Tiny Roommate – Taking The Plunge

A Condensed story. Inspired by Galiagan’s Tiny Roommate series. Sequel to Tiny Roommate.

Content Notes: F/m, shrunken man, mouthplay, panty entrapment

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Brian kept Jessica on her toes, that’s for sure.  Admittedly, she hadn’t really thought through what agreeing to host a Condensed person would mean, but she doubted anything could have prepared her for this latest wrinkle.

She and Brian were hanging around the apartment as usual.  She hadn’t been going out much lately, and of course he couldn’t go anywhere she didn’t take him.  A toothpaste ad came on the TV, and an odd thought occurred to her.  She looked over at Brian sitting atop the pillow at the other end of the couch.

“Hey, Bri,” she said invitingly, “wanna try something weird?”

He had perked up as soon as she had started speaking.  “What kind of adventure did you have in mind this time?”

Jessica and Brian had already messed around with many diverting situations a Condensed person could find themselves in, and Brian had become quite familiar with many regions of Jessica’s corpulent body.  They had not yet, however, explored the circumstances she was now considering.

“What do you think about going inside my mouth?”

He cocked his tiny head to the side in puzzlement.  “Are you serious?”

“Most def.  I wanna hear what it’s like for you in there.  Aren’t you curious?”

Brian didn’t say anything for several moments, and Jessica could tell he was looking at her sprawling belly.

“I’m not gonna eat ya, silly!” she said with a dramatic eyeroll.  “No biting, either.  I’ll just open wide and you can do the rest.”

He hesitated one more moment.  “Doesn’t that seem a little…intimate to you?” he asked finally.

She pursed her lips and shook her head slightly but vigorously.  “Nope.”

Brian shrugged.  “Alright, then.”

“Yaay!” said Jessica like a five-year-old.  She got up from the couch, then sat on the floor and rested her chin on the couch seat.

Brian slid down the pillow and landed on his feet on the cushion.  Jessica never got tired of watching him navigate the giant environment.  He walked toward her resting head, stopping about six inches from her face.  He crossed his arms and looked up into her eyes, and her response was to raise her eyebrows in encouragement and open her mouth.  He nodded to himself and started to slip his boxers off.

Jessica drew back in confusion.  “What are you doing?”

Brian hesitated, one leg out of his underwear.  “There’s no reason to get my shorts wet, is there?”

She didn’t care whether his shorts got wet or not.  It wasn’t even like she had never seen his tiny dick before.  She was pretty sure she had even touched it once or twice while handling him.  It was almost insubstantial to her.

So what if he’s naked?  It wouldn’t make it any weirder than it already was.  Don’t spook him now.

“Whatever, suit yourself, just get in ma mouf.”  She returned her head to the cushion and opened her mouth wide enough to roll her tongue out like a supple pink carpet.  Her eyes crossed as they tried to follow his approach.  He disappeared from her field of vision and she waited.  She felt one, then two tiny feet step onto her waiting tongue, followed by one tiny hand grasping one of her upper incisors.  For balance?  He couldn’t have hoped to resist her from closing her jaws if she so chose.

Jessica felt Brian step further into her mouth.  He almost lost his footing when she reflexively swallowed some excess spit.  Her jaw began to ache from being held open so wide.  Fuck it.

She pulled her tongue back inside her mouth and closed her jaws.  He fell backward onto her tongue and lost his grip on her upper incisors before they nestled in front of the lower incisors rising to meet them.  He was initially slammed up against the roof of her mouth, but she quickly lowered her tongue and slightly re-opened her jaws far enough to create more space in her mouth without parting her lips.  She cradled him with her tongue until he could re-orient himself.

The first movement she felt was his little hands pressing against her palate, followed by his little feet.  The thought of Brian trying to hold her mouth open while lying on his back on her tongue provoked her to laugh, but she kept her lips closed and just let her chortle resound inside her chest, throat, and head.

She started to lift her tongue back up and she felt his tiny limbs start to buckle, but then she relented and sighed with the knowledge of her complete mastery over him.  He started scooting backward, away from her throat, until she tapped her incisors together with an audible clack.

Jessica dropped the back of her tongue and curled the tip up to press Brian’s little head and shoulders to her palate, and he had to turn his face to one side in order to keep breathing.  While she had him pinned she sucked off some of the spit coating his body and swallowed it.  He’s like a big piece of soft candy.  I never have the patience to suck those all the way; I always end up chewing them.

She opened her jaws wide again, this time parting her lips to admit a bit of air and light into her mouth.  Using her tongue, she nudged Brian between one set of her molars, which she gently closed to hold him immobile.   Boy, do I have him now.  One bite and he’d go down easier than a jalapeño popper.

Jessica finally took mercy on Brian, releasing him from her jaws and shoving him forward with her tongue until his head and shoulders emerged from between her lips.  He did nothing for about a minute but sputter and gasp.  She wondered if he realized that her powerful incisors were less than an inch from his chest and back.

