Olga becomes much easier to live with.
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Through your fuzzy senses you become aware of a distant thumping. You struggle to focus as your brain tries harder and harder to disconnect. You've had a hard fucking day and the only sign of it ending so far would be with the possible sweet embrace of death down in Olga's bubbling, frothing stomach.
The thumping comes again and you realize that it's Ran, Tulip's other friend, knocking on the door as she yells in, "Hey Olga, quit punishing my toilet and get out here and help us look. If he tells Tulip's mom we'll all be in trouble!"
"I'm almost finished," Olga calls back as she licks her lips at you. For just a moment her eyes actually focus past you instead of on you. With the slightest shake of her head she comes back from wherever she was and takes hold of your foot.
In an instant your world is turned upside down as Olga hoists you up above her head and opens her mouth as wide as it can go directly below you. Long strands of thick saliva criss cross her mouth and you notice bits of food stuck in her teeth from whatever she may have eaten earlier. As much as you don't want to; you find you can't take your eyes off of her throat. Perhaps accidently, perhaps intentionally, you watch Olga's throat open and close below you, offering you an excellent view of the deep dark hole that your arm has already disappeared down.
"You're going to be..." she starts as her hot, foul breath washes over you again, "so... going to be... so... tasty."
You don't know what her problem is, but she seems to be hesitating and you recognize the sudden appearance of hope when you see it.
"Don't Olga," you beg with as much earnestness in your voice as you can muster, "You don't really want to do this!"
"I... I... I do..." Olga starts again, sounding almost confused now. You aren't sure what her problem is but you have to take advantage of it.
Still focused on Olga's glistening open mouth you try to talk rationally to her, "Olga, you don't have to do this. Just let me go."
To your horror Olga actually gives you what you want as her fingers instantly release you and her mouth rockets up at you. With a wet plop you land on the middle of her tongue where you begin to slide backwards. With a small flip you find yourself on your back staring up past Tulips teeth and lips to the outside world; her fingers remain where they were when they released you. You clench your eyes shut in anticipation of the accompanying gulp that will follow. And you wait. And wait.
Finally, experimentally, you open one eye and take a look around. Your on your back, practically spread eagle in the back of Olga's mouth. With a sudden surge of panic you realize that the only reason your still in her mouth is that her throat was closed when you landed and she hasn't opened it to swallow you yet. That could, of course, change at any moment. Yet it doesn't. Looking around more, you realize that she hasn't moved her hand away from above her mouth yet. You aren't sure what kind of game Olga is playing but if you've got a chance to not endure the pain of being melted down in her stomach, then you're all for it. You also realize that you're covered in her thick saliva and that it actually seems to be running back and pooling around you.
Wiping the thick, viscous fluid away from your mouth, you slowly begin to sit up further. When this garners no further reaction from Olga you actually dare to stand; trying your best to step along the edges of the opening to her throat instead of directly over it. The sensation of wading through an ankle deep pool of spit is strange at best.
With dawning apprehension you realize that eventually, the amount of saliva will increase to a point that Olga's throat will simply open automatically and you don't really want to be here when that happens. Unfortunately, the only way out seems to be up Olga's tongue. A sudden wave of hopelessness threatens to overwhelm you as you realize that even if you managed to scale her tongue and reach her lips, Olga would just flip you right back in to play some more.
'No!' you think angrily at yourself, "one problem at a time. And first things first." Determined, you place your feet directly on the opening to her throat and give a push to hoist yourself up onto her tongue. You throw your arms out as wide as you can and do your best to cling to the giant slippery muscle. A sudden blast of hot air from below you signals the opening of Olga's throat as the push with your feet provides the final stimulus needed. In an instant all the pooled saliva disappears down the dark, slick tube to oblivion. But it doesn't stop. Her throat remains open. Waiting for you. You tare your eyes away from her throat and lock them instead on her fingers, still poised high above you.
With a heave you throw one of your arms out above you and try desperately to cling to the tongue enough to pull yourself up; and you do, barely. And so it goes. Arm over arm, you begin to slowly make your way up her tongue. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears at the thought that, with one mistake, you will begin your trip down Olga's gullet. Fortunately, that moment doesn't seen to come as you inch higher and higher.
With a supreme sense of satisfaction and accomplishment you finally reach a point towards the tip of Olga's tongue where you can lock your hands together behind her tongue. Physically and mentally drained you hang limply from your momentary perch, clinging to her tongue. You have to admit though, as terrifying as it is, the sensation of dragging your naked crotch against Olga's hot moist tongue isn't completely unpleasant. Hell, given the right situations, you could probably even enjoy it. A quick glance down to the glistening hole below quickly reminds you why these thoughts should be put away for later. Much later.
As weary as you are, your goal is practically in sight. Carefully, you climb the rest of the way until you can wrap you legs around the tip of her tongue and thus free up your arms. Losing your balance would be a big mistake now so you take the utmost care as you reach up and grab onto one of her teeth. With a massive effort you manage to heave yourself up onto the far side of her tooth where you straddle her lower lip. For a minute, you simply lay upon her lip as you slowly begin to catch your breath.
