Chapter 12

Melissa wasn’t wasting any time. Within two seconds, she had carefully snatched Steve up from between her breasts, using her thumb and forefinger to gently grab onto the back of his neck. Steve had known this was coming, but he couldn’t help but feel the dramatic roiling of his insides as Melissa hoisted him up toward her face. Even though she was deliberately moving her hand slowly, it still felt like he was on a roller coaster. But all his discomfort and disorientation abruptly stopped a moment later; Melissa was now dangling him, quite still, in front of her vast face, which was smiling ear to ear.

“Mmmmm!” she exclaimed in an exaggerated voice, licking her full lips with that huge, long tongue that issued forth with slow, distinct purpose, “What a lucky lady I am! I’ve got my own little chocolate man, fresh out of the box!”

“Heheh…okay, Melissa,” chuckled Steve, who was getting a little nervous despite himself. He knew that she wasn’t going to do anything too crazy, since she was…responsible and all…but that massive tongue of hers, and the way it was moving, was awakening some primal fears from deep within his mind. He felt his legs starting to move back and forth uneasily on their own accord, as if they were preparing to kick madly should the black hole of Melissa’s mouth suddenly open to receive him. Without even realizing it, he was laser-focused on her mouth, and in particular on that tongue of hers that continued to slowly slide itself across those full, red lips, lightly wetting them…perhaps in preparation.

And then Steve saw the lips crack slightly open, revealing the barest hint of the cavernous, impossibly-dark chamber of her mouth, and the oblivion that it led to. He felt his body beginning to seize up in pure, animalistic panic. In the moment, he wasn’t thinking rationally, and started thrashing his legs wildly. But then, almost immediately, Melissa had pivoted her hand underneath him, and was gently depositing his body down in the thick, warm, cushy crevices of her palm. Steve came to his senses almost instantly, and, looking up, saw Melissa’s face looming above him, looking decidedly amused.

“Gee, why were you kicking so much?” she asked, her eyebrows spasming up slightly with humor. “I was going to let you get comfortable before I cleaned you off!”

“What, so…so you weren’t just gonna let me hang there?” asked Steve sarcastically, finding his voice, “And, like…lick me like a lollipop?”

“Mmm when you put it like that,” hummed Melissa playfully, bringing her face slowly closer to him, “It does have a lovely little ring to it. But noooo, no, you’re way too small to be a lollipop, Steve.”

“Oh…am I, now?” he retorted, though he didn’t feel like he had much ground to stand on, so to speak, in this argument. He was, after all, only one inch tall.

“Mhmm, way too small,” Melissa nodded slowly, with her big eyes trained on his body. “You’re more like one of those…ohhh darn, what do you call them? Those little hard candy things that are shaped like fruit…especially the banana one…guuuhh they have a cute little name…what is ittt?”

“Runts?” Steve heard himself say, and the words had hardly escaped his mouth before he was already rolling his eyes at himself. ‘Damn, walked straight into that one,’ he thought glumly to himself.

“Runts!” exclaimed Melissa delightedly, her face positively lighting up. “Yes!! That’s it!! Hahaha oh wow I knew the name was perfect for you!”

Steve sighed and tried to shrug his shoulders, but as he did so, he realized that the melted chocolate had started to harden all across his body, encasing him in a thin “shell.” When he moved his shoulders, some of the chocolate actually crumbled off his upper body into Melissa’s hand. She didn’t seem to notice, though, despite her face being so close to his body. It occurred to Steve that, even at this short distance, what was obvious to him wasn’t at all obvious to her. The size difference between them was so profound that they more or less lived in two different realities. Steve could feel himself getting aroused again, thinking about how utterly she dwarfed him, so he made sure to hurry up and speak before Melissa noticed him getting hard.

“So I’m just gonna be…chocolate man now, huh?” he quipped, spreading his arms out so that more of the hardened chocolate came flaking off.

“Mmmm the tastiest, most scrumptious little chocolate boy in the worrrrrld!” Melissa purred, bringing him up even closer to her face. Her teasing playfulness, and the total control she had over him, made Steve feel hopelessly outmatched. Something about being this close to her mouth, smelling her sweet breath washing over him, as he felt his body instinctually reacting to each little movement of her lips and tongue…it was all so incredibly erotic…but frustrating too at the same time. Hadn’t she promised to grow him up to 3 inches!?

“Okay, okay Mr. M&M,” Melissa giggled, “I can tell you’re getting impatient. It’s just soooo hard not to tease you.”

