The Babysitter
Once Sam had climbed up to the squishy base of the giant boy's neck, the tiny teenager contemplated the best way to get Jacob's attention.
He stood on the boy's sensitive throat and jumped up and down. He screamed his head off, yelling up to Jacob. He stomped and stomped with his bare feet, but nothing happened. The giant kid looked so peaceful, silently slumbering and delicately dreaming. He had no idea about Sam's existence. Sam dug his nails into the warm skin. He beat his fists down and yelled louder.
Nothing.
In his sleep, the middle schooler let out a cute, boyish sigh. Sam sat down in defeat.
To Jacob, Sam was a tiny bug. His screams probably sounded like a mosquito's high-pitched wings. The tiny teen started to formulate another plan.
He stood up and walked to Jacob's outstretched neck, grabbing his soft flesh. He climbed and climbed up the giant boy's chin. His chin was so smooth, Sam had trouble finding handholds. He just pinched the warm skin and climbed up with his upper body strength.
Holding onto Jacob's bony chin, Sam pulled himself up and stood on the giant boy's face. The boy's warm humming was so much louder now. A soft breeze blew out and sucked in, emanating from Jacob's nose, towering a distance away.
Sam could see Jacob's eyelashes sticking out from off in the distance. They were almost hidden behind his chubby cheeks. But what was right in front of him were Jacob's giant pink lips, folding out of the boy's skin.
Sam laughed at himself as he realized when the ground beneath him was so sticky. He remembered how Jacob had gulped down an orange soda earlier. The boy had gotten some in his belly, but most of it on his face. Sam peeled his foot off the sticky skin and resumed walking.
Sam guessed that the only way to get Jacob's attention at his size was to scream directly into his ear. The tiny teen started to walk past those giant lips over to his ear.
At one point, the ground started getting less sticky and more slippery. There was a distinctly sweet smell. Sam picked up his feet, feeling a wet texture under them. Looking to his left, he realized he was passing right by the boy's giant lips. "Ew... gross!" he verbalized. Jacob was drooling in his sleep, and Sam had walked right into it.
He yelped as he slipped and fell on his butt. Now his naked back was covered in the stuff. He shuddered and tried to stand, but something kept him trapped in his sedentary position.
His foot was stuck in the fold on Jacob's lips. The pink flesh made a tight seal around Sam's foot. He felt something wet and warm on his foot, coming for the inside of the boy's mouth. He squirmed and writhed, trying to climb up, but he felt more of himself sliding down.
Sam grunted as his entire knee slid into Jacob's mouth. And then everything got a thousand times worse.
"AWWWWEEOOUUGGHH"
The giant boy thrust his jaw open and let out a lion-sized yawn. Sam's heart lurched as he was flung upwards. He held onto the boy's upper lip, hanging on for dear life.
He was immediately hit with warm air. His body was thrust up against the the soft and bouncy upper lip as his mouth opened to reveal his shiny white teeth. Sam was too shocked to yell.
The yawn itself was ear-shattering. Sam couldn't cover his ears, which led to his eardrums ringing. The tiny teen was beyond disoriented. Sam made the mistake of looking down, only adding to his gut-wrenching fear.
And it smelled. Sam was hit with the powerful stench of warm sugary-orange syrup and saliva. He knew firsthand that there was no place grosser than a teenage boy's mouth. He knew falling down was not an option.
Jacob slowly brought his mouth to a close, finishing his yawn. Sam cringed at the thought of being closed right between two giant pink lips. Except that didn't happen. Jacob left his mouth slightly open, snoring gently. The giant kid was resting his head back on the pillow in such a way that if Sam were to let go, he would fall down into his mouth. Jacob's protruding bottom lip was a short distance in front of Sam.
The tiny babysitter was hyperventilating, trying hard not to freak out.
Now, a lip is a weird structure to hang on to. Sam learned this quickly as he tried readjusting his grip on the smooth construct. The pink flesh was bouncy and lubricated with spit. In one swift and sudden lapse in concentration, Sam slipped and plummeted into the darkness.
