Writing Entry 01 - “University Funding”

Mrs.Mennings, now naked body stood a mere millimeter tall, if that, on the surface of the cold wood podium, the mile high figures of her colleague and nano- ionic conductor stood tall. The giant woman bending down and collecting the bow empty clothing that adorned Mrs.Mennings just moments ago.

“Brianne! W-what the hell did you just do to me?!” The minuscule squeaks trailed weakly through the air, to no avail. Her body language was all she had to convey at her size. The massive head of Brianne reared down, the middle aged woman’s nose expelled hot gusts down on top of her. Her braided locks falling onto the table as her olive skin reflected light, every pore, wrinkle, and minuscule detail at normal size, now like a museum of human anatomy in front of her. It was awe inspiring, yet, filling her with dread..

With a boom, “You look a lot better at this size Christie..” she cooed, the breath from her recently brushed mouth blew down onto Mrs.Menning’s body, forcing her to curl into a shivering ball while her hair rocked in the wind. “I-It’s so c-cold..”

*Sigh* “I really appreciate you for helping me build this whole thing Mennings, incredible work indeed, but, since the university will split the funding benefits 50/50 if they knew it was a partnership, I’ll just have to do it this way..”

Brianne’s eyes scanned at the poor speck on the podium, the power and irony of it all sending a tantalizing shiver down her spine. She placed the I do hope you like living as a bug on school ground Christie..or on second thought..”

Brianne plucked the shivering bug of a woman in between her fingers, thoughts piling into her head, as her tongue started to protrude slightly from behind her lips.

“You look so cold Christie, maybe I can help with that..”

“Jesus Christ what are you doing!” Mrs.Mennings flailed, her legs trapped between miles of fingerprint, watching her colleague betray her and slowly, to her horror, reveal her tongue and widening maw. Hot breath poured out from her initial exhale, coating Mrs.Mennings in slight spittle that flew out, and warning her shivering body. The landscape of her face blurred in the distance, now slowly came more and more into view. Absolutely helpless at the hand of, or in between the fingers of, this titanic woman.

The mouth opened wide, plush lips, shining in the university research room lights, and bumped and texture tongue, escaping out in front of her. The teeth, of which laid about like rows of ivory, and her throat, expanding and contracting with every slight internal movement and twitch. “Please!! No! I have a family Brianne! Fuck! Someone help meeee-

The tiny squeaks muffled instantaneously as her minuscule figure was plunged into the mouth. Briannes lips wrapped delicately around her fingers, pulling back with a slight string of saliva trailing from her lips. No tiny woman to be found.

“Fuck ! Fuck! Agh! Oh god, she ate me! The bitch actually ate me!” Mrs.mennings point of view changed to the alien world of inside Brianne’s maw, thrown about as her tongue felt her tiny pinches and weight, tossed into her mouths cheek, sloshing in wet saliva. Mrs.Mennings tried breathing, in the humid air, choking on the thickness of her mouths atmosphere.

This is where she would remain, a tiny mint tossed about in Christie’s mouth, savoring the sheer power and helplessness she had over Christie Mennings. The tiny speck nearing the back of her throat every so often, brought back with a clearing of her throat. Awaiting the now, minutes away presentation to the university board..