“Well I’m very happy that I can be such a source of…amusement for you, Melissa,” Steve replied, trying as hard as he could to affect a dry, casually indifferent tone as he put his hands on his hips, chocolate flaking off all around him. “So happy that I can be…uhm…that I can keep you…uhhh…”

His voice had suddenly faltered, because Melissa’s tongue had come out again. But this time, she wasn’t playing around. Before Steve could react, he found himself completely caught up in the warm, wet embrace of her tongue’s python hold. It was incredible – in an instant, Steve was hoisted off his feet, a few inches up from Melissa’s palm, as she wrapped her tongue around him, pinning his arms to his sides and totally immobilizing his legs. And then, to Steve’s horror, she began furling her tongue back inward, drawing his body inexorably toward the widening, gaping abyss of her open mouth. Steve couldn’t kick his feet this time; he couldn’t even move his arms. All he could do was fruitlessly, stupidly wave his hands back and forth, with his arms completely incapacitated, as Melissa pulled him in.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaahahahaahaaaammmmmmoorrrrrrllllllwwwwwooollllll!”

As she drew Steve’s body into her mouth, Melissa made a loud, exaggerated “Aaa!” sound, and although Steve was too close to her face to notice, she had raised her eyebrows and was staring wide-eyed down at him, looking like a crazed, hungry woman who was about to devour a tiny man. She cracked herself up making this face, and started shaking a little with her barely-repressed laughter. But she knew that it probably wasn’t the best idea to lose focus on her main task, and so, controlling her mirth, she pulled Steve’s body completely into her mouth with what she thought was a nice sexy sound to go along with it. Once he was completely inside her mouth, she paused, relaxing her tongue a little…and she felt Steve’s body drop down right on top of it, in the middle…and he wasn’t moving. She had expected him to be thrashing around, or at least to be trying to stand up and run out of her mouth, but he wasn’t. He was just lying there on her tongue. Melissa knew he was okay; she knew that she had been gentle and hadn’t hurt him.

‘He’s lying there because he’s scared,’ she thought, feeling a bit sorry for him, even as her heart melted from the cuteness and the excitement of having him completely in her mouth. ‘But he’s got nothing to be afraid of. I just need to show him some love.’

And with that, she breathed in a long, deep breath through her nose, and began gently, lovingly sucking on Steve’s body. Her big tongue rose and undulated a little, raising his body up to the roof of her mouth, where she could develop some good suction. She tasted the sweet chocolate on his body, mixed with the slightest salty tinge from his skin, and couldn’t help but utter an “Mmmmmm!” of surprised approval. Steve was so tiny that she hadn’t expected to be able to taste any of him, especially with the overpowering sweetness of the chocolate, but the slight saltiness was a delicious surprise.

‘Sweet and salty,’ she thought to herself, as she lovingly brushed him over to the inside of her right cheek with her tongue, where she could suck on him some more like a little piece of candy. ‘Mmmmm, I should try this more often! Maybe dunk him in a strawberry milkshake or…mmmm, or melted butterscotch! Haha so many possibilities…’

For the next minute or so, Melissa made sure to move Steve around in her mouth, trying him in different positions as she continued cleaning him off with her tongue and her mouth’s suction. She propped him upright with her tongue behind her bottom teeth and licked his back; she navigated him into the corner of her left cheek and sucked on him sideways; and then, just to be sure he was all cleaned up in every nook and cranny and crevice, she used her tongue to flip him upside down, gently pressing his little body into the plush fullness of her lips, protecting him from her closed teeth, as she tenderly speared the tip of her tongue in between his tiny legs. There was a bit more chocolate there, so Melissa got rewarded with another dash of sweetness, but right at the same time, she felt Steve’s little body start shaking and spasming, vibrating against her tongue. She started to get worried, but then, right before she opened her mouth, she felt an unmistakable little dash of something ping into her tongue. If it had been any other part of her body, Melissa might not have even noticed, but her tongue was very sensitive. She felt it, and then, only a second later, she tasted it…the telltale salty sign of something she had tasted a lot of before.

‘Oh my god,’ she thought, ‘What a precious little baby! I was just too much for him…haha, I wasn’t even trying to give him an orgasm! I was just trying to make sure that he was all cleaned up before I grew him back a little…soooo cute!’

She wrapped her tongue all the way around Steve’s body and gave him one last, long suck, to make sure she had cleaned up and swallowed down all the chocolate and cum. In the process, an idea popped into her head…an idea that she knew was ‘wrong,’ but that aroused her all the same:

‘I could just eat him,’ she thought. ‘Swallow him down, give him a little tour of my digestive system…heheh he’s small enough to breathe inside me…he needs next to no oxygen…oooh it would be so sexy!’

