Oral Skydiving Lessons
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
smilingwe
Nicole enjoyed a successful first phase of her infiltration that lasted for as long as it took her to lose her footing on the hilling flat that shipped her inside and tumble down towards the monumental body of her knockout teacher; after which her amazement and wonder shifted into mortal fear and vertigo as her body plummeted towards an uncertain fate. As if that wasn’t enough, her heart sank all the way once she saw the device slip from her person and fall away from her, leaving her not only stranded at her current height, but also without a way to prevent her tall drop to the ground below! And without any way to control her descent, the teen was assured that she was a thousand different kinds of screwed; she could only brace herself and splay her limbs into a skydiving pose as her course neared her to Ms. Garcia, her only real shot at a safe landing.
Would she land safely on her teacher? Maybe her hair would break her fall; she could grab on her hair and hang on until it was safe? Or even… her breasts! Yeah, her boobs were certainly large enough to catch her! And they even seemed like a soft landing all the way up from Nicole’s viewpoint! Really, she could land anywhere on her teacher, just as long as she avoided a messy end on the floor…
Time stretched thick for Nicole, the poor girl going lightheaded on the raging air currents whistling past her body; but ultimately gaining a second air herself as she passed halfway down Ms. Garcia’s arm, her pose successfully aiding her glide forward, ever closer to Lupe’s head. A quick glance down, beside filling her with an ever building dread for her hide, updated Nicole on her current course, drifting closer still to the mature teacher’s face, her eyes looking up straight at her yet missing her student completely, her focus likely being arranging the package on top of the fridge. More importantly, her attention got snatched when, amidst the usual picture of her senior plucking away her cargo, she spotted the telltale glow of the size gun’s lights blinking alive, its sight not unlike a distant plane on the night sky. Nicole’s eyes widened in shock, this was her chance to recover her only chance to return to normal!
Dead set on getting her size (and the fate of her very life) back in her hands, everything outside the device ceased to be part of Nicole’s world. Air with or against her, aerodynamics be damned, but she began to swim, thrust, stroke and paddle in every way she could that would approach her to the tilting lights. Within a blink and a half she managed to snake-glide her drop until the device was well within her reach, and eager to save herself from impending doom, she reached out to grab the gun. Too bad for her, for while her diving approach was (sort of) calculated in its every move, her reach for the gig itself was nothing short of a jittery, desperate thrust, and she barely held the gadget in her grasp for half a second before she fumbled it away.
“NO! NOOO!”
Her scream went unheard to all but herself, her hands frozen in a clutching hold on a ghost gadget that wasn’t longer in her reach, her eyes tethered as it flunked away, just slightly off course from her very own drop. Nicole’s breath shorted out just as her voice muted down, barely able to sink in the realization that her fate was now bound entirely on her landing somewhere on her teacher’s body.
Ready to take Nicole’s mind off her fatal dexterity was a blast of warm air erupting from below, tailed by a bout of strained moaning that was as deafening as it was sudden, and with it came back her attention towards the more urgent matter of her landing. Craning her neck down to face the source of that otherworldly moan, the skysoaring girl went pale as a cloud as she was greeted with the dark, yawning chasm of Ms. Garcia’s maw waiting to break her fall a mere few hundred feet away.
Nicole couldn’t hold back her gasps or the reloaded salvo of terrified screams while the gaping mouth of her most dreaded tutor enlarged to overtake her view as she couldn’t stop her advance into the warm, inky abyss. The wrinkly pinky gate of Ms. Garcia’s lips opened to what seemed like its widest threshold, allowing her freefalling student a preview of her “saving” landing spot. Resting just below at center of her trajectory was a bowing, fleshy, plump slope lined with bumps and bubbles, flanked north and south by white rows with only the tiniest gaps between each tooth, and utter black nothingness waiting just behind the touchdown zone. And as if this canyon’s features were not enough to scare the girl on their own, the whole trauma only worsened for Nicole the larger the gap and its landmarks grew around her, that is, the closer she was getting into Ms. Garcia’s mouth.
