Pam gives you a tap with her gigantic finger suddenly, forcing you onto your rear. She seems to be deep in thought, or perhaps she's ignoring your question altogether, as she begins to stroke your chest and stomach with her finger gently.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you," she says finally, "maybe I should show you instead."
"After all, you've certainly made a mess of my plans already."
Without warning, she picks you up and dangles you above her face. You stare down at her unblinking eyes, and the large ridge of her nose, speckled with a few golden freckles. Then, her mouth opens wide again, this time, it's unbelievably huge and you begin to struggle like your life depends on it.
"Oh quiet down, I promised I wouldn't eat you," she says, before releasing her grip on your tiny body.
You fall through the air at a breakneck speed, headfirst as you plummet towards her outstretched tongue. The slick wet muscle rises to meet you, and you find yourself bracing for impact as a whoosh of hot air blasts past you, the smell of her breath overpoweringly sweet, as if she had just been sucking on a peppermint.
With a thud that sounded like a splash, your miniature body splats perfectly on the center of her tongue, and you feel the muscular flesh contract and squeeze, as the light in Pam's mouth dims and her lips begin to close. Immediately, you begin to get to your feet, scrambling across her tongue for the entrance to her mouth. You aren't thinking anymore, fear grips you as you hear Pam's breath coming up from behind you, a steady exhalation of smells from deep inside her body, mixed with the overwhelming sweetness of her inner mouth.
Before you can get to her lips, her teeth clamp down, cutting off any hope of escape. You begin to pound on the back of her teeth, but she slips her tongue right down underneath your and slams you flat against her palate, pinning you in place with a slight chuckle, the sound of which is magnified a thousand fold given your close proximity to her throat, and the vibrations of her laugh ripple right through your body, jarring your bones.
This is not how you imagined yourself spending the trip, but there's nothing you can do except conserve your energy and try your best to breath in spite of the cloying wet heat. Trapped in darkness, you feel Pam moving around, and as you focus on the sounds outside of your mouth prison, you are sure you hear a door closing, and then the sound of an elevator chime. Pam begins to absentmindedly suck on your tiny form, making squelching noises with her tongue every time she swallows the saliva pooling in her mouth.
After what seems like forever, Pam suddenly opens her mouth, and spits you out onto her open palm.
"Well, here we are," she says, and as your eyes adjust to the brightness of the outside world once more, you realise you are both standing before what looks like a massive villa, just outside the main entrance. Squinting your eyes in the bright Bahamas sunshine, you notice a sign on the left which says "Island Relaxation Spa and Bar". Not a particularly original name, but you get the gist of the place.
"Let's get us both signed in," Pam says, as her palm closes around you, gripping your body, and leaving only your head free as she walks with you into the spa.
"Hello, and welcome to the Island Spa and Bar," a cheery female voice calls out, and you try to orient yourself in the direction of it.
"Hello there, how are ya doing?" Pam asks as she places you on the desk counter. As you get to your feet, you find yourself standing in between two gigantic women, both with breasts larger than mountains. It is a truly intimidating sight, and you gaze beyond the massive orbs of barely covered up flesh before you, to make out a pretty face, with shoulder length black hair, and eyes that seem to pierce your skin as she stares at you too.
"Oh hi there little guy," the woman says, Elsie, according to her name tag. Elsie bends over slightly, and reel back instinctively, as her massive breasts seem to fall right down towards you.
Laughing, she stops, propped up on her elbows and blows you an air kiss.
"Are you here for the spa service too?"
You can hear Pam laughing too, and you seem to be tongue tied for a moment as you stare at the pretty spa attendant and do your best not to focus on her ample cleavage.
"Uhm..uh..." you stutter, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
"Yup, slap a tag on him though, I don't want him wandering off and being mistaken for..." Pam says," for, you know..."
"Yep, I'll just get your room number and a tag," Elsie says, her focus now shifting to the computer beside her. Pam gives her room number, for the both of you, before picking up some pamphlets and skimming through them.
"Tag?" you finally ask, now that the pretty attendant is looking away.
"It's just a precaution," Pam says,"since I'm supposed to keep you safe for your mom."
