“Evan Thompson?” Leslie called out, that name sounding vaguely familiar as she read it off of the form. Her eyes rose up from the computer screen, scanning the largely empty waiting room of the dental clinic where she was currently employed. Though, based on the ten minute dressing down she had received from her boss, the future status of her gainful employment here could only be described as tenuous at best.
“Oh, hey. Leslie, right?” Her eyes met with the man who had just addressed her, evidently Evan Thompson, who rose up from his seat, casually tossing a magazine down on the coffee table before he quickly and confidently walked across the waiting room. Leslie eyed him inquisitively. Obviously he knew her and some part of her felt as though she should probably know him as well, though as she continued to dig through her memory banks, she came up blank as to what the connection was. “It’s Evan… Evan Thompson.”
Leslie had to actively prevent her eyes from rolling. Did he really think that his name was going to rectify the obvious disconnect between them? She had literally just read his name out less than ten seconds ago. So what fucking help was that? However, instead of voicing her thoughts on his stupid fucking clarification, Leslie simply forced out a wide smile as she gave him a polite little wave. For his part, Evan was at least smart enough to recognize that she still was recognizing him and so he pushed forward to help clarify.
“We met last month at Keenan’s party. Remember? We played beer pong out on the patio and then you let Typer drink a beer luge off of your foot. Hahaha, that was so funny.” Goddammit. Leslie finally recognized the man though with how drunk she wound up getting at that party, she didn’t exactly remember letting someone suck beer off of her foot. A deep sense of shame and embarrassment welled up within her as she was faced with an embarrassing story that she had not been previously aware of.
“Right… well, it’s really nice to see you again. Right this way please.” Leslie said, spinning on her heels and tucking off towards the short hallway that led back into the operatory. Evan smiled warmly and nodded his head, his eyes dropping from hers the very second that she turned around.
“Nice to see you too.” He muttered, smirking to himself as he got to secretly enjoy her ass for a couple of moments. God, her fucking ass. Evan remained a couple of steps behind Leslie as she scurried away, his eyes following the gentle sway of her hips. It was crazy to think how fucking hot she looked dressed in her dental scrubs. Despite the fact that the last time he had seen her she was wearing the tightest jeans on the face of the planet, Evan found this outfit even more appealing. Perhaps it was the fact that she was working, or maybe it was a bit of a residual nurse fetish slipping into his mind, but just a few seconds of staring at her round bubble butt had him vividly imagining himself bending her over her desk and fucking the absolute shit out of her.
Ugh…. he’s staring at my fucking ass. Leslie flicked her gaze up to the mirrored dome up near the corner of the ceiling, behind which hid the office’s security camera. It was absurd how the walk from the desk to the operatory took no more than ten seconds and yet in that tiny sliver of time he had been able to completely objectify her. She rolled her eyes as she pushed open the door into the sterile room, gesturing for Evan to take a seat on the sole dental chair in the middle of the room. Evan slid dexterously into the seat, giving Leslie a wide smile as she stood over him, her perky breasts drawing closer to his face as she leaned down and equipped him with a long paper bib that was slung over his neck with a small metal chain.
“LESLIE!” A voice echoed through a second door in the operatory, causing Leslie to stiffen up like a board, her head snapping to look towards her boss’s office.
“Shit… sorry. Give me just a minute.” Leslie said politely, nearly stumbling over the small rolling stool as she quickly tried to make it to the door. Evan leaned over his shoulder, trying to catch another sneak peek at Leslie’s wide bum as she disappeared from view.
“Jesus Christ…” Evan muttered to himself, sitting back into his chair. The things he would do to that ass, given the opportunity. If he could just get up close and personal with that phat fucking booty, he’s make sure that Leslie never forgot his name ever again.
Several minutes passed and the wide bottomed ravenette still did not return to the room. Never the type of guy who could just sit still and wait patiently, Evan popped up out of the chair, getting his ear close to the door so that he could hear Leslie getting a loud scolding from her boss, evidently over some misfiled forms. Not wanting to sit and listen awkwardly to that conversation, the tall, muscular man began to explore the rest of the operatory, inspecting the various bits of equipment and mouth cleaning tools that decorated the space.
“Damn.” He muttered, lifting up a sharp looking hooked tool and tapping it gently against his finger. Evan placed the tool abc onto the tray before something caught his eye in the corner of the room. Behind a large rolling lamp there were four, fairly large green canisters with different tubes poking out. His eyes lit up as a wide smile crept onto his face. If Evan knew one thing about dentists, it was that they always had nitrous for root canals or other painful shit. Checking over his shoulder to make sure no one was coming, Evan casually walked over and lifted a plastic face mask up to his face, tracing out the tubing to find the correct canister before he twisted the small metal valve at the top.
