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Shrinker on the Orient Express (16) - Vienna to Budapest 4
🕑 Added 2021-08-22 20:35:31 +0000 UTCThe tiny British boy was panting, his chest and limbs glued to the sticky, sweet curvature of Carlotta's lollipop. He had managed to turn his head to the side, to at least be able to breathe. Unfortunately, this meant that his cheek was also plastered to the candy, the foul mixture of sugar and saliva refusing to let go of his face. With one eye open, he could only look in one direction, staring out of the train window at the immense landscape as it shot by. For a fraction of a second, he forgot everything that was happening to him, and felt like he was just riding a train.
The blonde teen noticed that while she was staring sinisterly down at her prisoner, he couldn't see her. Not wanting him to miss a moment of their fun, she rectified the situation with a deft turn of her fingers. The lollipop spun around suddenly and Dom was swung to the side. When his world stopped spinning, he was looking at a far less calming sight: the enormous, pursed lips of the titanic Austrian girl.
He could see the shine of the moisture on the cracked skin, each ridge of deep red in the pink hills deep enough to skin his legs into. As delicate as they looked, Dom was under no illusion that they couldn't crush him in an instant. He couldn't look up at her eyes, and was forced to watch as Carlotta's mouth twisted into a wicked smile, showing the top row of pearly white teeth, each one the size of a doorway.
Her breath drifted down to him, a stale mix of old food and heat. He gagged a little, but he was too small for the giantess to notice: not that she would have cared. She started to wave the lollipop to and fro, starting very small at first and increasing the amplitude each time. Dom started to get nauseous as he was rocked dangerously close to the giantess's mouth. His headache from the physical toll his body had taken made his vision go hazy, but again, his tormentor didn't seem to mind inflicting this upon him.
As the arc of the candy brought the orb close to Carlotta's face. Dom flinched as her gigantic lips parted further and her tongue came into view. He shuddered at the thought of fighting the rough, powerful organ again, but all he felt was her hot breath on his skin. As soon as he had come, he was swung away from her again, picking up momentum. Then he came back.
This time Carlotta's mouth opened and her tongue leapt out. Dom wanted to evade the rough surface at any cost, but he was powerless to do a thing. He slammed into the hot, moist flesh as the lollipop smothered him into the sopping sponge. He felt the saliva cling to him, and invade the space between him and the candy. Dom's eyes opened wide in panic as he felt himself slipping from the sugary surface.
As he flailed his arms, the sweeping tongue dragged him up along the orb until suddenly, the candy disappeared. He was looking out at the ball as it drifted away from him, and he remained on the slippery, wet tongue of the behemoth blonde. He clawed out with his fingers, but failed to grab onto the retreating sweet. Carlotta felt the tiny figure on her tongue and grinned, her mouth still open.
Dom felt himself moving backwards as the huge teen's tongue withdrew and pulled him past her lips and into her mouth. He didn't move in fear of slipping off of her tongue, but his heart was racing as he felt his surroundings become hot and humid. The light around him dimmed as he entered the cavern. The noise of the train was dulled, replaced by a moist, squelching sound as Carlotta's tongue squished back into her mouth. Saliva dripped from the roof of her mouth like rain drops, splashing into the pool below.
It was impossible. Dom refused to believe that he was currently inside the mouth of a 16-year-old Austrian girl, trapped and totally at her mercy. Carlotta kept her mouth open for as long as she could before slowly shutting it. As her lips gently drifted together, the last bit of light faded from Dom's world. And then he was shut in, enclosed in the porch back hole of the blonde's gob.
He was still slipping down the face of her tongue when the organ suddenly swung to the side. The wall of flesh battered him, against the inside of the giantess's cheek, smothering him as he nearly drowned in the saliva. Without warning, he felt an overwhelming suction, like the air was being ripped out of his lungs. The liquid around him was ripped away, disappeared down the giantess's throat with a sickeningly loud gulp.
I'm an instant, air refilled the girl's mouth, and Dom gasped in as much as he could, worried that his lungs had been turned inside out by the simple act of Carlotta swallowing. He rose weakly to his hands and knees, leaning against the inside of the giantess's teeth to support himself. Unfortunately, Carlotta's tongue found him again, knocking him down and forcing him to submit to her will.
He coughed up someone else's spit, the foul taste coating his mouth as the enormous tongue swatted him down again. Carlotta pushed him against the backs of her teeth, dragging him up to the sharp cutting surfaces. Her tongue washed over the edge, pressing Dom painfully against it, threatening to cut him in half at the waist. Fortunately for him, he was easily picked back up by the moist monstrosity of her tongue, and he was lifted into the air.
The giantess flicked the tip of tongue back, tossing her toy onto the top of the warm flesh. She lifted the lollipop to her lips and grinned. Inside her mouth, Dom was drowning in saliva, slowly losing what little strength he had left in him to stay afloat. With a wet slurp, she parted her lips ever so slightly and began to drool onto her sweet.
The trail of slime dripped down, breaking on the surface of the candy. Within a few seconds, Dom's tiny body oozed out of the teenager's mouth. He was washed down onto the curved surface, half dead from sheer exhaustion. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. It seemed that every single woman that came into the train had some twisted desire to bully him, and it was starting to weigh on his mind. Did he deserve this?
