful throat muscles expanded and contracted, sending the wave of liquid gushing down into her body.
GLLLRRRKKK
The echo of her gulp reverberated around me- and then, as if nothing had happened, light rushed back into her mouth and a rush of stale, cheesy air blasted past me again as she exhaled, the audible moan of relief vibrating through my body. Her teeth rose, as if permitting me to return to the task at hand. Once again, I was awed by the simple human process that seemed so powerful and deadly to me- in any other situation, with any other person, I’d have been a gibbering wreck by now.
But this was Nat, and I trusted her.
Realising that I actually might have a better chance if I tried to lever the hunk of macaroni from between her teeth rather than pull it, I sat up on her molar and shimmied over to the crevasse-like gap between her teeth. Manoeuvring myself into the gap just behind the food, I anchored myself with my legs and pushed against the pasta with force- and to my delight, it slowly began to move. Emboldened, I repositioned and pushed again, repeating the process until, with one mighty heave, I dislodged the pasta entirely, falling out of the gap between her teeth onto the spongy mass of her tongue alongside the pasta. The sudden gale I felt blow over me signalled the sigh of relief- she felt the food was gone. Finally, I could escape this hot, wet hell and savour my victory.
Nat’s body, however, had other plans. Before I even had a chance to get up, I felt a rumbling from below, as if something was travelling up her throat from below. As I realised what was happening and my thoughts changed from worried curiosity to abject horror, however, the world once again darkened around me, and that now-familiar internal hum once again reached a crescendo before, in turn, her throat muscles expanded, the light flooded back and a roaring sound filled the air.
“URRRRRRPPPPPPP.”
The involuntary belch ripped through Nat’s mouth, carrying with it a noxious stench of digesting slurry and the acidic hint of vomit. Stunned by the eardrum-ratting sound and the gale of foul-smelling air, I found myself entirely at her body’s mercy, skidding along her tongue and collecting a scraping of scum and saliva before me. By the time it ended, I found myself in the middle of her tongue, flat on my stomach and staring out of her great jaws, dazed and coated in abhorrent gunk. Before I could even collect my thoughts, clean myself off a little, even shout out another exclamation of disgust, however, chaos erupted once more.
Natasha’s lips closed again, sealing me in the gloom once more. Almost instantly her tongue bucked, sending me sliding back across her tongue towards the back of her mouth, where I could feel the lumps of the bigger tastebuds underneath me. Realising this time what was happening, I tried to scream, “Nat, wai-“ before my body was covered in a gushing torrent of slimy, foul-smelling saliva again, leaving me coughing and spluttering, unable to react as her tongue bucked once again, and I felt myself slide rapidly down, not even given a chance to rapidly scrabble up her tongue as the hum reached its final crescendo and the terrifying squelch of her swallow ripped through my ears.
GLLLRRRRRRKKKKKK
With one involuntary gulp, my girlfriend had swallowed me whole.
The tight, slimy tube of her throat constricted on my body, peristalsis pushing me downwards, deeper into Nat’s massive body. Bathed in a mix of saliva and now mucus from the slimy walls, I was too occupied coughing and spluttering to even cry out as the boom of het heartbeat, now appreciably faster, picked up and then faded again, alongside the muffled cries of apology above me as Nat freaked out over swallowing me. The roar of the stomach below me only got closer and louder, until before long I found myself squeezed through a tight sphincter and into the churning ooze below me, landing with a splat into the gunk.
The chamber was oppressively hot, almost completely dark, and excessively humid. Immediately, I was made lightheaded by the lack of oxygen and the almost toxic-smelling stench of vomit and digesting macaroni and cheese. All around me, the gurgling and growling of the stomach was almost deafening, echoing around the slimy chamber constantly. I could feel myself sinking into the muck as the whole chamber shook, yet I couldn’t find the energy to pull myself out of it- as my whole body was enveloped in the warmth of Nat’s stomach juices, I quickly found myself passing out.
When I came to, it was sudden, as I found myself quite suddenly under a stream of cold water. Coughing and spluttering as it entered my nose, eyes and mouth, it mercifully quickly shut off, and blinking the water out of my eyes I found myself looking up at Nat’s beautiful face, creased with worry and clearly stained by tears. When she saw me looking up at her, she immediately began tearing up again, blubbering apologies at me and thanking God that I was alright. I let her continue until I properly came to, subconsciously checking myself over- aside from some itchiness on my limbs which I surmised must have been from my short stay in her stomach, I seemed to be fine. Interrupting her crying and frantic apologising, I attempted an sly smile, which likely came off more as an awkward one, and attempted to crack a joke.
“Geez, Nat, if you wanted rid of me that badly you could have just told me….”
This set her off to crying again, and suddenly I found myself bundled against her soft, warm cheek, pulled into the closest equivalent we had to a hug. Initially surprised by the speed of it all, I quickly reoriented myself, and nuzzled against her to let her know her apology was accepted, noting with some irony that I hadn’t been too far from the very cheek I was nuzzling against not too long ago.
Once she’d calmed down and made herself some hot chocolate (with an extra little drop for me), we sat down together, and she explained what had happened. After involuntarily swallowing me, she’d immediately realised what had happened, and nearly had a panic attack. Ironically, this had helped, as by the time she frantically ran to the bathroom to attempt to save me she was already on the verge of throwing up. After chucking up the contents of her stomach and frantically scanning for my body in the sick, she’d fished me out and immediately checked to see if I was still breathing, before taking me over to the sink and washing the rest of her stomach contents off of me- hence how I found myself waking up under a waterfall.
“You’re really not mad at me?” she asked, looking down at me with worry.
I smiled up at her. “Not at all, hun. Though perhaps don’t try and use me as a toothpick again.”
She smiled sheepishly. “It seemed like a good idea at the time, okay?”
“I know, I know, and I did agree to it, so I’m at least partially to blame. But to be fair, you did call girlfriend privileges.” I paused to take a sip of the tiny cup of hot chocolate in front of me. “Which reminds me…”
The look I was given once again became incredulous, and her voice became thick with it. “What?”
“You owe me a lot of boyfriend privileges for this.”
Even worried and sorry as she was, she still scowled, and I couldn’t stop myself from bursting out laughing.