Sarah's Find - Chapter 24

Those massive blue eyes stared down at you for a moment longer. You could only stare back. Your body was exhausted, only managing to get by on sheer adrenaline from a base need to survive. But even that wouldn't last forever. This lady was insane. She either didn't realize, or didn't care, that she could have killed you a thousand times over during her “games”. The fact that you had managed to endure so much abuse from her was nothing short of a miracle. And she wasn't done with you. Not yet. She was enjoying herself immensely, and it fed her enthusiasm. Even after her “work out” of twerking mere moments ago, she was still bursting with energy. A part of you noted, with some dread, that she seemed even more energized than normal. She could keep this up for hours. Could you survive that long? It was only a matter of time before your luck ran out and she inadvertently squished you like the tiny bug you currently were the same size as. If her weight didn't kill you, pure exhaustion would. Maybe heart failure? Passing out and falling off her body? The possibilities seemed limitless. You had to get away from this lady. Her alluring spell was broken...at least for now. You yearned for the tender care of the more reasonable Sarah and her redheaded friend, Natalie Veronica. Even the mother possibly wouldn't be as bad now that she knew that you weren't something to be crushed.

“WOULDN'T IT BE MESSED UP IF I ATE YOU RIGHT NOW?” She blurted out suddenly. Your entire body tensed. Did she just say what you thought she said. “I TOTALLY COULD. YOU'RE BEYOND TINY. I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP...LITERALLY! HA!” Her mouth opened wider with her bellowing laugh. Her glistening white teeth looked razor sharp, the interior of her mouth seemed like a huge dark cave. She was right. She could eat you up. Very easily, in fact. “I COULD JUST POP YOU AND JUST...”

Her head dipped back, revealing her slender neck. A finger came into view and touched her throat before slowing tracing downwards. You were lowered, following the finger as it sensually dragged across the vast expanse of cleavage (the boobs were gently jostled as you passed them...for good measure, presumably) before making its way further down. The free hand lifted the striped tank top up, revealing the wonderfully curved, hourglass shaped belly underneath.

“...PLOP!” She teases, giving her tummy a soft slap before slowing rubbing it. A soft series of gurgles came from deep within. It sounded as if her stomach was a little busy with digestion. Or maybe it was just your imagination. “YOU'D OFFICIALLY BECOME PART OF ME! KNOWING YOU, YOU'D PROBABLY JUST GO STRAIGHT TO MY ASS! HAHA!” And, of course, as these words were uttered, you were guided around her frame and soon faced with the immeasurable rear that had nearly crushed you mere moments ago. Even now, you still were taken aback by its sheer...bigness. You suddenly realized that, at no point during all your encounters with this mad woman, you had been able to fully see her ass in its entirety. She had never been far enough to allow that and she was too big, or you too small, to experience its majesty all at once.

This train of thought was abruptly derailed when the other hand smacked the big booty with a deafening slap.

“YOU'D LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU?” She asked, slyly. “YEAH, I BET YOU WOULD IN SOME SICK WAY.” After being treated to a nice wiggle of her rear, you were brought back up to her sparkling eyes. “YOU KNOW WHAT...I THINK I KNOW WHAT OUR NEXT GAME IS! AND, IF YOU FAIL...WELL, I GUESS YOU KNOW WHAT THE PUNISHMENT IS! HAHAHAHA!”

Before you could even fully process these words, you were abruptly lowered down to her lips which were pulled back in a grin, showcasing her own pearly whites. They were not quite as nice as Natalie Veronica's, but they still gleamed brilliantly in the lights of the room, blinding you with their radiant glow. The teeth part and now you face a yawning cavern which expels a humid gust of hot air mixed with a mist of fresh spit. The tongue, like a massive leviathan swimming in an ocean of saliva, slowly slides out to accept you. Cords of split trail from bottom teeth to top teeth, the link eventually being broken as the mouth opens further.

You are dropped onto the warm, wet tongue, the surface of which, despite the many bumps and grooves, is incredibly slimy and slippery. Immediately, her head dips back and you slowly begin to slide, your descent only delayed by the thick saliva pooling around you. Your eyes dart towards the back of the cavern, the dark abyss that will literally swallow you whole. The uvula looms above in the distance, like some weird god watching the events of this “game” with clinical detachment. This cavern is alive; as you begin to slide a powerful gust of air rips through the darkness, whistling between the teeth, as she pulls in a big breath of air. The thick cords of saliva dangling from her teeth are strained further and one actually is ripped free, landing near you in slimy splat. When you wipe the goop from you face, you see something.

A person. No, two people. One wearing a white shirt, the other a yellow one. You can't tell anything else about them. Even with the mouth open, the light pouring in isn't enough to illuminate them so that you can see them. The warm spit stinging in your eyes isn't helping either. How did they get here? How long have they been here? Suddenly, you're reminded of the person you had seen tangled in the locks of Sarah's hair, and the other one you had seen in the depths of her nostril. You knew you weren't the only one that had shrunk. But you had, for better or worse, been the only one so far to be spotted. These people trapped in here must have been forced to bear the full brunt of the blonde's booming voice, the rapid wriggling of her tongue as it formed words, the pull and push of air as she breathed. Each vocalization must have been the equivalent of a nuke going off. It wouldn't surprise you if these two had blood pouring from their ears.

Then, you realized these two lumps of White and Yellow were not moving.