“Jessica, I think—” was all he managed to say before she, acting purely out of instinct, slurped him entirely back inside her mouth.  Oh Bri, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist.  She opened her mouth wide again to give him more air and light.  He was lying face down on her tongue, his head extended past the tip.  Having had her fun, she waited patiently for him to try talking to her again.

Brian didn’t try to exit her open mouth.  She could still feel him moving slightly, but he seemed content to lie along the mid-line of her tongue.  His lips seemed restless, and she thought she detected a small object wedged between him and her tongue.  What the hell is that and where did it come from?

Jessica was just about to stand up and go to the bathroom mirror to see what she could see when Brian’s motions became much more energetic and rhythmic.  Omigod that little perv!  She whipped her head around, trying to find a safe spot to spit him out, but before she could aim her mouth at the couch he jizzed all over her tongue.  Heedless of the upholstery, her violated tongue shoved the tiny man out of her mouth and into the center of the cushion.

Still partly coated in spit, Brian tumbled to a stop.  As he slowly sat upright, Jessica glared at him, shaking her head and tasting his cum.  It couldn’t have been more than a few drops, but somehow the volume seemed greater to her.  Nevertheless she gave a grim smile and swallowed with determination.

“What the fuck, Bri?”

Brian looked confused and not a little frightened.  “What do you mean?”

“You fucking came in my mouth!”

He stood up unsteadily, keeping his eyes on her indignant expression.  “I thought that’s what you expected me to do.”

“I just wondered what it would be like—for both of us—to have you in my mouth.  I never said anything about me sucking your tiny little dick or you humping my fucking tongue.”

“It sure seemed like your tongue was fucking me, Jessica.  After all the things we’ve done together recently, it seemed like you wanted to take the next step.”

“What are you talking about, ‘next step’?  What things have we done together that made you think I would be interested in that grain of rice you call a prick?”

“Jessica, I’ve crawled all over your body.  I’ve taken naps between your tits.  You yourself stuck me between your ass cheeks.  I had my face right up against your butthole, close enough to rim you.  When was the last time you did that with anyone else?”

“I can’t do that with anyone else; they’re not bugs!”

Brian put his hands on his hips.  “Is that what I am to you, a bug?”

Jessica started to laugh, but looking at the wounded little man she had been happily living with for almost three months, her response died in her throat.  What was going on here?  Yes, she called him a bug in her head and with her friend Shondra, but she hadn’t called Brian that to his face since the first day they met.  She hadn’t thought anything of letting him get close to her body because it was hard to take anything seriously about someone that small.  She had to handle him or carry him on her person all the time.  How could he have reasonably interpreted that as anything more?

“No,” she said, surprising herself.  “You’re my roommate.”

“Well,” he said patiently, “roommates have been known to fuck on occasion.  I thought that’s what you wanted.  I’m sorry if I misread the signals.”  He retrieved his shorts and started to pull them up.

“Wait,” she said, closing her eyes to gather herself.  “Let me take you to the sink to rinse off first.”

Jessica held out two fingers for him to pass her his shorts, then she collected him with the other hand.  She didn’t look at him as she carried him to the bathroom, and she stared at the cheap Maxfield Parrish print on the wall as Brian rinsed himself in the sink.

Standing over him, she handed him the washcloth that he used as a towel.  “I need some time alone to process this,” she said.  “Are you okay with going in your box?”

“Sure,” he nodded.

With a polite smile she lowered her hand for him to climb into, then she took him to the bedroom and set him down next to his “quarters.”  Once on his feet, he looked back up at her, and she nodded at him before heading to the fridge for a beer.

After taking a swig, Jessica looked around for her phone.  Gotta hear what Shondra thinks about this.  She walked into the living room toward the couch.  It wasn’t much of a wet spot, but she sat at the other end nonetheless.

She was halfway through the text message when she decided she didn’t need Shondra’s opinion after all.  I’ll tell her about it later, but right now it would only complicate things.  She’s never been in a situation like this, anyway.

Jessica swiped over to Beeftube, her standby porn site, and clicked the Condensed filter.  Instead of her usual gay male stuff, she selected Straight: Condensed Male.  As usual, the women in porn seemed completely unnatural to her, whether it was their artificial bodies, nonsensical makeup, stupid dialogue, or forced reactions.

The women were handling Condensed men as if they were spokesmodels displaying jewelry or other accessories, playing more to the camera than focusing on their miniature co-stars.  None of their behavior was convincing and she quickly lost patience.

Her interest revived, however, when she came upon a clip that was shot from the Condensed man’s perspective.  The camera operator must have been Condensed as well.  Somehow the little guy’s responses and behavior was more convincing to her.  The camera would pan over the gigantic female form on the bed and then to a close-up of the tiny male porn star.  There was no doubt that his awestruck lust was genuine.  Is that how Brian feels when he sees me standing over him?

Finally, she had to click on a clip where the woman was entertaining multiple Condensed men in both her mouth and her vag.  She was lying on her back, writhing and grappling her boobs, but beyond that it didn’t seem terribly contrived to Jessica.  The best parts were the closeups of her orifices and seeing all the little guys squirming with ecstasy.  Unlike in regular porn, these guys didn’t pull out for a money shot (they couldn’t get out at all without assistance), but Jessica was more than ready to believe they all blew their loads inside the actress (who also seemed genuinely to be having a good time).