“Just a quick little hit.” He said to himself, looking forward to the brief wave of euphoria that he was accustomed to experiencing with nitrous oxide. However, after taking a couple of quick huffs, Evan immediately recognized that something was wrong. “Oh fuck…”
THUD
“Hey… hey! Wake up you little shithead!” Evan slowly returned to consciousness as he felt a hard prodding sensation against his chest. As the darkness receded from his vision, Evan had to take a moment to determine he wasn’t dreaming as a massive, like seriously, monster sized Leslie stared down at him angrily. “Wake up you little moron! What the fuck were you doing?”
“What the fuck?” Evan said, inspecting his body to try to figure out what was happening. “Why am I naked?”
“Hey! Dumbass. I’m talking to you. Why the fuck did you huff the fucking neodextraline?” Leslie asked, dumbfounded as to what would cause someone to just huff random fucking drugs they found at the dentists office.
“The nitrous?” He asked, still a bit hazy. Finally it clocked for Leslie. This little twerp was trying to get a hit of nitrous and accidentally ingested neodextraline instead. The giantess shook her head disappointedly, trying to figure out how she was going to explain this to her already irate boss.
“That wasn’t nitrous, dummy. It was a drug that we use to shrink staff to access the more difficult spaces in a patient’s mouth.” Leslie explained.
“That doesn’t seem safe.” Evan replied, his tiny eyes wandering all around the now enormous room, still trying to wrap his head around all of this. Leslie just scoffed and rolled her eyes.
“It's perfectly safe if you know what you’re doing.” She lied. Part of the reason that she was on thin ice with her boss was the incident that happened with Jackson, the only other hygienist in the office. But it wasn’t as though Leslie had been clamoring for the opportunity to practice the strange procedure, so she wasn’t clear about why Dr. Andya was still blaming her for dropping Jackson down Mrs. Hamalin’s throat.
“This is not what i fucking needed this week.” Leslie said, her mind racing like crazy.
“Hey, so could you-” Evan was suddenly cut off as a massive wall of wind knocked him back several yards. Leslie was hurriedly collecting Evan’s discarded clothing and she was now frantically trying to find a spare cupboard to hide them in. When the giantess finished hiding the evidence of the shrinking, she walked back over to where Evan’s tiny naked body sat on the cold linoleum floor. It was a terrifying sight to behold, watching the giant woman’s clean white pumps landing before him with a loud crash. Leslie reached down and pinched the tiny man between two massive fingers, lifting him up to her eye to inspect his incredibly miniscule form.
“Jesus Christ. How much did you fucking huff?” She asked rhetorically. Obviously he wasn’t taking any sort of measured dose, but Leslie had never actually seen someone get this small before. She looked over to where the mask was still lying on the floor and quickly surmised that he must’ve passed out immediately and gotten stuck under the mask, breathing in the odorless gas the entire time. The giantess furrowed her brow, trying to estimate how long this little idiot was going to be stuck this small.
“Oh, fuck.” Leslie’s eyes shot up towards the door to her boss’s office. It wouldn’t be long before Dr. Kaliah finished sorting the invoices and returned to do her part of Evan’s cleaning. And if she came out here with no patient to speak of, she was going to have some pointed questions. Thinking on her feet, Leslie dashed towards the door, keeping a tiny Evan tucked into her fist as she pushed her head inside.
“Ummm, Doctor?” She said timidly, pulling the tall, thin Indian woman’s attention up from the gentle blue glow of her laptop screen.
“Yes?” The dentist replied curtly. Leslie gave her a sheepish smile before nodding back towards the operating theater.
“Well, the next patient, Evan Thompson… he got a phone call and had to leave.” Leslie lied, clenching her fist tightly around the tiny man. Kaliah simply rolled her eyes and shook her head, unamused with her employee’s disappointing news.
“Very well.” She said with a huff. “Is there anyone else?”
“Um, yes. There’s a young woman in the waiting room.” Leslie replied. Dr. Andya shook her head and waved off the younger woman.
“So get her prepped. Go.”