He landed with a SPLOOSH in a pool of wet saliva. His body would normally be shaking in a situation like this, but his naked skin was warmed by the hot muscle beneath him. "I'm... inside of his mouth?" Sam thought, in awe. Light from Jacob's slightly open mouth filled the sugar-scented cavern with shadows and revealed the glossy surface of the cave. He looked beneath him. "Wow.." He verbalized. Sam realized the hot thing beneath him was Jacob's tongue. It he reached down to touch it, amazed. "My science class would be jealous," Sam laughed.
He looked back down Jacob's tongue. In the dimly lit corner, there was a glossy ornament hanging above a hole that led down farther. Sam snapped out of his trance, realizing that falling down there would mean death by digestion. "I've got get out of here before..."
As if on cue, the giant kid's tongue curled and Sam was throw into the middle of it, sliding around on his back. With Jacob's head resting on the back of the pillow, and his tongue curled, Sam felt himself sliding down. "No, no, no!" he screamed.
He slid down through a pool of saliva, feeling everything get lubed with spit. His entire body was covered in the stuff. He choked and coughed, accidentally getting saliva in his mouth and nose.
Jacob's hot tasting muscle was like a slide, and Sam was sliding down, past his white teeth, edging closer to the back of his throat. His heart started to beat faster as a fear settled in. Sam thought about getting digested, getting swallowed, meeting an untimely end. Sam knew if he slipped too far, it would all be over...
...Jacob's eyes shot open. He took a sharp breath and rubbed his eyes. He moaned with discomfort, his back felt all out of sorts.
The boy shifted coyly on his mattress. He blinked. Something felt... off.
Jacob felt a tickle in the back of his throat. He grimaced and flared his nostrils as he swallowed to clear it. For some reason, he felt it tickle all the way down, as if it squirmed around in his throat.
"Huh..." Jacob whispered under his breath. The feeling subsided when he felt it enter his stomach. The kid shrugged it off. He rolled over on his belly and went back to sleep.
He stood on the boy's sensitive throat and jumped up and down. He screamed his head off, yelling up to Jacob. He stomped and stomped with his bare feet, but nothing happened. The giant kid looked so peaceful, silently slumbering and delicately dreaming. He had no idea about Sam's existence. Sam dug his nails into the warm skin. He beat his fists down and yelled louder.
Nothing.
In his sleep, the middle schooler let out a cute, boyish sigh. Sam sat down in defeat.
To Jacob, Sam was a tiny bug. His screams probably sounded like a mosquito's high-pitched wings. The tiny teen started to formulate another plan.
He stood up and walked to Jacob's outstretched neck, grabbing his soft flesh. He climbed and climbed up the giant boy's chin. His chin was so smooth, Sam had trouble finding handholds. He just pinched the warm skin and climbed up with his upper body strength.
Holding onto Jacob's bony chin, Sam pulled himself up and stood on the giant boy's face. The boy's warm humming was so much louder now. A soft breeze blew out and sucked in, emanating from Jacob's nose, towering a distance away.
Sam could see Jacob's eyelashes sticking out from off in the distance. They were almost hidden behind his chubby cheeks. But what was right in front of him were Jacob's giant pink lips, folding out of the boy's skin.
Sam laughed at himself as he realized when the ground beneath him was so sticky. He remembered how Jacob had gulped down an orange soda earlier. The boy had gotten some in his belly, but most of it on his face. Sam peeled his foot off the sticky skin and resumed walking.
Sam guessed that the only way to get Jacob's attention at his size was to scream directly into his ear. The tiny teen started to walk past those giant lips over to his ear.
At one point, the ground started getting less sticky and more slippery. There was a distinctly sweet smell. Sam picked up his feet, feeling a wet texture under them. Looking to his left, he realized he was passing right by the boy's giant lips. "Ew... gross!" he verbalized. Jacob was drooling in his sleep, and Sam had walked right into it.