Flapping, wailing and kicking didn’t achieve as much this time, and the scared teen closed her tearing eyes shut in panic, her grief soon growing more than she could handle. Not a moment later, the strayed girl was taken inside her teacher’s mouth as she crossed the pair of lips that until now she only had feared for a different kind of punishment. Hot, humid morning breath boiled her to a sweat in an instant, until finally her freefall ordeal ended when she crashed straight at the center valley of Lupe’s tongue. Nicole collided with the squishy, damp muscle side-first, her every last minuscule inch soaking with room-warm spittle as she sunk halfway into the spongy texture under her. While the impact stung half her body at first, Nicole was nonetheless thankful that her landing was cushioned enough not to injure her gravely.
Her perils, however, had only just begun to worsen. Ms. Garcia’s raised head may have granted a soft landing and some shelter to her student; but what it made up for in lifesaving waterbeds, it also lacked in level grounding. Nicole could only give herself a moment to rub the sting of her arm away, thankfully unbroken and whole, before the rippling tongue bounced back her sunk form and she began to slip further back.
“Ow… ow… huh?”
The girl didn’t take long to notice the update on her surroundings… at least, as far as her sight could go; a whole of two feet in front of her, as well as the gaping hole at the ceiling, which closed up right afterwards, shutting down with one last soundblast from every conceivable direction. Nicole could only plug her ears and endure as her teacher whispered out a "THERE WE GO..." to nowhere in particular. But while Nicole appreciated the following silence, or at least as silent as the dripping and breathing could be in comparison, her mind was still racing for safety. Sickness was already becoming an old feeling for her as she felt the ground slide under her, lining her back and sides with bumps, plunging her deeper still into the cavern.
“OH NO! NO! NOO!”
Thankfully for the panicking girl, Ms. Garcia had just finished shelving the delivery and leveled her head back to normal. Amidst a wave of thrashing and pleading and tasting her spit, Nicole felt the hill dragging her to her doom quickly flatten down. Her descent slowed down until she could dig her hands in the bumpy mound somewhat. Slightly relieved, Nicole breathed a heated sigh and held herself to step up on the tongue.
“Phew… Oh my god… I’m … I’m in Ms. Garcia…”
Trapped between wonder, disbelief and worry, Nicole was slow to cope with the realization, gathering herself to her own two feet on the unstable footing supplied by Ms. Garcia’s tongue constantly quivering around. She could only struggle remain upfooted and stroll through the dark surroundings guiding herself only by the odd gleam bouncing off the slimy flesh and teeth in the distance; her first and foremost goal being distancing herself as much as she could from Ms. Garcia’s throat. That’s where, in the middle of her trudge across the live hill, she her eyes caught a glimpse of a blinking green spot no further than a few feet from her path.
“The ray!”
Hope flooded the girl the very moment she tracked her missing keypiece, and she was immensely glad that it wasn’t lost for good. Hurrying her step, Nicole grew anxious as the muscle beneath her seemed to grow restless in its movements as well as its watering, almost as if her presence wasn’t all that unknown. Gulping nervously, she only could only hope that she could reach the device in time before all this saliva buildup led her to her very own detention timeout deeper inside Ms. Garcia’s bowels.
About a slip, flop and slide later, the runaway gadget was rightfully back in the teen’s hands; itself not much worse for the wear, its casing having managed a great job at keeping the woman’s drool from harming the circuitry. Breathing a sigh of relief, Nicole searched for the settings to grow herself… not entirely yet, just large enough that she wouldn’t have to worry about being swallowed, just in case. Still, she would remain herself hidden from Ms. Garcia if she could help it, even if it mean having to look for an exit fro-
Nicole’s thoughts were cut short when, all of a sudden, she was blinded by light flooding the cavern and deafened by a joyful moan blasting on echo. Adjusting her sight, the teen’s heart suffered it’s umpthempt hard stop when, beyond the tip of her carpet and the rows of jagged blocks, she could watch in plain splendor how a meteor-sized chunk of baked dessert approached the entrance, straight at her!