Leslie didn’t need any further instruction. Pulling the door closed, she quickly brought Evan back up to her face. The tiny man stood quietly in the palm of the tremendous hottie, unsure of what was happening. He woke up confused and disoriented, but now with the clarity afforded to him from a few minutes without shrinking gas pouring into his lungs, he had some concerns about the way that Leslie was acting now. Surely she should’ve been getting him to a hospital or a specialist or whatever; someone who could help fix this fucking issue. Suddenly the massive, dark haired beauty broke out into a remarkably sinister feeling smile.
I should just fucking eat him. Leslie could feel her mouth beginning to water. It would solve all of her problems. There was no doubt that he would break down in her stomach before his body could process and pass the neodextraline. And no cops would be digging through her shit to look for a missing person. However, she couldn’t help but feel like that thought was a bit too hasty. Did she really want to kill him? Plus, she sort of wanted to toy with him for a little bit. When Jackson shrunk down, he was like two inches tall… but Evan was less than a quarter of that. Maybe a third of an inch tall. Maybe less.
“Hmmmmm, we’ll hold on to you for a bit.” Leslie said, very matter of factly as she quickly began to head into the front waiting room. Before she exited the room, the giantess quickly lifted the tiny man to her mouth and unceremoniously tossed his body onto her tongue.
“What the fuck?” Evan screeched as he flew through the air into the open mouth of the giantess. Before he could even regain his footing, the titaness’ powerful jaws clamped shut, sealing him inside the dark, humid cavern.
“Hey! Leslie! What the fuck are you… woaaaaahhhhhhhsssssshhhhhhhhhhiiiiiitttt!” Evan found himself slipping off his feet once more as the gargantuan tongue beneath him began to squirm and roll around, pushing a tide of saliva around him until the waves crashed down upon him. Leslie couldn’t help but chuckle as she felt the tiny speck sliding around her mouth as she took her seat back at the front desk. She gave a warm smile to the young lady who sat patiently waiting for her turn, as she began filing the paperwork to categorize Evan as a no-show. While she was digging around the system, Leslie also logged into the security system and disabled the cloud storage of the video feed from their cameras. With the only record of his appearance here now erased, Leslie began the preparations to serve the next patient.
“Hannah Jenkins?” A powerful hurricane of noise erupted from deep within the giantess’ throat, nearly deafening the tiny man trapped beneath Leslie’s tongue. Popping up from her seat, Hannah walked over to the counter and gave Leslie a polite wave, ready to have her appointment. Leslie returned a kind smile, ushering the young woman back into the operatory.
“Right this way.” She said, flicking her tongue against the small obstruction floating around her mouth As the sadistic black haired captress pushed open the door and laid her eyes on the dental chair, a devilishly fun idea popped into her head. She stepped quickly towards the chair, keeping her back turned to Hannah as she quickly lifted a finger up to her mouth. “Ooops, give me just a second. Need to rinse out the washtray.” Leslie lied. She reached over the chair and pressed the valve of the water dispenser to cause a spray of water to crash against the side of the stainless steel basin attached to the armrest. Then, grabbing a couple of sheets of tissue paper from the dispenser, she began to rub the cloth against the seat. “There we go, don't want you to sit in water. Perfect! Alright, up you go.”
Evan was left confused and disoriented as he watched the finger of the giantess ascend into the sky. Had it not been for the fact that he was recovering from nearly drowning in her spit, Evan might have put some thought into his surroundings. However, he was simply glad to be given the chance to catch his breath. That is, right up until he saw someone new begin to climb up above him; a second giantess, one who was turning around to present a tremendous, round behind clad in tight black yoga pants.
OOOOOMPH
The cushioned seat of the dental chair let out a hiss as the young woman plopped her butt onto the seat, completely unaware of the minuscule man now buried under several tons of buttflesh. Leslie was delighted by the way that Hannah wiggled her behind into the seat in a vain attempt to get comfortable. With how small Evan was, she wondered whether or not he was anything more than a little red stain on her butt at this point. Normally when they shrunk, people were a bit hardier than normal, but at a little more than a quarter inch tall, it was hard to imagine how durable he actually was.
“So, I see here that you’re trying to see about getting those braces off?” Leslie asked the young blonde. Hanna nodded her head, subconsciously running her tongue across the front of her teeth.
“Yeah, Dr. Leishman said I could potentially have them off before the year was over. But he’s out of town for the next two months and graduation is coming up so…”
“And you want to see if we can speed things up so you don’t have to have braces in your graduation photos?” Leslie asked with a smile. Hannah shrugged sheepishly. She had long ago come to terms with her orthodontic equipment, but with the promise of freedom so close and an entire summer of grad parties late night bonfires with Marc Clemmons just around the corner, she couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about her braces all over again. Thankfully for her, Leslie understood all too well the social pressures of being a young woman about leave highschool behind. “Don’t worry, Dr. Andya is the best, we’ll get you all sorted.” Leslie said, squeezing her arm gently. “Let’s just do some routine examinations and we’ll get the doc in here to see you.”