"Precaution? What's there to worry about, it's just a spa," you say. You're really not liking the idea of being tagged, whatever that means. Tiny as you are, you have no intention of showing weakness, not in front of a pretty attendant like Elsie, who looks like she's only a couple of years older than you are.
"Oh trust me, you're going to want one of these tags where we are going," Pam chuckles, which elicits a laugh from Elsie as well.
"Alright, here we are, I've booked you in for the day Ms, and for the shrinkie, one safety tag, valid until midnight," Elsie chirps, as her gigantic hand hovers over you for a second, before grasping your body and lifting it up closer to her face.
You are taken by surprise, and as you are brought close to the young woman's smiling face, you can feel her breath on your body as she uses her other hand to clasp something round and bright orange around your neck, like a collar.
"Hey, what's that for!" you shout out.
"There we go, that's your safety tag," Elsie says, her lips parting as she speaks, her voice booming around you.
"Get it off me! Hey! You can't just clip a collar on me," you cry, struggling to unclip the tight orange band that's wrapped around your neck now.
"Does he know about the single's meet rules?" Elsie says to Pam, as they both watch you struggle with the collar tag.
"Well actually, that's why I brought him here, so he could see for himself," Pam says, half laughing. Elsie joins in as they both watch you struggle. Elsie puts you down on the counter and turns her attention fully to Pam.
"Just remember to get him out of here by midnight, because after that, it's a free for all," Elsie says, putting you back down on the counter as she turns her attention fully to Pam.
"You don't want to know how many times we've had to retrieve those orange tags from the most ridiculous of places..." she continues, before Pam cuts her off.
"Oh, don't you worry, I'll be taking good care of him while he's here," Pam says, "no choice, made a promise to his mother, though if you ask me, a few days here at the spa is probably all she really needs to change her mind."
Both women start laughing, and you're left confused by that last statement, and a little dazed by the fact that you have essentially been given a pet collar to wear. Any sense of dignity you might have had has been sucked away by Pam's tongue, and Elsie's collaring of you. There's nothing left to do but to find out what Pam has in store, and more importantly, what the spa is all about.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you," she says finally, "maybe I should show you instead."
"After all, you've certainly made a mess of my plans already."
Without warning, she picks you up and dangles you above her face. You stare down at her unblinking eyes, and the large ridge of her nose, speckled with a few golden freckles. Then, her mouth opens wide again, this time, it's unbelievably huge and you begin to struggle like your life depends on it.
"Oh quiet down, I promised I wouldn't eat you," she says, before releasing her grip on your tiny body.
You fall through the air at a breakneck speed, headfirst as you plummet towards her outstretched tongue. The slick wet muscle rises to meet you, and you find yourself bracing for impact as a whoosh of hot air blasts past you, the smell of her breath overpoweringly sweet, as if she had just been sucking on a peppermint.
With a thud that sounded like a splash, your miniature body splats perfectly on the center of her tongue, and you feel the muscular flesh contract and squeeze, as the light in Pam's mouth dims and her lips begin to close. Immediately, you begin to get to your feet, scrambling across her tongue for the entrance to her mouth. You aren't thinking anymore, fear grips you as you hear Pam's breath coming up from behind you, a steady exhalation of smells from deep inside her body, mixed with the overwhelming sweetness of her inner mouth.
Before you can get to her lips, her teeth clamp down, cutting off any hope of escape. You begin to pound on the back of her teeth, but she slips her tongue right down underneath your and slams you flat against her palate, pinning you in place with a slight chuckle, the sound of which is magnified a thousand fold given your close proximity to her throat, and the vibrations of her laugh ripple right through your body, jarring your bones.
This is not how you imagined yourself spending the trip, but there's nothing you can do except conserve your energy and try your best to breath in spite of the cloying wet heat. Trapped in darkness, you feel Pam moving around, and as you focus on the sounds outside of your mouth prison, you are sure you hear a door closing, and then the sound of an elevator chime. Pam begins to absentmindedly suck on your tiny form, making squelching noises with her tongue every time she swallows the saliva pooling in her mouth.