He weakly clutched at the lollipop, drowsy, his arms heavy with the thick layer of saliva. He tried to raise his head, but lacked the energy to do so. He suddenly gasped as he felt himself slip. Carlotta spun the lollipop stick with a fiendish giggle as she watched the pathetic man squirm. As he lay soaked in her spit, she strangely felt better about her break up. After all, why should she waste her energy on a boy, when men were as worthless as the little insect before her. Infact, she decided that she was bored of him.
Carlotta tiredly tilted the stalk of her lollipop, watching the panic in the puny creature as he started to slip off of the ball of candy. Dom screamed, clawing desperately at the surface to no avail. As sticky as the sweet had been, the giantess's saliva was too thick for the man to get a grip. He slid head first off of the ball, tearing off a glob of spit to accompany him. He hurtled down in a terrifying free fall. The air was rushing past him as he sped towards the ground, his eyes tearing up from the rush of wind. He was deafened by the noise of his own body crashing through the atmosphere.
Carlotta watched him drop towards the ground, his tiny body moving more slowly than she would have expected. Still, despite his slow descent, he hit the ground with an anticlimactic tap, and didn't move. The teen watched him for a fraction of a second before turning her attention back to her phone.
***
Dom awoke with a terrible headache. He tried to rub his head but his arms ached even more. The rattling of metal far below him pounded between his ears, and the vibrations of the train shook him awake.
The train.
His memories came flooding back as he rolled onto his back, still naked and lying on the ground. The reddening light of the evening washed over him, broken intermittently by the shadows of buildings and trees. He couldn't see much aside from the sky through the window, but then his perspective was at a very sharp angle.
He could see the underside of a small table, stuck to the side of the carriage. Beyond the table, was a double seat, and on this sat his most recent tormentor. The soles of the teenager's dirty sneakers were hanging above him, far enough away that they didn't feel too threatening. Dom almost chuckled: he would never have dreamed of thinking such a thought about some brat's shoes, and yet there he was.
He hated her for what she had put him through. In fact, he hated all of the women he had come across on his journey, but the worst part with this girl was her apathy. She wasn't tormenting him out of spite or anger or malice. No, it was far worse: she had nearly killed him, and indeed would have, simply because she was bored. And now that he had outlived his purpose, she had tossed him aside, literally. She wasn't even looking at him anymore, not that he could do much.
Dom thought about how unfair it was that he couldn't do the slightest thing to take his revenge. She was simply too massive, and he too pathetic and minuscule. He started to wonder if being so durable was a curse, rather than a blessing. Was life really worth living when he was too small to be anything more than a plaything?
As these thoughts continued to spiral, he felt the momentum of the vehicle shift. The brakes had been applied and the Orient Express was slowing into the station in Budapest. As if on cue, the giantess set her feet down and peered down at him from between her and thighs. Her face remained perky despite the day of travel and in her eyes still danced a fire of mischief.
Carlotta was bored of the train and still bitter about her boyfriend. She was glad to have come out to see her grandparents and was sure the week in Hungary would do her good. She was, however, left with the bothersome question of what to do with the tiny man. She thought about taking him with her, but honestly didn't need to stress about keeping him hidden. After all, she didn't know how he had gotten to be as he was, but no one would believe that.
She then toyed with the idea of leaving him on the train, but it just felt boring to have him stay on the ground as he was: dejected and stoic. No, if she was going to leave him, she would leave him in a slightly more fun position. As the train came to a stop, the inspiration pulled through.
BOOM. BOOM.
Dom was startled by the giantess suddenly getting to her feet. He made to stand up as she gathered her things and darted away from her.
'Stop running,' she called lazily, but the man laid her no heed. Carlotta sighed as he left her no choice.
Dom had almost made it to the space under the bed, covering an impressive distance at his size.
WHIP.
The side of the teenager's sneaker collided with Dom's right side, knocking him into the air as if hit by a truck. Dom coughed up blood as his body skipped across the carpet like a stone in a lake. When he finally rolled to a stop, the blonde was ready and waiting. She pinched him between her fingers and tossed him onto her palm. Dom felt the air rush by as he shot into the air, up and over even the giantess's head.
The enormous hand stopped beside a piece of string above the door. Dom could see that it was a loose strand in the beautiful upholstery, sagging over the doorway.
'Hold that,' Carlotta commanded, but the man was too stunned to obey. She suddenly dropped her palm an inch, and Dom screamed, feeling his guts jumping into her throat as he felt like he was falling for a split second. He shuddered at the thought of hitting the ground from such a height and decided that he'd rather not find out for real.
'Hold that or I'll drop you,' Carlotta ordered, this time getting the result that she wanted. She felt the tiny man walk across her palm and grab hold of the string. Without warning, she ripped her hand out from under him and may have heard a faint squeak as the pathetic bug pulled the string down as he hung on for his life.
Looking up, the teen smiled at her handiwork, fixing her eyes on the minuscule figure as he dangled above the doorway. She knew that he would fall eventually, when his muscles gave out, but that was part of the game.
'Let's see how long you can hold on,' she giggled fiendishly, 'Good luck, little bug.'
And with that, she pushed the door and stepped out, almost instantly forgetting Dom as she navigated her way to her grandfather at the station. Meanwhile, Dom was still clinging to the stray string with all his might.
'Somebody help me!' he wailed, but he knew that no one was going to hear him. He only prayed that someone would come into the cabin soon, to give him even a small chance of avoiding what was sure to be a painful fall.
