Sweating bullets and still wet from the saliva of that crazed woman, Gina sat in the dentist office exam chair, trying and struggling to calm herself after what she had just been through. Being shrunken and tossed into the mouth of a disgruntled dental assistant was not something she had on her “to-do” list today.  She was currently being comforted by a woman named Emily, whom Sandy had “mistaken” her for, and a cute guy named Brandon.  The duo were explaining what they’d be doing and how a cleaning from a tiny team of dentists and dental hygienists worked. 

“You feeling alright, sweetie,” Emily said, patting Gina’s back after she had finished explaining the process.  

“Yeah I’m fine, just thought I was gonna get eaten is all,” Gina mumbled, still uncomfortable, especially after seeing Sandy walking back and forth in the hallway.  

Dr. Ryers walked into the room and sat next to Gina.  “So, there are gonna be four of us going into your mouth for the cleaning, and don’t worry, Sandy won’t be in there,” he said with a laugh, trying to comfort the young woman.  “Gina, do you want us to sedate you for the cleaning?”

“What?  Why?” Gina asked, fidgeting in her seat, alarmed by the question.  

“Well I’m worried about our safety.  You’re clearly very uncomfortable right now, I don’t need one of my team members accidentally swallowed or chomped between your teeth,” he said, trying to speak in a soothing voice.  “It can happen.”

Gina sighed and gave a shrug. The dentist had a point, and the thought of getting sued because she refused to take proper precautions was not something she was very fond of.  “Alright, gas me,” she said with a nervous laugh.  She was less than thrilled when Sandy walked into the room with the nitrous oxide, and put the mask over Gina’s face.  As Gina glared at the woman in annoyance, Sandy just gave her a wink.

“Count back from ten,” she said smuggly, watching the young woman fade into unconsciousness.  With a cocky grin across her face, Sandy walked into the room where Dr. Ryers, Brandon, Emily and another of the dental assistants named Sabrina.  “So, what’s the plan?” Sandy said in an annoyed tone.  “I’m assuming I’m not shrinking down.”

“Nope, why don’t you just stay normal sized.  I think we’ve had enough incidents for one day,” Dr. Ryers responded.  “Can you shrink us down and operate the machinery?”

“I guess,” Sandy sighed as the quartet walked into the room where Gina was out of it.  “Still not on a vacation on a beach, but whatever.”

As the Dr. Ryers and his three assistants entered the room, Sandy operated the shrinking ray and zeroed it in on each of them.  She fired systematically, striking all four of her co-workers and cutting them down to size, a mere quarter-inch tall.

“They’re so pathetic,” Sandy whispered under her breath, grabbing a keyboard so she could remotely control the shrink ray if necessary.  

The ground started to shake in the exam room as the enormous pink jogging shoes of Sandy slowly entered the room.  The massive woman bent down and plucked up each of her coworkers off the floor, casually depositing them onto the table with the dental tools.  “ALRIGHT, THREE OF YOU HOP ON,” she said, lowering her hand.  She watched as Dr. Ryers, Emily and Brandon all climbed onto her hand, while Sabrina followed protocol and remained on the table in case of any issues or emergencies.  

The trio had the necessary tools attached to backpacks for easy access while inside a patient’s mouth.  It was quite a risky and extensive process, which is why appointments at this dentist office were so expensive.  

Sandy delicately placed a small wooden rod into Gina’s mouth, to keep her mouth open and prevent those lethal teeth from slamming down on any of her coworkers.  “ALRIGHT, GO NUTS YOU GUYS,” Sandy said, as she delicately lowered the three tiny humans down between Gina’s gums and her teeth.  

Dr. Ryers, Brandon and Emily began to carefully walk along the very slippery surface of Gina’s gums.  Among the tools they carried were king metal tongs, used to dislodge bits of food they could reach between teeth, and a hose on their backpacks connected to small, portable tanks of fluoride.  

While the trio was working on cleaning Gina’s teeth, Sandy was in charge of making sure Gina’s saliva didn’t pool up and drown her tiny coworkers.  Her job was to hold that suction tube which drained the liquid, preventing Gina from choking and the employees from drowning.  She started taking her job, before her phone went off.  

Glancing down at her phone, Sandy’s blood began to boil.  It was a text from her group of girlfriends, all of whom had gone on the girls trip but her.  It was a friendly text saying “wish you were here!” 

She began to think about how pissed she was at her coworkers and her boss for screwing her out of her vacation.  Her hand holding her phone started to shake and her other hand balled into a tightly clenched fist.  

Sabrina could see something was bothering her much larger coworker.  “Hey Sandy, you alright?” she said, walking across the sorry over to the giant woman.  

Looking down, Sandy just had enough.  Raising her balled fist up, she brought it down hard, right on top of Sabrina’s body.  

Sabrina didn’t even have a chance to scream or question what Sandy was doing.  She was pulverized, reduced to a bloody pulp under her coworkers giant fist.  

The momentary release of emotion and feeling of satisfaction quickly faded away for Sandy.  “Oh….shit,” she whispered, looking around instinctively before realizing everyone in the room was either asleep or inside the sleeping person’s mouth.  

It dawned on Sandy exactly what she had just done.  She had just murdered someone.  A tiny defenseless woman was right there by her hand.  This was way worse than “accidentally” shrinking a patient and sticking her in her mouth.  Sandy was facing jail time, probably life in prison.  

Her heart started to race and she began to tear up as she realized how much she had just fucked up.  “No, I’m not going to jail,” she whispered, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.  She needed to think of something quick.  After taking a few deep breaths, she turned her attention to Gina.  That woman was out cold, there’s not a chance she’d know anything.  

Looking back down at her phone, an idea hit Sandy.  Maybe going on vacation to a tropical beach for a couple months wouldn’t be such a bad idea.  She knew her tiny coworkers would find out what happened soon, and that was a problem she needed to deal with.  

