Drew woke up on his girlfriend’s pillow. The room was lit up by the early morning sunshine. Jess was lying next to him, her face only a few inches away from his body. She had woken up a couple minutes earlier and was watching him sleep.

            “Hey,” she greeted him. The two were lying together naked, thoughts of last night still fresh in their minds. Jess leaned over and kissed Drew. She meant it as a kiss on the cheek, but that was hard to accomplish when her boyfriend’s face was half a centimeter long. “I’m going to make breakfast. Care to join me?”

            “Sure, but I’ll walk there myself if that’s okay.”

            “You just want to watch me leave,” she teased. That was absolutely part of it, but he mainly felt bad that she always carried him everywhere. He knew his size was inconvenient and didn’t want to burden her anymore than he already was. Jess got off the bed and slowly walked to her dresser. Her hips swayed like a pendulum, knowing full-well where Drew’s attention was. She pulled out a plain pair of panties and put them on and then left for the kitchen.

            Drew leaped off the pillow onto the mattress and walked to the edge. Jumping off the bed onto the carpet below probably wouldn’t have killed him, but it would hurt like hell, so he took the safer route of repelling down the bed sheets. Working in an office designed for big people, Drew had plenty of experience climbing furniture way too big for him and made it to the floor with ease.

            “Aw shit, I forgot my clothes were up there.” He looked up the great wall of bed and decided they weren’t worth the trouble. He didn’t want to keep Jess waiting. Fortunately for him, her apartment wasn’t that big, so it only took a few minutes for him to reach the kitchen. She was standing by the counter pouring Cheerios into a bowl and heating up a glass of milk. Walking right up to her feet, Drew craned his neck to look at her tower over him. Sometimes, it felt unreal how different their perspectives were. Simply moving her foot over a couple inches would flatten him. Pinching him with her fingers could crush him. She could do anything to him, put him wherever she wanted, and there was nothing he could do about it. It filled him with awe, how gentle she was in spite of the power she wielded over him.

            “Oh, there you are,” Jess said. She was relieved to finally see him; she had kept scanning the floor while he was away, terrified of stepping on him by accident. She picked him up slowly off the floor, careful not to give him whiplash as she brought him to the kitchen table. “I had this idea I think you’ll be into.” She placed her cereal bowl onto the table and poured in the hot milk. “You ever eat breakfast in a hot tub? Figured it would be relaxing after all the work it took you to get here.” She flattened her hand alongside the bowl for Drew to use as a step. He climbed into the bowl. The milk was hot, but it felt incredibly soothing as Drew lowered himself into it. Jess laughed at the tiny man sitting calmly in her cereal.

            Her spoon dove into the center of the bowl, scooping up some Cheerios and sending small waves rippling towards Drew. The tiny man had a front row seat of the cereal’s ascent into her ginormous mouth. Watching her eat reminded him of something Chris had said. Is sitting in her breakfast as she eats it one of those warning signs he was talking about? he thought. He mulled it over a bit, taking note of the pulverized cereal coating the inside of her mouth. Nah.

            “You know, I don’t have anything planned for today,” Jess said. “If you want, you could hang here and chill.”

            “Sounds great.” Drew grabbed a Cheerio floating next to him and bit into it. It crumbled like sand in his mouth, and he had to take a gulp of milk to choke it down. “Ok, I know big food can be bland, but there is straight up no flavor to this.”

            “Oh, I buy the plain ones. I’m trying to cut back on sugar,” she explained. “Sorry, I should have gotten you something when I was at the store.” She looked around her kitchen for something he could eat, but all she had was food her size.

            “It’s fine. I’ll manage.”

…

            The two sat down on the couch surrounded by a bevy of snacks. They had stopped at the corner store to stock up on tiny foods for Drew. The selection wasn’t great, but they managed to pick out some sodas and chips he liked. When they got back, Jess dug through her closet to find a tiny controller that came bundled with her PS5. She never though she’d have a use for the thing, but now she was glad she had kept it.

            They were playing Guilty Gear, a fighting game they both felt confident in. They started with a few casual matches, Drew wanted time to “adjust to the bigger screen,” before upping the ante.

            “Best of five. If I win, you’ve got to spend ten minutes in my sock,” Jess proposed, wiggling her toes in his face.

            “And if I win?”

            “You can spend 10 minutes in my bra.” Drew liked his odds. He had been playing the game with Chris since launch and did fairly well online. From the practice matches they played, it was clear Jess knew how to play. She played it safe, getting hits in where she could and not going for big combos. It wouldn’t be a seamless victory, but he had a real shot.

            “Heavenly! Potemkin! Buster!” Jess shouted, rounding out the set with a perfect. Three matches went by in the blink of an eye. Drew managed to squeak out a victory one round but was otherwise decimated. As soon as the real matches started, Jess stopped holding back and executed everything she had been labbing. Drew looked to his girlfriend with his mouth agape. She was cackling maniacally while pulling her sock off her foot. Excuses rushed through his mind, anything that could get him out of his punishment. Nothing. Drew fled across the sofa cushion in a fruitless attempt to escape. “Nuh-uh. A deal’s a deal, babe.” Her fingers collapsed around him like the bars of a cage and scooped him up.