Nicole screamed, her own echo drowned by Ms. Garcia’s moan, and reflexively aimed the ray at the incoming boulder. Then, without even glancing to check the setting, she pulled the trigger, causing the bite to…
Would she land safely on her teacher? Maybe her hair would break her fall; she could grab on her hair and hang on until it was safe? Or even… her breasts! Yeah, her boobs were certainly large enough to catch her! And they even seemed like a soft landing all the way up from Nicole’s viewpoint! Really, she could land anywhere on her teacher, just as long as she avoided a messy end on the floor…
Time stretched thick for Nicole, the poor girl going lightheaded on the raging air currents whistling past her body; but ultimately gaining a second air herself as she passed halfway down Ms. Garcia’s arm, her pose successfully aiding her glide forward, ever closer to Lupe’s head. A quick glance down, beside filling her with an ever building dread for her hide, updated Nicole on her current course, drifting closer still to the mature teacher’s face, her eyes looking up straight at her yet missing her student completely, her focus likely being arranging the package on top of the fridge. More importantly, her attention got snatched when, amidst the usual picture of her senior plucking away her cargo, she spotted the telltale glow of the size gun’s lights blinking alive, its sight not unlike a distant plane on the night sky. Nicole’s eyes widened in shock, this was her chance to recover her only chance to return to normal!
Dead set on getting her size (and the fate of her very life) back in her hands, everything outside the device ceased to be part of Nicole’s world. Air with or against her, aerodynamics be damned, but she began to swim, thrust, stroke and paddle in every way she could that would approach her to the tilting lights. Within a blink and a half she managed to snake-glide her drop until the device was well within her reach, and eager to save herself from impending doom, she reached out to grab the gun. Too bad for her, for while her diving approach was (sort of) calculated in its every move, her reach for the gig itself was nothing short of a jittery, desperate thrust, and she barely held the gadget in her grasp for half a second before she fumbled it away.
“NO! NOOO!”
Her scream went unheard to all but herself, her hands frozen in a clutching hold on a ghost gadget that wasn’t longer in her reach, her eyes tethered as it flunked away, just slightly off course from her very own drop. Nicole’s breath shorted out just as her voice muted down, barely able to sink in the realization that her fate was now bound entirely on her landing somewhere on her teacher’s body.
“AAANGH!”
Ready to take Nicole’s mind off her fatal dexterity was a blast of warm air erupting from below, tailed by a bout of strained moaning that was as deafening as it was sudden, and with it came back her attention towards the more urgent matter of her landing. Craning her neck down to face the source of that otherworldly moan, the skysoaring girl went pale as a cloud as she was greeted with the dark, yawning chasm of Ms. Garcia’s maw waiting to break her fall a mere few hundred feet away.
Nicole couldn’t hold back her gasps or the reloaded salvo of terrified screams while the gaping mouth of her most dreaded tutor enlarged to overtake her view as she couldn’t stop her advance into the warm, inky abyss. The wrinkly pinky gate of Ms. Garcia’s lips opened to what seemed like its widest threshold, allowing her freefalling student a preview of her “saving” landing spot. Resting just below at center of her trajectory was a bowing, fleshy, plump slope lined with bumps and bubbles, flanked north and south by white rows with only the tiniest gaps between each tooth, and utter black nothingness waiting just behind the touchdown zone. And as if this canyon’s features were not enough to scare the girl on their own, the whole trauma only worsened for Nicole the larger the gap and its landmarks grew around her, that is, the closer she was getting into Ms. Garcia’s mouth.