But she stopped herself, balking at actually putting the idea into action. The reason was simple: she wasn’t one hundred percent positive that he would survive. He was, after all, only an inch tall, and very fragile. She would never forgive herself if she let him get injured in any way…or worse.

‘No, no, I can’t play with him that way,’ she thought to herself, pressing his body into the smooth inside of her cheek one last time (she loved feeling his body sink into the wall of her cheek like that), ‘Not at this size, at least.’

The next moment, she had laid his body out on her tongue and stuck it out of her mouth. Looking down at the pointed triangular tip of her extended tongue – and having to cross her eyes a bit to see him properly – Melissa saw Steve’s naked body, shining with her saliva, lying there prone, his little chest rising and falling rapidly, like he had just finished running a marathon.

“Uuueeellll?” Melissa asked humorously, mispronouncing everything because her tongue was occupied, “Aaaal cleeeammm!”

Steve didn’t immediately answer. He had to take some time to catch his breath, and to steady himself after the whirlwind he had just been put through. But finally, righting himself, he stood up shakily on her tongue, so that the top of his head was just below her nose.

“Could you…please warn me?” he asked, still out of breath, his body hunched over, “Next time you do something like that?”

*Pppppthhhuuuuuhhh*

Melissa wriggled her tongue and spat a burst of air at him, causing him to tumble backward off her tongue, directly into the warm, awaiting palm of her hand.

“Oh come on Steve,” she chided, “You really didn’t know what I was about to do?”

“I…my mind kinda went blank when you stuck me in your mouth,” Steve replied, standing up and putting his hands on his hips. Melissa pursed her lips tightly to avoid breaking out into giggles; it was just so cute whenever Steve was all annoyed and put his hands on his hips like that…or crossed his arms. It was absolutely adorable.

“What?” Steve demanded, noticing Melissa’s trembling lips. “What’s so funny?”

“You are,” she said softly, exhaling gently onto his head, forcing him to brace his body to prevent himself from falling backward. “I know you hate that you’re so adorable, but I’m sorry, I don’t think you can help it.”

Steve thought for a few seconds and had no comeback. He wasn’t even sure that she knew that he had come in her mouth. He found himself relaxing as he recalled how amazing that had all felt, despite his fear.

“I, uhm…” he heard himself saying a moment later, as he scratched the back of his head, “Sorry I kinda freaked out there. I know you weren’t gonna let anything happen to me.”

“Aww, honey I’m sorry that I made you feel scared,” Melissa replied immediately, her eyebrows going up in tender affection.

“It actually felt really good,” Steve continued, “Your tongue, I mean.”

Melisssa’s eyebrows went up. “Yeah?” she asked sultrily, extending her tongue out and licking the top of her lip quickly back and forth, “It felt good?”

“Mhm…” Steve felt his face getting red. He didn’t quite know why he was bringing this up, but he at least felt like Melissa shouldn’t get the idea that he hated being in her mouth…if she did, then she might not pull that same trick again…and her tongue…he was already thinking back to how amazing it had felt, to be wrapped up and dominated like that.

“I, uh…I don’t know if you felt it,” he blurted out, “But I actually had a…a, uh…”

Melissa blinked and stared at him blankly. At first she didn’t know what he was trying to say, but then the realization dawned on him and her eyes widened as she opened her mouth.

“Oh…ohhhhhhhh! Ahahaha you had an orgasm, is what you mean?”

Steve nodded sheepishly. Melissa lowered her face to her open palm, and playfully nudged his tiny body with her nose.

“I know, silly!” she breathed down at him. “I tasted it!”

“Y-You…you did?!” exclaimed Steve. He was surprised that Melissa hadn’t said something about it already. Could it be that she had been trying to spare him the embarrassment? He went a darker shade of red, and looked down at the palm he was standing on. Melissa could be a klutz sometimes…all of the time, actually…but it was times like these that Steve thought that maybe, just maybe, he underestimated her sometimes.

“Mmhmmmm,” Melissa purred, smiling as she straightened and rose back up to her full height, walking over to her desk. “And it was the perrrrrfect little shot of salt to add to the sweetness of the chocolate.”

“Eheh, well I’m…glad I could complete the recipe,” Steve joked. But the next moment he had to focus on maintaining his balance, because Melissa was depositing him onto her desk. He “tumbled” out of her palm, though he managed to keep his feet, since at this point he was so used to jumping out of her hand onto whatever surface she had chosen for him. He stood there on her desk now, staring up at her towering form, as she silently regarded him.

