This choice: "I want to shrink down further and have you put me all the way inside you." • Go Back...Chapter #7"I want to shrink down further and have you... by: jender007   "I'm only about 8 inches tall right now, Mellin," I said, "so you've shunk me to one-eighth, about, of my normal height. As long as we're talking about 'inside you,' if you did that again..." I trailed off as she started to grin.
"Oh! I could put you all the way inside me. Matt, do you have a 'return to the womb' fantasy, by any chance?" Mellin chortled.
"I think you'd have to shrink me to one-eighth one more time after that to get into your uterus," I said, "but if you want..."
"We can wait on that," Mellin said, blushing, "I think being able to walk around with you way up inside me without anyone knowing will be close enough."
She aimed the remote at me again, and the cold light sprang from its tip, reducing my size once again. I could see everything around me growing; when the light finally stopped, Mellin pressed her hand down into the bed next to me, and I fell down and rolled onto her hand. Lifting me off the bed, she lay down, lifted and spread her legs, and brought her hand down next to her vulva. I could see her labia spread apart, and from her vaginal tunnel, slightly taller than I was, came the pungent but arousing scent of female arousal.
"Ready to be eaten by a pussy, Matt?" she archly quipped. Not waiting for a response, she shifted me and turned her hand to grab me between thumb and forefinger, while her other hand came down to even more fully spread the lips of this mouth that was about to eat me whole.
She plunged me into her depths and let go of me, then with one finger pushed me all the way into her, up against her cervix. As her finger withdrew from her vaginal canyon, the tunnel collapsed behind it, and only a tiny bit of reddish light remained for me to see where I was, untraceably deep within Mellin's body, surrounded by her flesh. I realized that if she decided that she wanted to keep me here, that there was precisely nothing I could do about it - but she was a good friend, and I hoped that things would turn out OK.
Suddenly, the world shifted, and the collapsed entrance to my private cave became the floor, and I felt a gentle rocking motion, as though I were a baby being rocked to sleep. She's walking, I realized, and this is why infants like being rocked. Being inside Mellin was certainly rocking my world; I wondered where she was going.
The rocking stopped, and after a few seconds I could hear her talking. I couldn't make out the words, but simply a deep alto soothing rumble. Then the talking ceased, and the rocking began again, and continued for several seconds, and then things came to a stop.
Minutes went by, and then the "ding-dong!" of the doorbell penetrated the layers of flesh surrounding me remarkably clearly. There was lots of motion, and I could faintly hear another deep alto rumble that wasn't Mellin's voice, and I tried to guess: Do I know this other person? Whoever they were, I would bet money that they were about to have their mind blown.
The rocking started again, and I could hear the ongoing conversation. Then the rocking stopped, and the world shifted again so that the tunnel entrance was no longer the floor. Along with bright light from outside, a gigantic finger burst through the tunnel entrance, came down gently on top of me, and dragged me over the slick vaginal surface to the entrance, where once again I was held between Mellin's thumb and index finger and lifted out.
Mellin turned and sat up, and said, "Matt, I think you know Suzy?"
Suzy was who I thought of as "my geeky girlfriend," though things had never gotten intimate between us at all. She was incredibly intelligent, having skipped up three grades so that she was in my classes in college and not in high school where most of her age peers were. She seemed to go out of her way to be around me, and never passed up an opportunity to touch me. The most I'd ever done was to hug her and kiss her forehead or cheek, but she always seemed to make the hugs last longer than I had originally planned - and I certainly didn't object; she was eminently huggable, and certainly a pleasant - at least! - female form to hold close.
And she was holding out her hand to me, and saying, "Hi, Matt! Looking a bit small today, aren't you?" Oh, did I mention? She shared my love of puns, the worse the better.
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