Throw yourself onto one of Janet's fingers.
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
doodoomaloo
Before a clear thought can even begin to take root in your mind, your body seemingly moves on its own as you toss yourself onto the nearest mass that isn't food, Janet's middle finger. Rolling across the length of her digit, you soon come to rest in the left groove of her fingernail.
"Ahh~" Janet huffed, unleashing a hot, damp breath in your direction. Turning her head towards the kitchen entrance, then snapping it back towards the counter, Janet uses her free hand to quickly rearrange the cheese and crackers on the board. "And there! No one'll notice a thing." Feeling content with herself she lifts the remaining portion of her snack into the air. "Now, as for you..."
You can't help but gaze downwards, with eyes full of fear and a stomach full of vertigo, as you're shot several thousand times your body stature upwards, all by the simple motion of Janet moving her hand above her slowly parting lips. Her tongue rolls out in anticipation. You take a firm grip on her skin as her grip on the cheese looses. She tilts her wrist, and in a moment that happens all too quickly, the jack slides past you, grazing your hair in it's descent into the waiting abyss below.
You watch in horrifying awe as the country girl, whos finger you currently reside on, savors your former plane of existence. Her cheeks row in a circular motion while her tongue stirs together her belly's next visitor. The wet muffled slaps of her chewing are all that you can hear, sitting just inches away from her hypnotically dancing lips. A slight bulge can be seen traveling down her neck seconds before another moist hefty "Ahh~" washes over you. You bat away at the smell, looking at the woman's midsection and wincing at what could've been.
"That was too fucking close!" you scream internally.
Then, as if Janet herself were reading your mind, she takes her index and middle fingers and wipes the corners of her mouth, first the right with the former, and then the left with the latter. You're brushed against her face as whatever miniscule debris left behind from her last bite join you in your skin crevice. She pops her pointer inside and licks it clean. You are overwhelmed by dread and disbelief knowing that, unless some divine intervention were to happen right now, you're about to contribute to the next lump that slips down her throat. You try to ready yourself into a jumping position, but by the time you get just one of your legs straight Janet had already swapped the places of her two fingers.
You can feel your soul leaving your body as your surroundings go dark, the passageway to and from the world of Janet clamping shut around the second knuckle behind you. Wet pink flesh reaches up to catch your falling form as the pale floor you lay on ejects itself from the cavern, slamming your back against the inner side of her upper lip. You land face first onto the taste bud carpet, helplessly wailing. Sticky spit climbs and coats every part of you, seeping into any nooks it can. Janet salivates, filling her hot and humid mouth with liquid, unknowingly preparing to deliver you to the next stage of digestion. You're raised to the roof of her maw, and with one almost involuntary gulp, the contents of her mouthful drain into the pit at the end of her food chute, all the contents expect for you that is. Without any willing input from you or her, your body, sprawled out, sits clung to the very back of her tongue under a thin film of mucus.
~
Janet, hearing the enticing echoes of chitchat, returns to the living room. She spots the newly arrived Hina gossiping with your mother in the doorway, and takes action to involve herself in the conversation. "Hey there, Hina. Early as always I see."
"Oh, hi Janet." The young office intern says meekly. "Karen and I were just talking about her son. Have you seen him yet?"
Karen perks up. "That's right, I never finished explaining to you what was so special about him. Come with me, I'll show you." She leads the two women into the kitchen.
A brimming anxiety spills into your mother's expression as she scans the tray, the counter, and any relevant surroundings for her son. "Oh no, oh god, where was he? He was right here! I swear he was right here!"
Janet, confused and discomforted, lays a hand onto Karen's shoulder. "Somethin' up? Never seen ya this distressed before."
"No, no, I'm sure everything is fine. It's just, I don't know where my son is. I think he got scared and ran off somewhere. He's not used to having strangers in the house."
Concerned, Hina asks, "Are you sure it's safe to have your son off by himself? I mean, his condition..."
"He's surprisingly adept at getting around and staying out of trouble. As long as he isn't on the floor he should be safe, I hope." Still shaken up by your disappearance, but not wanting to ruin the mood, your mother changes the subject. "So um, Janet, you said you were thirsty right? Can I get you two anything to drink?"
"Got anything special for the occasion?" Janet pries for alcohol.
"Well, I did grab some wine, but it's a little too soon for that, don't you think?"
"Nonsense! What's the point of throwing a party sober? Bring on the wine!"
"I don't know about that." Hina says. "Not to be rude, but I think it would be best if everyone had some time to socialize before we have to deal with drunk Janet."
"Ouch, Hina! If your gonna be like that, then what else is there?"
"We have sweet tea, lemonade, juice, soda, and water."
Janet takes a moment to consider the pleas of her friends before choosing a drink. Upon her request, your mother pours Janet a glass and hands it to her. She brings the cup to her lips and casually takes a swig.
~
It was as if a goddess were speaking directly into your mind as Janet spoke, you couldn't just hear her words, but you could feel them, the vibrations shaking you to your bones, all while you were getting whipped around wildly by her flicking tongue. Like a drop of honey, ever so slowly rolling down the side of a jar, you shifted closer and closer to the place where Janet's salivating seabed went vertical. You tried your absolute hardest to not become food, to not die in the stomach of an oblivious woman, but it would seem that all of your efforts were in vain, as a torrent came rushing in, sweeping you down Janet's throat and into her boiling gut, an ice cold torrent of...