“So, uh…what’re we doing here?” he asked a few moments later. He couldn’t exactly place the look she was giving him. Was it…wistfulness!?

“Sorry,” Melissa replied, taking a deep breath, “I was just getting one last look at the one-inch you before I grow you back to three inches.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course!” Steve almost yelled. He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten about all that. Just…being eaten alive and getting his entire body sucked on until he came…maybe that had had something to do with it.

“Heh, you already forgot,” Melissa teased, flipping her tongue out again and flicking it at him. “Guess it doesn’t take much to make your little mind wander, huh?”

“I wouldn’t sell your tongue short, Melissa,” came Steve’s reply.

“Oh right,” she laughed, “It’s just a tongue to me, but to you it’s like a…a….uhhh…” She creased her eyebrows and stuck out her tongue, waving it back and forth as she brainstormed a comparison while staring hard at the floor. Steve watched her, and now it was his turn to try and hold in his laughter. She really had no idea how ridiculous she looked.

“A sunfish!” she called out triumphantly, raising her fist in the air. Steve stared up at her quizzically, having no idea what a sunfish looked like. Melissa noticed his puzzlement and slowly lowered her fist, almost in apologetic embarrassment.

“You know…a sunfish!” she repeated. “They’re really big fish that just kinda…uh, swim around and sometimes bask on the ocean surface…that’s where they get their name.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Melissa,” chuckled Steve, shaking his head. She paused for a moment, absorbing the fact that her analogy had fallen a bit flat, but then shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms.

“Now,” she grinned, bouncing her eyebrows, “Who’s ready to get bigger?!”

Steve put his hand up, feeling silly.

“Huh!?” asked Melissa with exaggeration, putting her hands on her thick hips and bending forward, so that her face was looming over him. “I didn’t hear an answer – I asked who’s ready to get bigger??”

“I…I am,” Steve mumbled, with his hand still halfheartedly raised.

“Hmmmm, yes, now that I look at you,” Melissa hummed, standing back up to her full height and looking down on him carefully, “You do look rather puny.”

“Uh-huh, wonder how I got this way?” Steve mused.

“Like you could really put some meat on your bones,” Melissa continued.

“Surely it wasn’t a mad scientist who gave me a crazy diet pill,” Steve continued, trying to ignore her teasing.

“I mean, just look at that!” Melissa persisted, bending down and putting her pinkie finger down next to his body. “You’re like…not even half as tall as my little finger! Haha…and it’s soooo much thicker than your little torso! Adoooorable!”

Steve sighed and rolled his eyes. “Can we just get on with it?” he pleaded.

“Sorry, sorry!” Melissa chuckled, taking her finger away. “I’ve just loved having you at this size for so long…but you’re right, it’ll be fun when you’re three inches.” She gave him a lewd, suggestive look. “More cock to suck on!”

Steve opened his mouth and closed it again. Melissa sure could be dorky sometimes, but then she followed it straight up with stuff like that and…he didn’t know what to make of her. But his attention was now on what she was doing. She was messing with a little tincture of something in a dark bottle, which had a screw-on top that was connected to a plastic dropper. Steve watched carefully, his heart starting to beat quickly. It was actually happening – he was going to get bigger again! And even though he was only growing two inches, from his perspective, he was tripling in size.

Melissa frowned, narrowing her eyes in the way that she did when she was extra-focused on something. For the next few minutes, she added ingredients to the mixture without talking. Generally, when she was running experiments, she would banter with Steve, but her silence at this point made Steve feel comfortable; he could tell that she was taking this extra-seriously. Finally, after about ten minutes, she added the last ingredient, which had been “charged” with a kind of electrical current that she had administered through a coil of copper wire.

“Aaaand the silver ions,” Melissa murmured, satisfied. Her eyes traveled downward to Steve, her mouth a little open and poised in a kind of knowing smile. “You don’t want a rundown of all the ingredients, do you?”

“I…think I’ll pass on that,” Steve replied. He was actually interested, but he knew that a “rundown” of the ingredients was going to take twenty minutes, since Melissa was sure to go off on some crazy tangent. He wasn’t going to open up that can of worms, not when he was this excited to get bigger.

“Just…tell me you know what an ion is,” Melissa ventured hopefully. Steve sighed, slouching his shoulders and shaking his head.

“Oh my g–what did they teach you in that school!?” she burst out.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t a science major!” he bellowed back, waving his arms.

“An ion is an atom or molecule with a net electrical charge!” she exclaimed. “Either positive or negative!”

“Great!” yelled Steve. “I’m sooooo happy you know that, now can I please have the ions…all the silver ions, give them to me!” He lost his head in the moment and began dancing around in place like a crazy person.