After what seems like forever, Pam suddenly opens her mouth, and spits you out onto her open palm.
"Well, here we are," she says, and as your eyes adjust to the brightness of the outside world once more, you realise you are both standing before what looks like a massive villa, just outside the main entrance. Squinting your eyes in the bright Bahamas sunshine, you notice a sign on the left which says "Island Relaxation Spa and Bar". Not a particularly original name, but you get the gist of the place.
"Let's get us both signed in," Pam says, as her palm closes around you, gripping your body, and leaving only your head free as she walks with you into the spa.
"Hello, and welcome to the Island Spa and Bar," a cheery female voice calls out, and you try to orient yourself in the direction of it.
"Hello there, how are ya doing?" Pam asks as she places you on the desk counter. As you get to your feet, you find yourself standing in between two gigantic women, both with breasts larger than mountains. It is a truly intimidating sight, and you gaze beyond the massive orbs of barely covered up flesh before you, to make out a pretty face, with shoulder length black hair, and eyes that seem to pierce your skin as she stares at you too.
"Oh hi there little guy," the woman says, Elsie, according to her name tag. Elsie bends over slightly, and reel back instinctively, as her massive breasts seem to fall right down towards you.
Laughing, she stops, propped up on her elbows and blows you an air kiss.
"Are you here for the spa service too?"
You can hear Pam laughing too, and you seem to be tongue tied for a moment as you stare at the pretty spa attendant and do your best not to focus on her ample cleavage.
"Uhm..uh..." you stutter, barely loud enough for anyone to hear.
"Yup, slap a tag on him though, I don't want him wandering off and being mistaken for..." Pam says," for, you know..."
"Yep, I'll just get your room number and a tag," Elsie says, her focus now shifting to the computer beside her. Pam gives her room number, for the both of you, before picking up some pamphlets and skimming through them.
"Tag?" you finally ask, now that the pretty attendant is looking away.
"It's just a precaution," Pam says,"since I'm supposed to keep you safe for your mom."
"Precaution? What's there to worry about, it's just a spa," you say. You're really not liking the idea of being tagged, whatever that means. Tiny as you are, you have no intention of showing weakness, not in front of a pretty attendant like Elsie, who looks like she's only a couple of years older than you are.
"Oh trust me, you're going to want one of these tags where we are going," Pam chuckles, which elicits a laugh from Elsie as well.
"Alright, here we are, I've booked you in for the day Ms, and for the shrinkie, one safety tag, valid until midnight," Elsie chirps, as her gigantic hand hovers over you for a second, before grasping your body and lifting it up closer to her face.
You are taken by surprise, and as you are brought close to the young woman's smiling face, you can feel her breath on your body as she uses her other hand to clasp something round and bright orange around your neck, like a collar.
"Hey, what's that for!" you shout out.
"There we go, that's your safety tag," Elsie says, her lips parting as she speaks, her voice booming around you.
"Get it off me! Hey! You can't just clip a collar on me," you cry, struggling to unclip the tight orange band that's wrapped around your neck now.
"Does he know about the single's meet rules?" Elsie says to Pam, as they both watch you struggle with the collar tag.
"Well actually, that's why I brought him here, so he could see for himself," Pam says, half laughing. Elsie joins in as they both watch you struggle. Elsie puts you down on the counter and turns her attention fully to Pam.
"Just remember to get him out of here by midnight, because after that, it's a free for all," Elsie says, putting you back down on the counter as she turns her attention fully to Pam.
"You don't want to know how many times we've had to retrieve those orange tags from the most ridiculous of places..." she continues, before Pam cuts her off.
"Oh, don't you worry, I'll be taking good care of him while he's here," Pam says, "no choice, made a promise to his mother, though if you ask me, a few days here at the spa is probably all she really needs to change her mind."
Both women start laughing, and you're left confused by that last statement, and a little dazed by the fact that you have essentially been given a pet collar to wear. Any sense of dignity you might have had has been sucked away by Pam's tongue, and Elsie's collaring of you. There's nothing left to do but to find out what Pam has in store, and more importantly, what the spa is all about.
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June 3, 2023
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