Sarah's Find - Chapter 35

The wet sounds of the gigantic girl sucking the dip of her finger filled your ears. You could hear her tongue sloshing around inside as it licked and slurped around her pinky. Eventually, she withdrew it; her tongue swishing out and lapping up whatever debris was stuck to her lips.

Then...her mouth began to open.

You saw everything. The brightly lit kitchen meant that the dark cavern was brilliantly illuminated. Soggy crumblets of chips lined the bumpy surface of her massive, writhing tongue that was arched slightly in anticipation, waiting to receive the index finger so it could start eagerly licking. Her hot, humid breath wafted out, sending a fine mist of fresh spit onto you. Long, thick cords of saliva stung from several bottom teeth to the top ones. One of these cords had broke and now swung in the moving air of her breathing. As her mouth opened, a gurgling sound came from the back of her throat and more came from below; deep below in her busily churning guts. Even her heart, slowly and calmly beating, was faintly heard as it tediously continued it work within her generous bosom, which made soft distant fleshy sounds as they swayed with every minute move and slapped against each other.

This young woman was very much alive. Her biological systems were fully a go, and the sounds of their busy machinations filled your ears. Every process that made up this young lady threatened to overwhelm your puny perceptions. And soon, you'd be added to that system. You'd be added to her deep inner workings. First, you'd be lapped up by the tongue, riding across a raging sea of spit. Mostly likely bumping into many of the large mounds of taste buds along the way. You could rest assure that your tiny body would certainly not register any flavor at all to her conscious mind. Then, you would either be washed onto her teeth which would grind you into a pulp (unless you were too small for them to really get at you) or you'd be simply whisked straight down her throat.

Assuming you wouldn't drown on the way down her esophagus, you'd land in a dark, dank living cave that would be her busy stomach. Once there if you, by some miracle, were still in one piece, could expect to immediately die when you fell into the sea of burning acid. She had been snacking voraciously before you had been swallowed so her digestion would certainly be in full swing. Once you were good and properly dissolved you would then join a slurry of goop down into her small intestines where your fate would find a fork in the road. Down the one path, where your body had not been chewed to a fine paste, your skeletal remains would possibly be durable enough to survive the acids of the stomach. So, being an indigestible mound of bone, no matter how tiny, her body would have little use for you, meaning you'd be taken to the large intestine, where you'd sit in a literal mound of waste before eventually being expelled from her body.

The other path, where you were a paste, was a more complicated one. As your body had been ground into a more accessible form, you'd likely be completely absorbed into her system. The only questions would be how much nutrients would your puny form really be able to give her and where would her body allocate them? Maybe some small doses of vitamins would be taken to her brain to help her cognition. Or perhaps some would go to her heart to make it stronger? Her hair to make it shine just a smidge brighter? Or maybe you would just end up as a tiny bit of fat on her tits or ass. Your legacy would be another cell of fat on her generous chest and rear end. Your biological prison would be faced with an endless series of quakes as she walked or maybe jostled around as she teased her boyfriend with her assets. Maybe you would stay with her for many years or maybe only a few weeks until she exercised and your were lost.

All of these possibilities ran through your mind in a matter of seconds as her finger slowly began to draw you in.

Then, it stopped.

Instead of being taken into the dark cavern, the finger suddenly went upward and you were greeted with the sight of two large brown eyes. They were looking directly at you. A surge of hope fills you and you try to raise your arms to wave at her. But you can't. They are stuck in the dip that adheres you to her finger. The mist of spit from earlier has thickened it a bit, making it even more difficult to move. But still, she's looking at you! She must recognize you, even in all this gunk. She...

The eyes narrow and a furrow appears at her brow. The frown is undeniable. The hope is instantly replaced with dread, but you're only allowed this for a moment before the finger begins to move again. Your vision becomes blurred with the rapid movement and you cannot see what is happening. You can barely hear it. But you are able to make out what seems to be a ripping noise. Then, abruptly, darkness surrounds you and you feel your body once more being scooped up. This time by something much rougher than the young lady's soft skin. You are then rolled around against this new material. It almost feels as if you're being wrapped into something.