Beneath Hannah’s ass, Evan was suffering like he had never suffered before. Prior to right this second, being inside of Leslie’s mouth was the single most traumatic thing he had ever experienced. But now, compressed beneath the weight of what felt like an entire planet, Evan was paralyzed, pinned in place by an immovable, shapeless force that bore down on him from all directions. His bones and joints ached painfully from the intense pressure and he struggled to draw breath into his lungs because his ribcage simply could not withstand being the giantess’ seat.
“GAHHHHHHHHHH” A sudden shift in the soft, squishy flesh around him forced Evan to roll over several times as his tiny body was swept up in the motion and dragged towards the giant woman’s crack. THANK CHRIST! Evan counted it as a blessing as he was scraped off the underside of Hannah’s buttcheek and deposited in the much less oppressive gap between her cheeks. However, when he took his first deep breath, unobstructed by the giantess’ weight, Evan found his olfactory senses overwhelmed by an even more oppressive stink of sweat and ass. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” Evan screamed, trying desperately to crawl his way out of this stinking crevice. Unfortunately for him, he was crawling blind, with nothing to guide him aside from the strength of the stench that he assumed must be wafting out of the giantess’ asshole.
“Alright Hannah, I think we’re all set here. Go ahead and wash your mouth out in the rinse tray and I’ll go fetch Dr. Andya.” Leslie said with a smile. Hannah graciously thanked the incredibly kind employee, waiting for her to exit the room before lifting her butt off of the seat and reaching a hand down there to figure out what was irritating her. It took a second, but eventually she located what she believed to be the source of the itching, pinching her fingers around a small lump and bringing it up to her face for further inspection. Grateful to be free from under her butt, Evan clung desperately to the tip of this new giantess’ finger, trying not to break out into a full blown panic attack upon seeing her massive bright blue eye staring intently at his tiny body.
“P-please! You’ve got to help me! That woman, Leslie…”
“What the hell are you?” The giantess spoke, cutting Evan off, her words threatening to throw his body off of her finger from the sheer force produced by her booming voice. It seemed likely that she couldn’t even hear him at this size, so Evan began to rack his brain for some way to communicate his situation to what could very well be his last chance to escape the clutches of that psycho bitch.
“What are you, some sort of pervert? Shrinking yourself down to fondle women at the dentist’s office?” Jesus fucking christ. Why the fuck couldn’t one of these bitches give him the benefit of the doubt? Suddenly the giantess’ expression shifted from one of pure disgust to a mischievous smile, her teeth adorned by a network of interconnected metal and rubber. “No one’s gonna miss you, pervert.” She said bluntly, lifting Evan up to her mouth and sticking out her tongue.
“SHIT! NOT AGAIN!” Evan screeched as he was gently plopped onto the tongue of this unknown highschooler.
“Ahhhhhhhahahaha…” Hannah kept her tongue extended for a time, her warm breath rolling out across her tongue like a morning fog as she laughed at his plight. She was hoping to give the little freak some amount of hope for escape before she recalled the tongue into her mouth. Once again Evan found himself trapped inside a stranger's mouth and while her breath was still incredibly hot and humid, making it difficult to breath; Hannah’s mouth was noticeably more minty smelling than Leslie’s had been. But this proved to be a miniscule saving grace for the poor man as once Hannah began to use her tongue to toy with him. The mountain sized brat delighted in the way that the little pervert's tiny struggles felt as she rubbed his body around her mouth with her tongue.
“Hey… where’d you…. Oh goddammit. Get out of there!” Hannah ordered in a hushed whisper. The giantess found that her little prize had managed to get lodged behind a piece of metal that made up her braces. As time went on, Hanna began to get more and more frustrated by the tiny’s ability to elude her searching tongue.
“You know that you can’t hide in there forever.” The giantess’ booming voice caused no small amount of pain to Evan’s fragile eardrums. He knew she was right. Obviously he couldn’t spend the rest of his life here, surviving off of whatever crap she ate. But could he make it until she fell asleep? Could he hide here until she let her guard down and make his escape when she wasn’t paying attention? But what then?