Finally you look up towards Olga's eyes which are focused on her fingers; still poised above her mouth.
"Olga," you call questioningly.
No reply.
"Olga," you call a little louder. You don't want to be at her mercy but something strange is definitely going on.
"Say something," you yell up at her.
"Something," Olga says, the sudden motion of her mouth throwing you off her lip. In terror you slide down her chin and achieve momentary free fall before you hit her shirt. For the first time you're thrilled that Olga is so chubby as the slope of the shirt to cover her stomach not only slows your fall but actually serves to fling you forward instead. With a thud you land painfully on the bathroom counter. Pain shoots through your newly reformed arm as you become all too sure that you've broken it in your fall.
Thankfully, the shooting pain begins to fade as a cracking sound seems to signify the resetting of your bone as your arm begins to heal itself. Painfully you struggle to your feet and look up at your tormentor, who remains strangely immobile above you. Her arm is still waiting above her open mouth as if it had just dropped you inside. Anger wells up inside of you. You don't know what the hell she's doing but you've had enough of whatever little game she's playing.
"Put your arm down you fat fuck," you scream up at her. Your eyes shoot wide in surprise and you actually jump backwards as Olga instantly lowers her arm to her side. You could almost laugh, with her arm down but her mouth wide open and held to the sky, she looks strangely like a baby bird waiting for her meal. What the hell is she doing?!
"Close your mouth," you yell up. Again, Olga instantly complies. Against your own will, a smile begins to pull at the edges of your mouth.
"Turn on the water and make it nice and warm," you call up to her, your voice taking a commanding tone this time. Olga instantly complies and a moment later, steamy hot water is running running from the sink faucet. With a smile you step below it and begin to wash Olga's drying saliva off of your naked body. The sensation of the water cascading down your body helps to clear your head some and you realize that this change came over her after she'd eaten your arm. You inspect your new arm again as your smile spreads still further. Finally you step out of the water and look up at Olga again.
Suddenly, disgusting fat Olga seems so much better when she's obeying your commands instead of abusing you. But you need a test. Something to see just how far you can push her. You look around for a moment for something to command her to do. Finally it dawns on you.
With your smile now reaching from ear to ear you begin to contemplate the concept of owning your very own giantess. Turning your back on Olga you bend over slightly. "Olga," you command, "lick my ass." No hesitation crosses her face as she immediately sticks out her tongue and brings to down to you. With one quick swipe Olga gives your tiny butt a wet lick before she stands again.
"Well fuck me!" you say somewhat awestruck as you turn around to look up at 'your' giantess again. Suddenly your blood runs cold...
The thumping comes again and you realize that it's Ran, Tulip's other friend, knocking on the door as she yells in, "Hey Olga, quit punishing my toilet and get out here and help us look. If he tells Tulip's mom we'll all be in trouble!"
"I'm almost finished," Olga calls back as she licks her lips at you. For just a moment her eyes actually focus past you instead of on you. With the slightest shake of her head she comes back from wherever she was and takes hold of your foot.
In an instant your world is turned upside down as Olga hoists you up above her head and opens her mouth as wide as it can go directly below you. Long strands of thick saliva criss cross her mouth and you notice bits of food stuck in her teeth from whatever she may have eaten earlier. As much as you don't want to; you find you can't take your eyes off of her throat. Perhaps accidently, perhaps intentionally, you watch Olga's throat open and close below you, offering you an excellent view of the deep dark hole that your arm has already disappeared down.
"You're going to be..." she starts as her hot, foul breath washes over you again, "so... going to be... so... tasty."
You don't know what her problem is, but she seems to be hesitating and you recognize the sudden appearance of hope when you see it.
"Don't Olga," you beg with as much earnestness in your voice as you can muster, "You don't really want to do this!"
"I... I... I do..." Olga starts again, sounding almost confused now. You aren't sure what her problem is but you have to take advantage of it.
Still focused on Olga's glistening open mouth you try to talk rationally to her, "Olga, you don't have to do this. Just let me go."
To your horror Olga actually gives you what you want as her fingers instantly release you and her mouth rockets up at you. With a wet plop you land on the middle of her tongue where you begin to slide backwards. With a small flip you find yourself on your back staring up past Tulips teeth and lips to the outside world; her fingers remain where they were when they released you. You clench your eyes shut in anticipation of the accompanying gulp that will follow. And you wait. And wait.
Finally, experimentally, you open one eye and take a look around. Your on your back, practically spread eagle in the back of Olga's mouth. With a sudden surge of panic you realize that the only reason your still in her mouth is that her throat was closed when you landed and she hasn't opened it to swallow you yet. That could, of course, change at any moment. Yet it doesn't. Looking around more, you realize that she hasn't moved her hand away from above her mouth yet. You aren't sure what kind of game Olga is playing but if you've got a chance to not endure the pain of being melted down in her stomach, then you're all for it. You also realize that you're covered in her thick saliva and that it actually seems to be running back and pooling around you.