Flapping, wailing and kicking didn’t achieve as much this time, and the scared teen closed her tearing eyes shut in panic, her grief soon growing more than she could handle. Not a moment later, the strayed girl was taken inside her teacher’s mouth as she crossed the pair of lips that until now she only had feared for a different kind of punishment. Hot, humid morning breath boiled her to a sweat in an instant, until finally her freefall ordeal ended when she crashed straight at the center valley of Lupe’s tongue. Nicole collided with the squishy, damp muscle side-first, her every last minuscule inch soaking with room-warm spittle as she sunk halfway into the spongy texture under her. While the impact stung half her body at first, Nicole was nonetheless thankful that her landing was cushioned enough not to injure her gravely.
Her perils, however, had only just begun to worsen. Ms. Garcia’s raised head may have granted a soft landing and some shelter to her student; but what it made up for in lifesaving waterbeds, it also lacked in level grounding. Nicole could only give herself a moment to rub the sting of her arm away, thankfully unbroken and whole, before the rippling tongue bounced back her sunk form and she began to slip further back.
“Ow… ow… huh?”
The girl didn’t take long to notice the update on her surroundings… at least, as far as her sight could go; a whole of two feet in front of her, as well as the gaping hole at the ceiling, which closed up right afterwards, shutting down with one last soundblast from every conceivable direction. Nicole could only plug her ears and endure as her teacher whispered out a "THERE WE GO..." to nowhere in particular. But while Nicole appreciated the following silence, or at least as silent as the dripping and breathing could be in comparison, her mind was still racing for safety. Sickness was already becoming an old feeling for her as she felt the ground slide under her, lining her back and sides with bumps, plunging her deeper still into the cavern.
“OH NO! NO! NOO!”
Thankfully for the panicking girl, Ms. Garcia had just finished shelving the delivery and leveled her head back to normal. Amidst a wave of thrashing and pleading and tasting her spit, Nicole felt the hill dragging her to her doom quickly flatten down. Her descent slowed down until she could dig her hands in the bumpy mound somewhat. Slightly relieved, Nicole breathed a heated sigh and held herself to step up on the tongue.
“Phew… Oh my god… I’m … I’m in Ms. Garcia…”
Trapped between wonder, disbelief and worry, Nicole was slow to cope with the realization, gathering herself to her own two feet on the unstable footing supplied by Ms. Garcia’s tongue constantly quivering around. She could only struggle remain upfooted and stroll through the dark surroundings guiding herself only by the odd gleam bouncing off the slimy flesh and teeth in the distance; her first and foremost goal being distancing herself as much as she could from Ms. Garcia’s throat. That’s where, in the middle of her trudge across the live hill, she her eyes caught a glimpse of a blinking green spot no further than a few feet from her path.
“The ray!”
Hope flooded the girl the very moment she tracked her missing keypiece, and she was immensely glad that it wasn’t lost for good. Hurrying her step, Nicole grew anxious as the muscle beneath her seemed to grow restless in its movements as well as its watering, almost as if her presence wasn’t all that unknown. Gulping nervously, she only could only hope that she could reach the device in time before all this saliva buildup led her to her very own detention timeout deeper inside Ms. Garcia’s bowels.
About a slip, flop and slide later, the runaway gadget was rightfully back in the teen’s hands; itself not much worse for the wear, its casing having managed a great job at keeping the woman’s drool from harming the circuitry. Breathing a sigh of relief, Nicole searched for the settings to grow herself… not entirely yet, just large enough that she wouldn’t have to worry about being swallowed, just in case. Still, she would remain herself hidden from Ms. Garcia if she could help it, even if it mean having to look for an exit fro-
“MMHHMMM- AAAAHH”
Nicole’s thoughts were cut short when, all of a sudden, she was blinded by light flooding the cavern and deafened by a joyful moan blasting on echo. Adjusting her sight, the teen’s heart suffered it’s umpthempt hard stop when, beyond the tip of her carpet and the rows of jagged blocks, she could watch in plain splendor how a meteor-sized chunk of baked dessert approached the entrance, straight at her!
Nicole screamed, her own echo drowned by Ms. Garcia’s moan, and reflexively aimed the ray at the incoming boulder. Then, without even glancing to check the setting, she pulled the trigger, causing the bite to…
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