“Aww look at you,” Melissa cooed, putting her hand over her mouth. “Soooo cute…okay, okay, I’m gonna give this to you now so I don’t change my mind. You’re just…you have no idea how adorable you look right now.”

She carefully lowered the dropper and lightly squeezed it, depositing a single drop of cerulean-colored liquid on her desk that shimmered slightly when the light hit it. The drop was tiny, but to Steve it looked as big around as a large pizza, and was as tall as his shins.

“So…what do I do?” he asked, eying the mixture uncertainly. It had a pleasant, slightly metallic scent, like a weird mixture between flowers and wet steel.

“Drink it!” Melissa said simply. “There’s more than enough there to grow you the right amount. Once you get enough of it in your system, the ions will do the trick, but if you drink more than you need, it won’t affect anything.”

“It won’t make me grow more?” Steve asked.

Melissa shook her head. “No, it just might make you gassy.”

“Well god forbid,” Steve muttered, and, feeling slightly silly, he got on his hands and knees, lowered his face to the dot of liquid, and started to drink. The effect was immediately invigorating; the mixture was slightly carbonated, so it felt like he was drinking a strange, experimental soda…which wasn’t too far from the truth. He soon lost himself in his task, and within a couple minutes, the dot was over half gone.

“Heheh okay,” came Melissa’s amused voice. “I think that’s more than enough.” She had taken a seat in her chair and had her elbows propped up on her desk, with her chin resting on her hands as she watched him drink.

“I…but I think I should drink more,” Steve replied, clearing his throat a little. “I don’t feel any different.”

“No?” asked Melissa wryly, “Why don’t you stand up.”

Steve did, puzzled, and immediately felt strange. Everything was still huge around him, but…it wasn’t quite as huge as before. The desk wasn’t as much of a frontier; he could even see all the way to the edge now! Melissa was grinning down at him, enjoying his dawning realization. Her forearms still looked gigantic, but instead of 10-story buildings, they only looked like 3-story buildings now. His eyes blinked rapidly, trying to take in all the changes at once, which was quite overwhelming.

“I…I don’t believe it,” he exhaled. “I’m…I’m actually bigger!”

“Well not that much bigger,” Melissa teased, extending out her pinkie finger next to him again. “But bigger than my pinkie now!”

It was true, but only barely – Steve saw that, with her finger on the desk next to him, Melissa’s pinkie knuckle came up to his neck. He looked at the comparison, and then back up at her, an unabashedly happy smile plastered across his face. Melissa smiled back at him, moved by his elation.

“Awww, you’re so happy,” she murmured, gently petting his head with the pad of her pinkie. “Baby steps, right? Hahaha, now that I know I’m on the right track, I can tweak the formula and get you even bigger soon.”

“Soon!?” Steve asked hopefully.

“Well…soon-ish,” she chuckled. “Anyway, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Who knows, you may love being 3 inches tall, and won’t want to grow back!”

“I’m…not seeing that happening,” Steve replied dryly. But even as he answered, he could feel the scale and intrigue of the world at this new size beginning to take him in. And her breasts…he couldn’t ignore those. They weren’t the mythological-behemoths they had been before, but, paradoxically, now that he was three inches tall, they almost looked bigger to him. He could see more clearly the rising and falling of the entire fleshy rack itself as she breathed, and only in doing that could he appreciate the gargantuan enormity of the duo. From his perspective, each of them were still bigger than entire rooms. He could easily get lost in them…he wanted to get lost in them.

But just then, Melissa had picked him up and, the next moment, had put him straight down in front of his “house,” the dollhouse that Melissa had bought especially for him. And everything was now perfectly to scale! The doors, the windows…everything! He felt a rush of excitement, even as he felt a bit silly.

“Now you’re the size of a tiny little doll!” Melissa announced happily. “PERFECT for living in your precious little dollhouse! And now, of course, the first order of business…”

Steve was silent for a second as he looked up at Melissa, who was staring down at him with her eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Uhhhh…what is that, exactly?” he asked.

“Psssh!” Melissa snorted, throwing up her hands, like the answer had been obvious, “Making your bed aaaaall by yourself, of course!” And before Steve could roll his eyes and utter a sarcastic response, Melissa had suddenly cupped her big tits in her hands and was bending over low, shaking them menacingly close to the roof, which looked rather small in comparison.

“And if you don’t do your chores,” Melissa warned, leaning her giant, fleshy breasts on top of the roof, which began to groan out in protest, “I don’t think your roof can withstand these babies!”