Shrinker on the Orient Express (15) - Vienna to Budapest 3

Breathe. Breathe. You have to get air.

Dom's body was beyond the point of screaming, and every fiber in it now powered his arms as he thrashed and clawed his way to get free of the sticky glob of spit that encased him. As his tiny limbs convulsed he slowly thinned the linking around his mouth, desperately persevering until finally…

The 1cm-tall man's mouth poked out of the slime and he sucked in a deep breath. His lungs felt like deflated balloons, hesitantly inflating as if they'd pop from the unfamiliar fullness. He didn't stop scratching at the junk that still covered his nose and head but he did take the opportunity to replenish his critically low oxygen reserves.

As he continued to flail about at the bottom of the plastic cup, Carlotta watched him with a sinister glee in her eyes. Her lips were pressed together in a smirk as the pathetic little bug fought for its worthless life. She told herself she should be patient, but she simply couldn't resist.

Dom ripped the gunk around his head, his hair still wet with the scent of the giantess's mucus, but at least he wasn't drowning in it. He was amazed by how much fluid had shot out of a single wad of spit, and it terrified him that it had almost been enough to overwhelm him. What was more frightening though, was how quickly you the young girl had gone from a nurturing protectors to almost suffocating him. The minuscule man just couldn't put the two actions together, and he foolishly gazed up out of the cup at the girl for answers.

PTHW.

The Englishman had barely raised his chin when the titanic teen fired another missile from her mouth. Having been waiting for longer with this one, a lot more fluid had accumulated in her mouth, and Dom shrieked as the bullet rained down towards him.

The spit wad struck him from an angle, knocking him backwards and pinning him to the base of the cup. The saliva splattered, pushing his limbs out as the weight of the diluted mucus settled over his body. Dom had closed his eyes, but he has been too slow to stop himself from inhaling the thinner fluid, which burned as it seeped down his nose and throat.

As soon as the initial impact wore off, Dom rolled onto his side, then pushed himself onto all fours. The heaviness of the saliva was incredible, as the surface tension held it like a blanket over his back. He tried to create a pocket of air beneath him, but the muck just rushed to fill the space and he remained engulfed in it. Dom felt hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he once again was forced to pull handfuls of the sticky goo from his head, praying that it would break and he could breathe again.

The blonde adolescent giggled devilishly as she watched the sadistic dance, the petrified insect fighting for his life. With the slightest grin, she tilted the cup and watched Dom slip off of his knees and crash back into the pool of her saliva, his efforts wasted as he rolled around in the mess. Carlotta was loving the feeling of power she had over another human, and being able to inflict so much suffering with such little effort was intoxicating.

She kept a close eye on Dom's senseless efforts to rise out of the fluid, as her mouth continued to salivate. In between fits of trashing, Dom could vaguely see the giantess's face looming over the cup. He watched as it suddenly got closer and feared the worst. He didn't know if he could fend off a third assault while he was still battling the second. Fortunately for him, Carlotta had other plans.

Her colossal lips settled just over the rim of the plastic, and parted slightly. Dom watched in a mixture of disgust and blizzard arousal as she dribbled into the container, strands of her spit trailing down the side towards the bottom. Dom couldn't believe how much was coming out of the gigantic mouth, as the fluid level at the bottom of the cup started to rise.

He was too close for her to see as the cup was almost under her nose, but Dom had managed to stand shakily in the now knee-deep lake of saliva.

'Hey! What the fuck are you doing? Stop!' Dom screamed, not really expecting the giantess to listen. The nauseating mess was nearly up to his waist by the time the waterfall of saliva stopped. He struggled to keep his footing in the thick sludge as Carlotta moved the cup away to admire her work. A chill went down Dom's spine as he watched her enormous lips curl into a mischievous smile as she looked at the desolate, naked man, standing in a pool of her spit.

'You men are all the same, just little bugs that don't deserve the freedoms you have,' Carlotta sighed, 'You just happen to look like all men should, so I'm happy I get the chance to punish you like you deserve.'

'Fuck you! I'm a human being! How can you treat me like this?' Dom screamed back, his tiny voice only just reaching the gargantuan teenager's ear. He hoped that she would feel disgusted with herself, and maybe even try to make right what she had done.

Instead, Carlotta burst into laughter, a wicked, cackling laugh that made Dom's bones tremble. Without warning, she flicked her wrist and jerked the cup. Dom was thrown off of his feet, his back smashing into the side of the plastic before he slipped down into the saliva, with his butt on the base, the fluid came up to his neck, and even a tiny tilt would have sent it washing over his head.

'You think you're the same as me? I could drown you in my spit if I wanted to,' she sneered, 'You men don't know what it's like to not have power, so I think I will show you what it feels like to be really powerless.'