"Ahh~" Janet huffed, unleashing a hot, damp breath in your direction. Turning her head towards the kitchen entrance, then snapping it back towards the counter, Janet uses her free hand to quickly rearrange the cheese and crackers on the board. "And there! No one'll notice a thing." Feeling content with herself she lifts the remaining portion of her snack into the air. "Now, as for you..."
You can't help but gaze downwards, with eyes full of fear and a stomach full of vertigo, as you're shot several thousand times your body stature upwards, all by the simple motion of Janet moving her hand above her slowly parting lips. Her tongue rolls out in anticipation. You take a firm grip on her skin as her grip on the cheese looses. She tilts her wrist, and in a moment that happens all too quickly, the jack slides past you, grazing your hair in it's descent into the waiting abyss below.
You watch in horrifying awe as the country girl, whos finger you currently reside on, savors your former plane of existence. Her cheeks row in a circular motion while her tongue stirs together her belly's next visitor. The wet muffled slaps of her chewing are all that you can hear, sitting just inches away from her hypnotically dancing lips. A slight bulge can be seen traveling down her neck seconds before another moist hefty "Ahh~" washes over you. You bat away at the smell, looking at the woman's midsection and wincing at what could've been.
"That was too fucking close!" you scream internally.
Then, as if Janet herself were reading your mind, she takes her index and middle fingers and wipes the corners of her mouth, first the right with the former, and then the left with the latter. You're brushed against her face as whatever miniscule debris left behind from her last bite join you in your skin crevice. She pops her pointer inside and licks it clean. You are overwhelmed by dread and disbelief knowing that, unless some divine intervention were to happen right now, you're about to contribute to the next lump that slips down her throat. You try to ready yourself into a jumping position, but by the time you get just one of your legs straight Janet had already swapped the places of her two fingers.
You can feel your soul leaving your body as your surroundings go dark, the passageway to and from the world of Janet clamping shut around the second knuckle behind you. Wet pink flesh reaches up to catch your falling form as the pale floor you lay on ejects itself from the cavern, slamming your back against the inner side of her upper lip. You land face first onto the taste bud carpet, helplessly wailing. Sticky spit climbs and coats every part of you, seeping into any nooks it can. Janet salivates, filling her hot and humid mouth with liquid, unknowingly preparing to deliver you to the next stage of digestion. You're raised to the roof of her maw, and with one almost involuntary gulp, the contents of her mouthful drain into the pit at the end of her food chute, all the contents expect for you that is. Without any willing input from you or her, your body, sprawled out, sits clung to the very back of her tongue under a thin film of mucus.
~
Janet, hearing the enticing echoes of chitchat, returns to the living room. She spots the newly arrived Hina gossiping with your mother in the doorway, and takes action to involve herself in the conversation. "Hey there, Hina. Early as always I see."
"Oh, hi Janet." The young office intern says meekly. "Karen and I were just talking about her son. Have you seen him yet?"
Karen perks up. "That's right, I never finished explaining to you what was so special about him. Come with me, I'll show you." She leads the two women into the kitchen.
A brimming anxiety spills into your mother's expression as she scans the tray, the counter, and any relevant surroundings for her son. "Oh no, oh god, where was he? He was right here! I swear he was right here!"
Janet, confused and discomforted, lays a hand onto Karen's shoulder. "Somethin' up? Never seen ya this distressed before."
"No, no, I'm sure everything is fine. It's just, I don't know where my son is. I think he got scared and ran off somewhere. He's not used to having strangers in the house."
Concerned, Hina asks, "Are you sure it's safe to have your son off by himself? I mean, his condition..."
"He's surprisingly adept at getting around and staying out of trouble. As long as he isn't on the floor he should be safe, I hope." Still shaken up by your disappearance, but not wanting to ruin the mood, your mother changes the subject. "So um, Janet, you said you were thirsty right? Can I get you two anything to drink?"
"Got anything special for the occasion?" Janet pries for alcohol.
"Well, I did grab some wine, but it's a little too soon for that, don't you think?"
"Nonsense! What's the point of throwing a party sober? Bring on the wine!"
"I don't know about that." Hina says. "Not to be rude, but I think it would be best if everyone had some time to socialize before we have to deal with drunk Janet."
"Ouch, Hina! If your gonna be like that, then what else is there?"
"We have sweet tea, lemonade, juice, soda, and water."
Janet takes a moment to consider the pleas of her friends before choosing a drink. Upon her request, your mother pours Janet a glass and hands it to her. She brings the cup to her lips and casually takes a swig.
~
It was as if a goddess were speaking directly into your mind as Janet spoke, you couldn't just hear her words, but you could feel them, the vibrations shaking you to your bones, all while you were getting whipped around wildly by her flicking tongue. Like a drop of honey, ever so slowly rolling down the side of a jar, you shifted closer and closer to the place where Janet's salivating seabed went vertical. You tried your absolute hardest to not become food, to not die in the stomach of an oblivious woman, but it would seem that all of your efforts were in vain, as a torrent came rushing in, sweeping you down Janet's throat and into her boiling gut, an ice cold torrent of...
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