            His light was snuffed out as her hand grasped him. The darkness lasted a few seconds before he fell into a world of white. He dropped to the bottom of her sock. The soft linen was dampened by her sweat. He was overwhelmed by the odor which only grew stronger as the massive foot forced its way inside. She pulled her sock up tight, catching Drew under her toes and pressing him against the ball’s edge. Her toes rolled along his back; it would have felt soothing were he not confined to his linen prison.

            Jess switched over to online matches while fiddling with her boyfriend. She sat cross-legged, so he at least didn’t have to worry about being mashed into the floor. As she played, her focus shifted from her foot to the game, causing her body to respond automatically to the game’s stimulants. With each combo she landed, her toes squeezed Drew like a stress ball. The better she did the harder she squeezed and the more her soles sweated as she climbed higher and higher in rank. Twenty minutes went by as she switched into the flow state, forgetting about Drew entirely.

            It wasn’t until she lost that she finally remembered the tiny man in her sock. “Oh shit.” She pulled off her sock and dropped Drew onto her palm. He was breathing heavy and covered in sweat but otherwise unharmed. “Want a rematch? I’ll go easy on you this time.” He flipped her off, laughing between breaths.

…

            That night, the two lied together in bed. They had to get up early for work the next day but wanted to have a little fun before falling asleep.

            “Hey, this is going to sound weird, but can I put you in my mouth?” Jess requested. She blushed a little as she spoke. “I just want to know what you’d feel like in there. And taste like.” Sirens blared in Drew’s head. This wasn’t so much a warning sign as it was a point of no return.

“You’re not thinking of swallowing me, right?” he had to ask.

“No way! I’d never!” She looked away and threw her hands into her face. “That was a stupid thing to ask. I’m sorry. Don’t be upset.” Her reaction seemed genuine enough. Drew thought about it. Hundreds of thousands of years of evolution pleaded with him to stay out of her mouth, to draw a line in the sand, to set some boundaries, to avoid any chance of being devoured.

“It’s cool. I’ll do it.” What did he have to lose? Besides his life. It might be fun, he thought.

“Really?” She peeked though her fingers to see the tiny nodding in agreement. “Thanks. I promise I won’t hurt you.” She delicately peeled off his pajamas and lifted him to her mouth. A warm, minty wave blew onto him as her tongue unfurled from its lair. Peering into the back of her throat gave Drew second thoughts, but he wasn’t backing down now. She lowered him onto her tongue and pulled him inside. The first thing he noticed was how humid the air was. He had felt it in short bursts whenever he was near enough to be breathed on, but the inside of her mouth was stifling. At least her breath smelled good, having just brushed her teeth. Her tongue, his floor, was soft and wet like a rain-drenched mattress, conforming to his weight as he knelt down on it. The little light he had quickly vanished as her lips closed around him. Drew was suddenly pushed upward into the roof of her mouth, pushed into the ribbed surface by Jess’ upturned tongue. The sodden muscle grinded against his body, coating him with saliva as her tastebuds brushed across every inch of him. The tip of her tongue focused in on his crotch, noticing how erect he had become. Jess had to stifle back a laugh, not wanting to lose her grip on her lover. She curled her tongue around him, completely enclosing him within the muscle, and continued pleasuring him. It was the most immersive blowjob a man could ever get, and it wasn’t long before he came all over her tongue.

Her lips parted and her fingers closed in on the tiny, taking hold of him so she could swallow. He was brought back outside her mouth. The outside air was chilling against his soaking wet body. Jess’ face was buried in euphoria; she seemed to enjoy the experience even more than Drew did.

“Was I tasty?” he asked, snapping Jess out of her stupor.

“Absolutely,” she said. “Savory. A little salty. Kind of like salami but not as greasy. No, a little sweeter than that.” She racked her brain on how to describe his flavor. “It’s subdued. Easy to savor but doesn’t leave a strong aftertaste. You’d go well with just about anything.” Her mouth was practically drooling as she spoke. The only thought going through Drew’s head was that he could never tell Chris about any of this. “Thank you for going along with this. Now, it’s your turn. Tell me what you want me to do for you, and I’ll do it.” Drew pretended to think long and hard about it.

“Can I sit in your butt, like between the cheeks?” he asked all giddy.

“Hah! That almost sounds normal compared to what I put you through.” Jess slid her panties down her legs and grabbed Drew. Laying on her belly, she lowered him onto her ass and pushed him between her heavenly buns. Sandwiched between her glutes, enveloped in warmth, Drew’s whole body relaxed and dozed off. Jess rested her head on her pillow, the tiny’s flavor still running through her mind, and joined him in slumber.