Taking another deep breath and trying to act natural, Sandy sat back down into her chair and peered into Gina’s mouth.  Everything seemed to be going alright, Brandon was still cleaning the front of her teeth while Dr. Ryers and Emily had climbed over and we’re not carefully traversing around her tongue to clean the backsides.  

Sandy gripped the dental suction device in her hands, though they shook badly in her nervous state.  Inserting the device into Gina’s mouth, she tried to act natural when she purposely looked away.  The device made contact with Emily’s body.  

“Hey what’re you doing?!  Stop!”  Emily shouted, as the want knocked her backwards.  She tumbled head over heels across the slimy surface of Gina’s tongue.  “Help me!” she screamed as she slowly slid back towards Gina’s throat.  

“Sandy, what’re you doing?!” Dr. Ryers said as he desperately tried to get over and stop Emily from sliding down the throat to her doom.  “Emily hold on!” he yelled.  

“Sorry boss,” Sandy said.  She had pulled the suction tool out of Gina’s mouth, and instead grabbed the wooden tongue compressor lying on the tray.  She carefully placed it in front of the dentist and started to pull it towards her, dragging a panicking Dr. Ryers along with it.  When it reached the front of Gina’s mouth, Sandy used the tongue compressed to lift Gina’s tongue up, pushing Dr. Ryers underneath the slimy muscle.

This was it for Emily.  The tongue being slanted caused her to gain speed as she continued her horrifying slide.  She felt her feet go off an edge and let out one last scream.  Sandy’s eyes grew wide as she witnessed Emily disappear down the back of Gina’s throat.  

A sudden movement caught Gina’s eye.  It was Brandon.  The tiny man had witnessed everything and was trying to find some way to escape.  The quarter-inch man climbed out of Gina’s mouth and was now sitting on her lower lip, trying to figure out what to do next.  He froze, when he saw the irritated face of Sandy staring down at him.  

“SORRY BRANDON, I REALLY AM,” she said, actually sounding sincere.  She reached a hand towards Gina’s mouth and two fingers made contact with her shrunken coworker.  

“No stop!  Put me down you fucking psycho!” the tiny man screamed.  Sandy hadn’t expected Brandon to wriggle from between her fingers, and she watched him squirm free.  The shrunken guy plummeted towards freedom, until he landed in Gina’s cleavage.  

“Well, that was easy,” Sandy said with a sigh, leaning in to take a closer look.  

Being a pretty petite woman, Gina had relatively small boobs.  This was lost on Brandon though, who was absolutely dwarfed by them.  He clutched his left arm, as he knew something in there was not alright, but was counting his lucky stars that he had escaped with his life.  “Oh shit,” he whispered.  

He could see Sandy’s face staring down upon him as she took a closer look.  The pint-sized man really had nowhere to go now, trapped in Gina’s bra.  “Bye Brandon,” Gina whispered.  

A cold chill ran down Brandon’s spine, wondering what this crazed woman was about to do with him.  He got his answer soon enough.  

Thinking quickly, Sandy trapped each of Gina’s breasts in a hand and pushed them together forcefully.  Brandon let out a quick shriek before he was smashed between the two fleshy mounds.  

Grabbing a nearby tissue, Sandy whipped the red splattered remains up and tossed them in the trash, hearing a slight moan from Gina as she did so.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” she whispered to herself, her heart continuing to pound in her chest.  she was still having a hard time processing everything she had just done, but she had to justify it by saying it was all she could do to keep from going to jail.  

Leaning in closer, she used the tongue compressed to lift up Gina’s tongue once more.  She saw a tiny humanoid figure, covered in saliva and shielding his eyes from the blinding light.  “WELL BOSS, YOU REALLY SHOULDVE JUST APPROVED MY FUCKINT VACATION,” Sandy said, a maniacal grin spreading across her face.  

She could see Dr. Ryers was horrified and panicked, but his fate was sealed and they both knew it.  Using the tongue compressor, Sandy knocked the dentist down onto his stomach, into a forming pool of Gina’s saliva.  

The tiny doctor gagged and gasped for air, trying to make his way to his feet, but felt an immense pressure pushing down on him atop of his back.  It took him a second to realize that Sandy was pressing down on him using the wooden popsicle stick.  It wasn’t hard enough to crush him, but it sure as hell could drown him.

Sandy watched as the dentist flailed, desperately trying to escape and arch a breath.  More and more saliva started to pool around him.  Just as Dr. Ryers movements started to slow, Gina made a gagging noise.  

Quickly pulling both the wooden tongue compressor and the wooden rod out of Gina’s mouth, Sandy watched as Gina’s mouth snapped shut.  She instinctively swallowed, sending both the pool of saliva and the barely conscious doctor down into her stomach.  

Dr. Ryers had no energy left as he passed through the sphincter and fell into the bubbling cauldron that was Gina’s stomach.  He knew he wasn’t alone, and that whatever remained of Emily would be in here too.  The intense heat caused him to pass out before the acids could do any damage, and Gina’s stomach made short work of the man.

“I did it,” Sandy muttered, standing up, still in shock.  “Holy shot, I killed him…..them.  All of them.”  Her mind started to race.  She’d need to clear the security footage, then would catch a flight down to be with her girlfriends.  She’s make up some excuse about falling in love with the place and not wanting to leave.  

Leaning back against the table, Sandy’s hand made contact with the keyboard she had monetarily forgotten about.  She was too caught up in her own head to realize the danger she was in.  The keyboard still controlled the shrink ray, which activated upon her touch. 

Within a split second, Sandy dwindled down towards a quarter-inch tall, trapped on top of the table.  “Fuck!” she screamed, now starting to panic.