Doing Her Civil Duty

I was hanging out with my friend June, when I was suddenly struck by the shrinking virus. I had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs and June had been right behind me. The shrinking process left me dizzy for a moment, and by the time I turned around and looked up, I saw that June was already in position and ready to strike. Her foot was raised high above me, and I knew the end was near. I had seen this scenario play out so many times before. She couldn’t stand tiny’s and she said by stepping on them she was doing them a civil service by putting them out of their misery. To her, tiny’s were equal to bugs.

Her foot came crashing down, but never fully landed on me. I opened my eyes from my cowering position to see her foot hovering directly above me. I could see every speck of dust and dirt that stuck to her foot, and I’m not going to lie, it scared the shit out of me. It showed me just how truly small and insignificant I really was. Then, without warning, her toes closed around me, and she lifted me off the ground and discarded me into her hand. She took me out to the kitchen and sat me down on a stool.

“Since we used to be friends, I’ll make a deal with you,” she said. “If you can make it to the edge of the stool and jump off before my tongue reaches you, I’ll let you go. However, if you don’t make it in time and my tongue does catch you, it’s going to pull you in, and you’ll be my first ever tiny snack. I’ll be honest with you, if you just stood there and willingly let me eat you, that would be so fucking hot! It’s not like you have much of a life to look forward to anyways. I promise I won’t bite. I want to feel you squirming in my belly. Or I guess, more accurately, I want to feel as you slowly stop squirming as your life fades to nourish my beautiful body. God I’m getting so hot! Ready, set, GO!”

For a second, I just stood there in shock at what she had been saying. It took me a moment to register that she had told me to go, and by the time I had, it was already far too late. I turned to run, but she was already right behind me now. I didn’t even make it halfway across the stool before her sticky tongue pressed against my back and ripped me off my feet, pulling me back into her mouth. I tried to fight against her massive tongue, but she just giggled as she tossed me around her mouth and sucked on me, enjoying my struggles.

“Mmmm,” she said, satisfied, “you taste sooo good, you have no idea. Thank you so much for standing still for so long. I understand it being hard to hold out to the end, but to last as long as you did for me, well that’s just so fucking hot. I’m so wet right now you have no idea! Once I swallow you, I want you to struggle as hard as you can for as long as you can to I can play with myself to the sensation of you giving your life for my satisfaction!”

“Wait!” I screamed as her tongue pushed me to her lips. “Please! June, I don’ want t-”

*Gulp*

Down I went. I could feel her giggle reverberate through her body as I slid down her throat and landed in her empty stomach with a plop. The second I touched it, my skin began to burn. There was no escaping it, every step she took shook her body and threw me off balance, and everything was pitch black making it impossible to see to stabilize myself. I couldn’t stand and every time I tried to get up she would shake. She did everything she could to make me suffer as much as possible so she could get off. Hearing a woman masturbating from deep within her is such an odd experience, which would’ve been interestingly enjoyable had I not been writhing in complete agony. And as I eventually became to digested to keep struggling, I fell to my back, unable to move anymore. That was when it happened. The last thing I heard before I died was her wailing out in pleasure as she experienced the best orgasm of her life...