“You know that I can make things worse for you… right?” She asked as he fingernail invaded her mouth in an attempt to flush out the tiny man. Thankfully for Evan, her nail couldn’t quite find the right angle to come in and dig him out. However, Hannah was a bit more clever than her prey was giving her credit for. After a moment of silence, the massive lips that guarded the entrance slammed shut, preceding a strange gurgling sound from deeper inside of the titan’s body.
BUUUURRRRRPPPP
Hannah smirked as she forced herself to belch, opting to let the air fester and stew in her mouth for a little while before she finally opened up her lips once again. She gave it a quick moment before using her tongue to search for the tiny man one more time. “And I can keep that up all goddamn day. Oh and maybe I’ll go blow Kelly’s brother. Maybe a nice long cum bath could convince you to come out now, before we have to resort to that. Wouldn’t you just rather spend your final moments in my stomach? I promise not to let you suffer anymore.” She cooed, hoping to convince this insignificant little speck that a quick death in her tummy was a better fate than whatever she could come up with given an infinite amount of time and frustration.
“Miss Jenkins? Good to meet you. I’m told you’re looking to get your braces off ASAP, is that right?” The sound of the dentist’s voice nearly caused Hannah to leap out of her own skin. Shit. The young woman had nearly forgotten the whole reason she was here in the first place. Now she was out of time to force the tiny man out from between her teeth. If only she had just fucking swallowed him in the first place.
“Yes, that’s right.” She replied sheepishly, trying not to let on about her little secret as Dr. Andya took a seat upon the stool. He nervously flicked her tongue against the spot where she had last felt the tiny man, hoping and praying that she had accidentally swallowed him without even noticing. The dentist nodded her head and scooched the stool closer to the chair, completely disregarding Leslie as she stood over Hannah’s other shoulder.
“Alright, well let’s take a look and see how things are progressing. But based on what Dr. Leishman put in your file, I think we could probably get you scheduled for removal.” Kaliah said, selecting a pair of tools from the tray beside her and lifting him towards the young woman’s mouth.
Light began to pour into his humid prison once again, allowing Evan to peer out from between the tiny gap in Hannah’s teeth. A sense of hope flooded through him once more as he saw a brand new face through the giantess’ lips. This was his chance. Surely the dentist had to have some sort of obligation to help him. Weren’t dentists practically doctors? And they had to take some oath or something that says they can’t hurt people. This was his absolute best chance for survival. He had to make his presence known. But just as she placed his foot against the metal bar that kept him pressed against Hannah’s teeth, Evan watched her tongue wiggle expectantly. He would need to be careful not to move too early, lest the sadistic blonde feel him and knock him down her throat before help could arrive.
“Open up, nice and wide.” The dentist said, taking a long metal hook and a similarly shaped mirror and passing them inside of the young lady’s mouth. Slowly but methodically Kaliah began to inspect the various bits of orthodontic equipment that was secured to Hannah’s teeth. Every now and again, she would use the hoot to scrape off some small bit of plaque and grime that she spied, but Hannah seemed to be doing a good job of caring for her teeth.
“Okay, looks very good. Go ahead and rinse.” Dr. Andya said, taking a moment to wipe off her tools on a sterile rag and giving Hannah’s mouth a break. The blonde beauty gratefully obliged, recognizing the opportunity to flush out her little intruder. Taking a small wax cup of water and dumping it into her mouth, Hannah began to swish the water around with a force that she had never used before. Mercifully for Evan, hie little hiding place provided him with enough shelter from the water to avoid being swept away by the current, though it did feel as though he were being dragged underwater behind a speedboat.
PTEW
Hannah discarded the water into the rinse basin, searching desperately to see if the tiny man was now circling the drain. However, much to her disappointment, she found no such helpless creep in her spit.
“Everything alright?” The doctor asked, giving Hannah a quizzical look.
“Oh, yeah. Fine.” She replied with a smile.
“Alright then, sit up and open wide.” Hannah returned to her normal position as Kaliah began searching through the inside of her mouth again. On her second pass through the young lady’s mouth, Dr. Andya noticed something strange sticking out from behind her braces. Clinging awkwardly to the retaining arch, something that looked like a tiny, nude man lurched forward and began waving into the mirror. Sitting up straight, Kaliah turned to look at the neodextraline tanks in the back corner of the room. One of the face mask administrators was lying on the floor beside the tank and after one quickie glance at her very guilty looking hygienist, the doctor had all but pieced together the major points of what had happened.