You're then falling.

By now you're used to the feeling, so it is unmistakable. You are still wrapped in your new prison, but you cannot see where you are going. Fortunately, the descent is not long and you feel the sudden impact. Immediately after, something lands on top of your wadded prison. It's big and heavy, but fortunately you are cushioned from the weight. Then, you hear the muffled sounds of her moving. The good news is that whatever happened, it took a lot of the goop off of you and you are now able to pull yourself free from what little still holds you. Your fingers dig into the material that scooped you and, miraculously, even at your size you are able to tell what it is: a paper towel. She just wiped off her finger, wadded it up, and likely tossed you into the trash.

But why? She had seen you! She KNEW about you! About the shrinking! Why would she just toss you away? Even if she hadn't been able to fully recognize you, wouldn't she have double checked to make sure you weren't another poor soul that had been reduced to a meager size? You remember that she had placed you on the edge of her bed. Surely she must assume that was where you still were. But it didn't make any sense. Regardless, however, you needed to get out of here. It was dark and smelly and you didn't want to be here when someone added more garbage...or changed the back. The latter seemed like it would be rather soon. The can was pretty full. The wad of paper towel held the lid open just a crack, allowing you crawl out into the light beyond the trash. A corner of the wadded towel arched up to above the lid. You'd be able to crawl back on top of the trash can and get to the counter via the cord again.

As you were reaching up to grab the lip of the lid, you head a gurgling sound. You turn towards it and see a large ass looming directly over you. The towering body bends slightly, drawing the rear closer. Then, a loud report sounds from above and you are suddenly blown off of the paper towel.

Once again, you're falling.

If it had not been for the large piece of chip that had undoubtedly fallen from her while eaten, you probably would have died when you hit the tile floor of the kitchen. Fortunately, the chip took most of the fall, shattering as hit it.

Up above, the body is still bent. Another, smaller report distant rumbles up above. She straightens and then sighs. You can hear the sound of her rubbing her belly as she takes a step. The resulting quake deeply rattles your bones and fear fills you. It's been awhile since you've been trapped on the floor and you now see just how horribly humongous everything is from down here. Sarah now resembles more a skyscraper than a human being (though she's more gigantic than any skyscraper you've ever seen). It takes everything in your neck to even see up towards her ass. You'd have to lie completely flat on your back to see further up her body.

Now what do you do?

The trash can is made of smooth metal. There is no climbing back up it and you can't see any cords that would lead you back to the counter. The only option to get back up there would be to climb Sarah herself. It wouldn't be hard. The pattern sewn into her yoga pants would make for a simple climb with many things to hold onto should she start to move.

A loud sound above abruptly rang out, making you jump. The flinch was so great you lost your footing and stumbled onto the ground. You rolled over and looked up to see the titanic chick holding both hands up before her as if she were trying to crush some bug flying in front of her. In fact, looking now, you thought you could see something buzzing around before her. Barely anyway; it wasn't just because it was far away, but whatever it was was tiny. A fly? No, those would be bigger. A gnat more likely.

She brought her hands together in another deafening clap. Afterwards, she opened her hands and examined them, then brushed something off her palm. Whatever had been bugging her, she had successfully squished it. You could faintly see some other small specs buzzing casually around in her “airspace”. Had she mistaken you for a gnat? It didn't matter. You needed to get off the floor. You could only hope the bugs near her were too small to notice and that they wouldn't annoy her enough to drive her away from you.

Fortunately, that worry was elated as she leaned onto the counter, dropping her heavy breasts onto the surface. You could actually see crumbs fall as her tits crushes some chip fragments as they landed. Your eyes followed these crumbs as they made their descent before landing at her feet. Now you saw that she was wearing a pair of worn white Crocs, which were surrounded by a liter of bits and pieces of chips that she was eating.

This gal was certainly a messy eater.

You made your way across the floor, having to literally jump across the gaps in the tile. On some occasions, you could use a piece of a chip as a bridge. But slowly and surely, you made your way to the base of the white Crocs of the young lady...