He yelped as he slipped and fell on his butt. Now his naked back was covered in the stuff. He shuddered and tried to stand, but something kept him trapped in his sedentary position.
His foot was stuck in the fold on Jacob's lips. The pink flesh made a tight seal around Sam's foot. He felt something wet and warm on his foot, coming for the inside of the boy's mouth. He squirmed and writhed, trying to climb up, but he felt more of himself sliding down.
Sam grunted as his entire knee slid into Jacob's mouth. And then everything got a thousand times worse.
"AWWWWEEOOUUGGHH"
The giant boy thrust his jaw open and let out a lion-sized yawn. Sam's heart lurched as he was flung upwards. He held onto the boy's upper lip, hanging on for dear life.
He was immediately hit with warm air. His body was thrust up against the the soft and bouncy upper lip as his mouth opened to reveal his shiny white teeth. Sam was too shocked to yell.
The yawn itself was ear-shattering. Sam couldn't cover his ears, which led to his eardrums ringing. The tiny teen was beyond disoriented. Sam made the mistake of looking down, only adding to his gut-wrenching fear.
And it smelled. Sam was hit with the powerful stench of warm sugary-orange syrup and saliva. He knew firsthand that there was no place grosser than a teenage boy's mouth. He knew falling down was not an option.
Jacob slowly brought his mouth to a close, finishing his yawn. Sam cringed at the thought of being closed right between two giant pink lips. Except that didn't happen. Jacob left his mouth slightly open, snoring gently. The giant kid was resting his head back on the pillow in such a way that if Sam were to let go, he would fall down into his mouth. Jacob's protruding bottom lip was a short distance in front of Sam.
The tiny babysitter was hyperventilating, trying hard not to freak out.
Now, a lip is a weird structure to hang on to. Sam learned this quickly as he tried readjusting his grip on the smooth construct. The pink flesh was bouncy and lubricated with spit. In one swift and sudden lapse in concentration, Sam slipped and plummeted into the darkness.
He landed with a SPLOOSH in a pool of wet saliva. His body would normally be shaking in a situation like this, but his naked skin was warmed by the hot muscle beneath him. "I'm... inside of his mouth?" Sam thought, in awe. Light from Jacob's slightly open mouth filled the sugar-scented cavern with shadows and revealed the glossy surface of the cave. He looked beneath him. "Wow.." He verbalized. Sam realized the hot thing beneath him was Jacob's tongue. It he reached down to touch it, amazed. "My science class would be jealous," Sam laughed.
He looked back down Jacob's tongue. In the dimly lit corner, there was a glossy ornament hanging above a hole that led down farther. Sam snapped out of his trance, realizing that falling down there would mean death by digestion. "I've got get out of here before..."
As if on cue, the giant kid's tongue curled and Sam was throw into the middle of it, sliding around on his back. With Jacob's head resting on the back of the pillow, and his tongue curled, Sam felt himself sliding down. "No, no, no!" he screamed.
He slid down through a pool of saliva, feeling everything get lubed with spit. His entire body was covered in the stuff. He choked and coughed, accidentally getting saliva in his mouth and nose.
Jacob's hot tasting muscle was like a slide, and Sam was sliding down, past his white teeth, edging closer to the back of his throat. His heart started to beat faster as a fear settled in. Sam thought about getting digested, getting swallowed, meeting an untimely end. Sam knew if he slipped too far, it would all be over...
...Jacob's eyes shot open. He took a sharp breath and rubbed his eyes. He moaned with discomfort, his back felt all out of sorts.
The boy shifted coyly on his mattress. He blinked. Something felt... off.
Jacob felt a tickle in the back of his throat. He grimaced and flared his nostrils as he swallowed to clear it. For some reason, he felt it tickle all the way down, as if it squirmed around in his throat.
"Huh..." Jacob whispered under his breath. The feeling subsided when he felt it enter his stomach. The kid shrugged it off. He rolled over on his belly and went back to sleep.