“Ehhhhhhhh, open up.” She ordered firmly, returning to Hanna’s mouth with tools in hand. Evan watched nervously as the sharp metal hook was positioned right where he was able to reach out and grab it. Taking this as the first real chance at freedom, Evan latched onto the metal hook, clinging as tightly as he could to avoid winding up as a snack for some little brat.
Kaliah removed the tiny man from Hannah’s mouth, allowing all three of the giant ladies to catch a glimpse of him on her dental pick. Leslie began to blush vibrantly as she recognized that Hannah must’ve found Evan somehow and tried to eat him. Only now, she fucked up and Dr. Andya found him. Fuck. She was totally going to get fired after this.
“I…” Leslie began to speak, to try and defend herself, but before she could say anything, Kaliah twisted the utensil in her hand with graceful dexterity, flicking it against the rinse tray with a loud twang that sent Evan tumbling into the wet basin. Leslie’s eyes went wide as she watched her boss twist the valve at the bottom of the basin closed before activating the switch that flushed the container with water.
“Open.” Kaliah ordered. Hannah did as she was ordered, not wanting to push back against the older woman and get herself into trouble. From where he was trapped within the spit tray, Evan could see nothing but cold, stainless steel above him and a solid piece of metal underfoot. Where the hell was he?
“Go ahead and rinse.”
PTEW
Evan’s eyes went wide with fear as a current of foamy water came pouring into the tunnel he was trapped in. The sheer volume of spit pooled above Evan’s head in an instant, forcing him to tread in the minty liquid to avoid drowning.
“Rinse.”
PTEW
Again the water flooded in.
PTEW PTEW PTEW
Time and time again, Hannah rinsed her mouth out and spewed the contents out into the basin which was now finally beginning to flood above the drain. Hannah spied the tiny speck sized man frantically trying to stay afloat in her spit, causing her to break out with a wide smile. But she was quickly snapped back to reality when Dr. Andya loudly placed her tools back down upon the sterile tray.
“Alright Miss Jenkins, that’ll do. I think we can go ahead and schedule you for debonding. Just keep doing what you’ve been doing and we’ll see you in a couple of weeks.” Kaliah said, standing up from her stool. “Leslie will help you get a time scheduled…” Kaliah quickly began to walk out of the operatory, but paused beside her door and waved her employee over. Feeling an overwhelming sense of dread wash over her, Leslie quickly shuffled over to her irate boss who simply glared at her for a short moment before giving her one simple command.
“Take care of it. Or you’re finished.”
“Holy crap, you are a fighter, aren’t you?” Leslie said with a grimace, using a tartar scraper to scoop Evan out of the pool of water and spittle. After a couple of hours of treading water and trying, but failing to climb out of the drain as Leslie closed up the office and locked all the doors, Evan was more than ready to be back on dry land. Though he was partially grateful to have been rescued from the impending doom of swirling down a drain, Evan was suffering no delusion that Leslie now intended to rescue him. Still, he had managed to survive a litany of murderous psychopathic giantesses thus far. Maybe he would be able to survive long enough to find a new way to escape.
“Thanks for the lift… you fucking cunt.” Evan muttered sarcastically. The one upside to being this small was that he could voice his opinions without repercussions. He was once again raised before a massive, quizzical eye as the giantess studied his surprisingly resilient body. “Wha… what the hell are you…” Evan was caught off guard as the giantess moved his body so that he was positioned beneath one of her cavernous nostrils.
SNIIIFFFFFF
“Huh, you actually smell kinda minty….” Leslie mused, getting a slight chuckle out of the idea that he had been soaking in spit for so long. Maybe she could chew him like a piece of gum. Though she didn’t relish the idea of putting him back in her mouth after the paces he’d been today.
SNIFFF SNIFFFFFFF
“OHSHITFUCKNO!” Evan screeched as a powerful vortex lifted him from the metal hook, his muscles already weakened by hours of trying not to drown in spit. With a mindless, mundane sniff, the curvy, tanned giantess sucked Evan up into her nose, recoiling dramatically as she felt a small lump land inside her nasal passage.
“Oh what the fuck?!” Leslie shouted, frantically pawing at her nose out of instinct, treating Evan like an errant insect who had mistakenly flown up her snoz. Not thinking about the potential suffering she could inflict on the tiny man with just her nose, Leslie began to desperately try to flush him out, squeezing one side of her nose closed before switching to the other and maintaining a steady exhale as she did. “Fuck, get out!” She shouted loudly, acting as if it were in any way his decision.