Before you could form another though, a hot torrent of air floomed out from the abyss. Not only was the heat intense, so was the humidity. You were immediately soaked with sweat and whatever fluid had come from her lungs. But there was another problem. She was exhaling, meaning that carbon monoxide was rushing against you. At your puny form, the concentrations of the waste gas were likely high enough to be lethal. You could literally die if you breathed in while she was breathing out.

Perhaps that was what had killed these two unfortunate souls.

You were still sliding down towards the abyss. Everything you grabbed was too slimy to keep a firm grasp on. But your resistance still slowed your descent ever so slightly. Your limp White and Yellow friends were simply sliding down the length of the tongue. At least they were out of the game. A part of you almost envied them for that.

The air reversed as the blonde breathed in. Soaked to the very bone, the wind roaring in was chilled, and you now began to shiver. You raised your head and tried to gulp in several mouthfuls of the rushing, clean air as you could manage, while also trying to hold on. Your constantly struggling had caused the thick saliva to pool around you, making you heavy enough that the winds wouldn't take you. The White shirt person wasn't so lucky. Their limp corpse was ripped from the surface and, within seconds, disappeared into the dark abyss as the winds pulled them into the powerful lungs. The whole occurrence took maybe a second. They were there one instance, gone the next.

A loud, wet, painfully biological gurgling sound came from the abyss. Then the hot air belched from within as the exhale began. You clamped you hand over your mouth and nose, covering them both with thick spit, not wanting to risk inhaling the poisonous air. This time, the heavy slime all around you worked against you. Yellow shirt slowed against the torrent, even slide upward a little. Then, again, the blonde began to breath in, unleashing another hell of icy cold air that bit into your exposed flesh like ice picks. You tried to breath, but your mouth and nose pulled in the spit that covered them and you choked. For a horrible moment, you were afraid that you would actually drown in the blonde woman's saliva, which, incidentally, was begin to pool around the sides of the tongue, forming “lakes”. You held your breath as another unbearably hot exhale roared against you. You were becoming lightheaded. Was it from Carbon Monoxide poisoning or from simply not breathing enough? Or both? You couldn't know and you didn't have time to try and figure it out. The abyss was slowly drawing ever nearer and there would be no escaping if you got pulled into it. Faintly, you could hear the distant thudding of the heart from deep within.

Another icy torrent shot through the air. You managed to wipe the excess around your mouth and nose and pull in several gasps of fresh air. The absurdity of the situation, even now, was not lost on you. Here you were, trying to avoid sliding to your doom, desperately trying to survive by leeching off the oxygen the massive woman was inhaling. You had become a parasite. No, less than that. A parasite usually caused some kind of negative impact. You were something lesser than that. A mere pest perhaps?

Just as the cold blast began to die down, Yellow shirt was ripped off the tongue. When the calm airs returned, the limp body simply fell towards the abyss. You waited for the hot, poisonous air to belch out again, lifting the Yellow shirt wearing person to soar back onto the tongue, if not shoot straight out of the mouth. Instead, there was a considerable pause, and the unfortunate person simply landed on the soft skin at the back of the throat below the uvula. Then, the swishing pools of warm saliva suddenly waved over the edges of the tongue and flowed towards the abyss. The back of the tongue thrust in a “kicking” motion and the loudest, wettest gulping sound you had ever heard sounded. When the tongue relaxed, there was not a trace of Yellow shirt.

A distant gurgle from the deep dark depths below echoed up the throat. It sent chills down your spine. So did the next flow of ice cold air.

Suddenly, the slant you were sliding down became level and the massive leviathan tongue came alive, stretching out into the blinding light of the outside. Your eyes stung, squeezing shut. You felt her fingers grab you and pull you off her slimy tongue.

“WELL, LOOK AT THAT!” Her booming voice ripped through your ears. “YOU ACTUALLY WON THAT ONE! I THOUGHT FOR A MOMENT I HAD SWALLOWED YOU THERE!” She laughed, unaware that she had, indeed, swallowed someone. Just not you. “THEN AGAIN, I WENT A LITTLE EASY ON YOU! I COULD HAVE KEPT YOU IN THERE FOR LONGER! HA! OH WELL, I GUESS YOU DESERVE A BREAK, SO I'LL REWARD YOU!”

You were dropped on a warm surface that reverberated with a strong, muffled pulse. Even with your eyes singed from the light, you knew exactly where you were. It was impossible to not know at this point. You could feel the boobs jostle as she laughed.

“DON'T WORRY,” She said slyly. “I WON'T SHAKE 'EM AROUND THIS TIME. WELL...MAYBE JUST A LITTLE!” The flesh came alive under you and you fell over on your side. You were still coated in thick spit, and it adhered you to the skin, preventing you from rolling somewhere else. Like between the massive mountains of flesh, for example. “MAYBE JUST SOME GENTLE SWAYING! I MEAN, IT'S GONNA HAPPEN WHEN I WALK ANYWAY, SO...”

There was a knocking sound. It was distant and echoing, but it was a sound you had heard many times throughout your life. The blonde stopped in mid speech, seemed to pause for a second, and then began to move. Just as she predicted, her boobs bounced with each and every step. Still stuck in place, thanks to her spit, your body bounced with them. It felt as if you were on a ship in the throes of a very violent storm. Except worse. You immediately began to feel sick.

But your eyes were finally beginning to adjust to the light. Just in time to see the blonde open the front door of the house...