Jessica wasn’t really surprised to find herself a bit worked up.  Normally she wouldn’t hesitate to take care of herself, but this wasn’t a normal situation.  She knew her passion wasn’t for some anonymous Condensed guys on Beeftube; it was thoroughly bound up with her Condensed friend in the next room.

She got up from the couch and walked slowly back into the bedroom and knelt down next to Brian’s box.  A gentle-double tap on the top of the box was her version of knocking on his door.  He came out and peered up at her, seemingly eager to read her emotions.  She laid her hand on the carpet next to him.

“Can I buy you a drink?” she asked earnestly.  Brian smiled and stepped into her palm, and she curled her fingers around him so she could stand up and carry him to the kitchen.  I want to have this conversation under bright light.

Jessica set Brian down on the counter next to the stove.  She pulled a beer out of the fridge and offered to pour some into his tiny cup.  “I’m good,” he said, “but you go ahead.”

She leaned her hip against the oven door handle, bent over him, and placed one hand flat on the counter for support.  He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, and he craned his neck back as her face loomed over him.

“Bri, I’m sorry for overreacting.  You obviously surprised me, but I can see how you thought I was leading you on.  That was my bad.”

He had unclasped his hands during her apology and his arms dangled at his sides.  “Thank you for saying that, Jessica.  I’m quite relieved not to have misjudged you.”

She nodded and her pulse accelerated as she approached the point of no return.

“So even though we had an awkward moment back there, I’m kinda glad you brought this up.  I think I must have been working on some of the same feelings too, somewhere under the surface.  Yer growin’ on me, Bri.”

“So to speak.”

“Yeah.  So, anyway, I think I’m up for this, if you still are.”

“You mean, you wanna hook up?”

“Yeah,” she said with more finality than she felt.

“Excellent!” he shouted.  Damn if he didn’t pump his fist in the air.  Not too long ago she might have thought that silly, but right now his enthusiasm just made her feel hot.

Jessica reached down and grabbed the excited little man and hugged him to her face, pressing him flat against her cheek.  Feels like someone is excited alright.

She brought him around so she could see his face, and when she confirmed that he was still up for this, she embraced his whole head with a lingering kiss.  She had no doubt that he was leaning into her pliant lips with his head and neck.

A gentle calm came over Jessica as she lowered her hand and opened it about six inches in front of her chest.  Brian sat up, admiring her heavy breasts with a dreamy smile on his face.  Everything’s in a different light now.  When he had snuggled between her boobs before she had just thought it was cute.  Even stuffing him in her ass had been more amusing than arousing.  Now she really wanted him to encounter her body as a sexual playground.

“Whaddaya say, Bri, I think there’s only one part of my body you haven’t explored yet.”

“Are you talking about…?”

“Yep.  Welcome to the jungle,” she said, pulling her panties open and spilling him out of her hand.  She sucked in her gut so he wouldn’t bounce off it to who knows where.  He just grazed it and tumbled onto the outstretched front of her panties, which he slid down like an awning.  He disappeared behind her relaxing belly and she let her panties snap back to entrap him against her crotch.

Jessica closed her eyes and tried to determine Brian’s activities through touch alone.  She called it “the Jungle,” and while she hadn’t shaved down there in a while, she never had much hair to begin with, and no one had ever hesitated to put their face right up in her business before.  Of course, none of them had been three-inches-tall, either.

Is that, is that his—oh, it’s his foot.  He had been pressed up against her vag lips—not as firmly as with her mouth lips—and he was fumbling around with them, perhaps trying to identify landmarks.  His dainty hands and fingers felt so weird on her labia, but she still could not figure out his precise location and orientation.

She took a sip of beer and walked into the living room.  Her panties were rather tight, but not tight enough to hold Brian up against her vag while she was walking.  He fell onto the gusset, where he was jostled by her churning thighs.  She imagined him buffeted by the walls of her flesh and looking up at her taint.  I’m your whole world now, Bri.

Jessica had long ago accepted that she was a Big Girl, and it no longer inhibited her, sexually or otherwise.  She was used to the idea that people could like her or be attracted to her and still be a little daunted by her body.  She embraced it, in fact, and all of her relationships were better for it.

With Brian, she wasn’t just a daunting lover, she was a force of nature.  She was Hurricane Jessica, she was the San Andreas Fault, and Brian wanted to fuck her anyway.  That thought touched her deeply, as deeply as Brian might venture.

Approaching the couch, she felt Brian ascending to her vag again by climbing her pubes.  You’re welcome!  Impressed with his industry, she dislodged him again when she lay down on the couch, her head on the pillow and her feet drawn in and her knees bent upward.  Brian had fallen past her taint and was partially wedged between her ass cheeks.  She clenched her butthole for old time’s sake, but he easily extracted himself and climbed atop her vag, which was now open to his every probe, however delicate or deep.

Shondra’s gonna flip out when I tell her about this.