Unfortunately for Evan, the very first instant that Leslie had touched her nose, the fleshy walls closed in around him, plastering him into a gooey pool of mucus. And at that point, no amount of frantic air flow was going to free him from this new, disgusting prison. It finally took Leslie growing desperate enough to use her finger to finally dig Evan out of her nose, alongside a small clump of waxy mucus.
“Jesus Christ. God. I did not like that.” Leslie said unironically, completely ignoring the fact that the experience was about a hundred times worse for Evan who now found himself slightly trapped in a blob of gummy snot.
Once the skeevy sensation of having a creepy crawly fly up her nose, Leslie began to roll the tiny ball of snot around between two fingers, smirking gloriously over her defenseless plaything.
“You know, I think I might’ve been a bit hasty in just dropping you on that seat for Hannah to squash the life out of you…” Evan began to squirm in his captor’s grip, trying to break free of his binds. He was growing increasingly discomforted by the way that her grin sat upon her face. “Not about the method, no that was a perfect idea. I can’t think of anyone more deserving of being turned into a pancake than an ogling little pervert like you.” Leslie sneered as she lowered her tiny prey back onto the seat of the dental chair.
“No… no no no….”
“But, see… my problem was in the execution. I mean, sure, Hannah had a perky little ass. Nothing to shake your head at. But it fails to compare…” Evan looked up in abject horror as a massive shadow moved overtop of him. “To this!” Looming high above the seat, Leslie’s gargantuan, round ass spelled out certain doom. Crouching down, Leslie began to wiggle her wide hips above the seat, giving Evan a ceremonial “final dance.”
“You know, I could really stand to get off my feet.” She teased, looking over her shoulder to see if Evan was busy trying to escape the seat that she was about to occupy. Unfortunately for him, Evan was still cemented in place by the ball of mucus that bound his arms and legs together. Whether she knew it or not, Evan was completely and utterly helpless.
Crashing down onto the chair with a thunderous roar, Leslie’s massive, scrub-clad ass began to roll out across the wide open plains of the seat like an avalanche. Evan disappeared beneath the giantess’ massive right asscheek, offering up no resistance whatsoever to the literal mountain of fat and muscle as it bore down upon him. As she relaxed into the chair, Leslie began to wiggle her hips around, bouncing back and forth from one cheek onto the other in an attempt to see if she could feel him squirming beneath her. But it seemed that Evan was too small even to provide her with the tiniest modicum of entertainment.
“Seriously? Nothing?” Leslie said with an air of disappointment. When Dr. Andya gave her permission to make this little problem go away, she was sort of hoping that she could at least have a little bit of fun with it. She thought back to how she felt watching Jackson slide down the back of that soccer mom’s throat; how, once the initial fear and dread wore off, she was left with an intense sense of exhilaration at the notion of her tiny helpless coworker stewing inside a stranger’s gut. And when she just so happened to wind up with a fresh, shrunken stranger all to herself, Leslie couldn’t help but get a bit excited at the idea of indulging her dominant side. But just squashing him with her ass wasn’t really doing it for her, especially if she couldn’t feel him squirming. Hell, she couldn’t even tell if he was still alive down there.
“What a fucking disappointment.” Leslie said with an annoyed sigh. She began to lean forward, thinking about what else she could do to her tiny slave. Maybe she ought to just drop him inside her shoe. She still probably wouldn’t be able to feel him, but it would be mildly amusing to know that his last breaths were spent inhaling the smell of her sweaty feet. Whatever she decided to do, she probably needed to get moving, unless she wanted to sleep in the office tonight, she needed to hit the road, pronto.
Pfft
Leslie froze in place as she leaned forward and felt a small toot escaped from between her hefty cheeks. At first, some part of her was embarrassed, likely some deeply ingrained fear of passing gas in the workplace. But after a second of silence a wide, satisfied smile emerged on her face. Finally.
“PLEASE GOD LET ME OUT!” Evan screamed desperately, the rippling sound of Leslie’s fart vibrating off the base of the chair. He yanked violently against the sticky plaster that held his limbs in place. A searing arc of pain raced down his arm as Evan nearly dislocated his shoulder before he finally pulled his arm free. He had to move fast. It wouldn’t be long until the smell reached him.
“Oh? That really put some pep in your step, huh?” She asked rhetorically, finally feeling a bit of movement from her tiny little pet. Was this the key to his torment? Sitting on him wasn’t enough, but farting on him seemed to yield different results. This was going to be fun.
“FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Evan screeched, finally freeing his second arm, allowing him to begin crawling out from under the giantess’ cheek. However, despite the fact that she was leaning forward just enough to grant him a tiny bit of mobility, the cloud of gas she had just released was moving much faster than he was, reaching him after only a few seconds and filling his mouth and nostrils with the sour smell of her fermented bowel gas.
“Well, I guess there’s no rush.” Leslie said with a smirk, sitting back in the seat. Even with the full weight of her body resting on top of him, Evan’s desperate aversion to her rancid gas caused him to squirm around enough to be noticed through the giantess’ pants. “Here’s let’s get you… just a bit… closer…” Leslie furrowed her brow as she began to shift very deliberately in her seat, trying to reposition the tiny lump to a more favorable location.
“There!” She celebrated as she felt a small amount of movement closer to the crack of her ass. Her reasoning behind this little maneuver was twofold. She had correctly assumed that with a bit more space to move if he wasn’t flattened under a cheek. This meant that Evan’s frantic struggles actually served to provide a bit of stimulation to her bum. And second, this placed the pathetic little insect that much closer to the source of his complete and utter humiliation.
“Safety.” She shouted, forcefully squeezing out a second, noxious bubble of gas from her colon. Evan knew the reason that he had been relocated to the roomier space between the sadist’s ass cheeks. And when he heard the telltale grumbling of her stomach high above him, it only drove his desire to escape.
PFFFFFFTTTTTTTT
A second, longer fart rolled out above him. This time Evan actually felt the vibrations caused by the emission, his ribs rattling painfully in his chest as the bubbly bomb went off. But even more devastating than the shockwave of the blast, was the toxic miasma that quickly filled out the entire canyon of Leslie’s ass crack.
“Please… please don’t let me die like this!” Evan begged, knowing that no one could even hear him down here. Horrendous smelling gas flooded into his mouth as the tiny man fell to his knees, weakly pawing at the bulbous cheeks keeping him trapped in this hellish place.
“You’re not quitting already, are you?” He heard her voice echo down from high above. It wasn’t as though he could help it. With nothing to breathe but her thick, pungent flatulence, Evan could feel himself getting lightheaded. “C’mon now… don’t die on me now!”
Pfft pfffffttttt
A pair of loud toots squeaked out, pushing Evan’s tiny lungs beyond their capabilities . He could only hope that this wasn’t how he was going to die as he finally slipped into unconsciousness.
“I don’t think this constitutes being handled.” Evan awoke in a groggy daze, his eyes being singed by a bright white light above.
“No really, tell me that you would’ve seen him without me telling you he was there.” He recognized that voice… It was Leslie. Suddenly a massive shadow moved in front of the light, casting a silhouette miles above Evan’s throbbing head. It took a little while, but eventually Evan’s eyes adjusted to the light and he recognized the face of the giant dentist who had rescued him from the highschooler’s mouth.
“Hmmm, I suppose. But why risk it? Why not just dispose of him?” She asked coldly. At that remark, Leslie cracked a wide, sinister smile as she slid in between the tiny man and the unamused dentist, her massive ass eclipsing the sky above him.
“Because then we can keep him suffering forever like the little thief deserves.” Leslie exclaimed, dropping her butt onto the seat before painfully grinding herself against Evan’s face.
Pft
“Seriously? That is disgusting.” Kaliah remarked, turning her head as Leslie released a short, loud fart on top of the tiny man.
“For him maybe…” Leslie argued, mercifully lifting herself off of Evan’s tiny body, trapped between the grooves of the white pleather seat and expertly hidden with white caulk. “You wanna try it out?”
Evan tried to scream, but found himself unable to do so, wheezing out a hollow gasp in place of a desperate plea. Thankfully, the older woman seemed much less enthusiastic than Leslie when it came to the concept of torturing him. Instead of the same, sadistic look that he had grown accustomed to, Dr. Andya simply shot Leslie with an unamused glare.
“Go get started with the inventory requisitions.” Dr. Andya ordered, pointing toward the door with a stern face. When the curvy hygienist slipped out into the waiting room, the tall, thin dentist looked down at Evan’s body with disgust.
“Well, looks like you’re going to be here for a while. Might as well get comfortable.” She said coldly, turning around and climbing up onto the large chair. An inaudible scream rose up from the tiny speck as Kaliah lowered her ass into the seat, grinding it just as her employee had done. Lifting a mug of piping hot coffee to her lips, the good doctor decided to take her morning a bit slower than usual, reading the news on her ipad as she relaxed in the large dental chair.
Pffffftttttttt
Maybe she should get one of these little freaks for the rest of the chairs in the office.