Wiping the thick, viscous fluid away from your mouth, you slowly begin to sit up further. When this garners no further reaction from Olga you actually dare to stand; trying your best to step along the edges of the opening to her throat instead of directly over it. The sensation of wading through an ankle deep pool of spit is strange at best.
With dawning apprehension you realize that eventually, the amount of saliva will increase to a point that Olga's throat will simply open automatically and you don't really want to be here when that happens. Unfortunately, the only way out seems to be up Olga's tongue. A sudden wave of hopelessness threatens to overwhelm you as you realize that even if you managed to scale her tongue and reach her lips, Olga would just flip you right back in to play some more.
'No!' you think angrily at yourself, "one problem at a time. And first things first." Determined, you place your feet directly on the opening to her throat and give a push to hoist yourself up onto her tongue. You throw your arms out as wide as you can and do your best to cling to the giant slippery muscle. A sudden blast of hot air from below you signals the opening of Olga's throat as the push with your feet provides the final stimulus needed. In an instant all the pooled saliva disappears down the dark, slick tube to oblivion. But it doesn't stop. Her throat remains open. Waiting for you. You tare your eyes away from her throat and lock them instead on her fingers, still poised high above you.
With a heave you throw one of your arms out above you and try desperately to cling to the tongue enough to pull yourself up; and you do, barely. And so it goes. Arm over arm, you begin to slowly make your way up her tongue. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears at the thought that, with one mistake, you will begin your trip down Olga's gullet. Fortunately, that moment doesn't seen to come as you inch higher and higher.
With a supreme sense of satisfaction and accomplishment you finally reach a point towards the tip of Olga's tongue where you can lock your hands together behind her tongue. Physically and mentally drained you hang limply from your momentary perch, clinging to her tongue. You have to admit though, as terrifying as it is, the sensation of dragging your naked crotch against Olga's hot moist tongue isn't completely unpleasant. Hell, given the right situations, you could probably even enjoy it. A quick glance down to the glistening hole below quickly reminds you why these thoughts should be put away for later. Much later.
As weary as you are, your goal is practically in sight. Carefully, you climb the rest of the way until you can wrap you legs around the tip of her tongue and thus free up your arms. Losing your balance would be a big mistake now so you take the utmost care as you reach up and grab onto one of her teeth. With a massive effort you manage to heave yourself up onto the far side of her tooth where you straddle her lower lip. For a minute, you simply lay upon her lip as you slowly begin to catch your breath.
Finally you look up towards Olga's eyes which are focused on her fingers; still poised above her mouth.
"Olga," you call questioningly.
No reply.
"Olga," you call a little louder. You don't want to be at her mercy but something strange is definitely going on.
"Say something," you yell up at her.
"Something," Olga says, the sudden motion of her mouth throwing you off her lip. In terror you slide down her chin and achieve momentary free fall before you hit her shirt. For the first time you're thrilled that Olga is so chubby as the slope of the shirt to cover her stomach not only slows your fall but actually serves to fling you forward instead. With a thud you land painfully on the bathroom counter. Pain shoots through your newly reformed arm as you become all too sure that you've broken it in your fall.
Thankfully, the shooting pain begins to fade as a cracking sound seems to signify the resetting of your bone as your arm begins to heal itself. Painfully you struggle to your feet and look up at your tormentor, who remains strangely immobile above you. Her arm is still waiting above her open mouth as if it had just dropped you inside. Anger wells up inside of you. You don't know what the hell she's doing but you've had enough of whatever little game she's playing.
"Put your arm down you fat fuck," you scream up at her. Your eyes shoot wide in surprise and you actually jump backwards as Olga instantly lowers her arm to her side. You could almost laugh, with her arm down but her mouth wide open and held to the sky, she looks strangely like a baby bird waiting for her meal. What the hell is she doing?!
"Close your mouth," you yell up. Again, Olga instantly complies. Against your own will, a smile begins to pull at the edges of your mouth.
"Turn on the water and make it nice and warm," you call up to her, your voice taking a commanding tone this time. Olga instantly complies and a moment later, steamy hot water is running running from the sink faucet. With a smile you step below it and begin to wash Olga's drying saliva off of your naked body. The sensation of the water cascading down your body helps to clear your head some and you realize that this change came over her after she'd eaten your arm. You inspect your new arm again as your smile spreads still further. Finally you step out of the water and look up at Olga again.
Suddenly, disgusting fat Olga seems so much better when she's obeying your commands instead of abusing you. But you need a test. Something to see just how far you can push her. You look around for a moment for something to command her to do. Finally it dawns on you.
With your smile now reaching from ear to ear you begin to contemplate the concept of owning your very own giantess. Turning your back on Olga you bend over slightly. "Olga," you command, "lick my ass." No hesitation crosses her face as she immediately sticks out her tongue and brings to down to you. With one quick swipe Olga gives your tiny butt a wet lick before she stands again.
"Well fuck me!" you say somewhat awestruck as you turn around to look up at 'your' giantess again. Suddenly your blood runs cold...
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