Dom didn't like the sound of that one bit, and he was even less thrilled when Carlotta started to reach down into the cup with a finger and thumb, ready to pinch him out of the tub of spittle.

The giantess gagged as her fingertips touched the like warm saliva, but they quickly snapped shut around Dom. She squeezed him between her finger and thumb, making sure that the slippery, soaked creature didn't fall out.  As she raised him up, his body turned between the powerful pads of skin and Dom's face was crushed against Carlotta's immense thumb. His arms flailed as his nose and mouth were smothered, but the giantess didn't seem to notice.

She excitedly strolled back to her seat, plopping down quickly in anticipation of what she was going to do next. She set the cup down and dropped her little prisoner onto the table in front of her. Unfortunately, opening her grip didn't produce the effects she had been hoping for, as Dom remained glued to her thumb by the drying saliva. Paying little attention to this minor delay, Carlotta pressed her thumb against the table and scraped it backwards.

Dom was in agony as his body was shredded across the rough surface, peeling off of the giantess's skin like some stray gum. When she had successfully deposited him, Carlotta turned her attention to her backpack, rifling through it for something. Meanwhile, Dom remained deathly still, his screaming body shivering as it tried to recover from the brutal punishment it had just received. His head was turned to the side, but he couldn't see what the goddess was up to, and at that moment, he didn't really care. Dom was quickly beginning to lose any hope of surviving this ordeal, or ever making his suffering stop.

As if on cue, Carlotta rose from her hunched over position with a smile on her lips and something else in her hands. Dom heard the distinct sound of a wrapped being torn off, and immediately found himself being lifted off the table. Without much warning, the giantess released him, and the tiny British man tumbled a few body lengths before landing on something hard.

The surface was curved, and he instantly started to roll down the convexity. Forcing himself to act, he threw his arms out digging his fingers into the hard, yet slightly sticky surface. He stopped his fall and gasped in pained effort. The air around him was sickly sweet and heavy with the scent of fruit.

'Now isn't that a funny sight?' the giantess cooed, admiring her handiwork. Dom would have tried to meet her eye, but he felt his grip slipping and had to desperately readjust his fingers. He kicked his bare feet into the surface and tried to push his way back up to the top of the rounded structure, but his chest was sticking to it and every millimeter he moved felt like he was waxing his chest a dozen times.

Carlotta giggled as she watched the puny creature clinging onto the side of the lollipop. The orb of pick candy was several times his size, and he was only just managing to stay atop it. She tried her best to hold the ball still, but perched on the long stick, she knew that it must have been swaying in her grip. She was actually surprised that the little creature was holding on, but then she would make it a bit easier soon anyway.

'You look sweet enough to eat,' she breathed, bringing the candy to her lips and letting her warm breath wash over Dom. He looked up at the huge, pink lips on the blonde as they parted, and a far more terrifying sight came into view.

The teenager's tongue was the size of a house, a monstrous leviathan of rippling muscle that oozed saliva. He shivered as he watched her lick her lips, lathering them with a thin sheen of spit. He didn't like the look of the situation at all, but how in the world could he persuade her to stop?

'Please …' he stammered, but Carlotta had stopped listening a long while ago. She swung the lollipop towards her mouth, twisting it around so that the shrunken man was headed right for her. But before it passed her lips, the Austrian girl's gigantic tongue shot out to meet the candy, and Dom felt the immense, moist organ meet his back. He was shoved hard against the sugary surface as the giantess's tongue bore down on him, flattening him as it seeped saliva all over him. The ball of candy sunk into her tongue and Dom found himself buried between the two.

The rough skin of her tongue assaulted his back, while the saliva transformed the sticky lollipop into a slippery ball. The disgusting mixture of spit and sugar entered every pore in Dom's body, invading his mouth, his nose, his eyes and his ears. He felt like he was swimming in treacle as he tried to move, but quickly realized that it was pointless. The massive adolescent's tongue stroked up along the lollipop, before flicking off at the top. Dom had been dragged a few millimeters up the face of the orb, but remained plastered against it.

What was worse, as soon as the hot, wet tongue had left his back, the cooler air instantly dried the gunk that covered him, and he felt like he froze. The sugary spit hardened like cement, fixing him against the ball of fruity flavour and sealing his face in an airtight coating.

Carlotta removed the sweet from her tongue and raised it to her face to inspect it. She scanned the ball until she found her tiny man, perfectly cocooned in her saliva. She watched his tiny head quiver for a moment before his jaw finally snapped open and he gasped a tiny gasp of air. She almost burst out laughing at the pathetic excuse for a human as he fought to breathe on her lollipop.