“When Diane told us at book club she was volunteering at the shelter, I could see through her,” Maryann said, placing a fresh Marlboro in her mouth. “Everything she does is for show.”
She moved the lighter to the cigarette and you wanted her suck in rather hard as the tip of the cigarette began to glow. She placed the lighter down and removed the cigarette from her lips, pursing them into a tight circle before letting a steady stream of smoke rush over you. Your tiny coughs seemed to amuse her.
“So I knew I had to do something to one up her. But the thought of being around homeless people… well, let’s just say it’s not for me. And then Doreen told me about a charity that was just handing out tiny people, poor helpless little people like yourself who needed a caretaker… well, I knew everyone would find that far more impressive than scooping soup for people who need to get a job.”
As Maryann took another drag you realized she was everything you hated. Your thoughts were interrupted by another stream of smoke.
“I can’t wait to show you off. They will all be so envious. Especially Diane. She’ll rush to get her own tiny man. But I’ve already warned them about her, how she let her dogs starve.”
“Wow… she really did that?”
“No,” Maryann laughed, “but I don’t need her stealing my spotlight. That hussy only cares about being seen.”
You found odd humor in the fact the irony of what Maryann was saying was lost on her. Maryann brought her cigarette to her cleavage and flicked her ashes between her breasts, catching you off guard. Why on earth would she do that?
“Oopsie, looks like I made a little mess. Clean me pet, you’re the perfect size to help,” she chuckled, placing you beside of the pile of ash. She placed her open palm against her tit, and you picked up the fragile piece of ash, making sure it didn’t break apart and dropped it into her hand. You began to think she was clearly a lunatic.
“Oh, now someone is all messy,” she said, mimicking a pout as she held you back up. “Let me help you.”
Her cavernous mouth opened and her large tongue darted out, and she sat you upon it. Before you could object, you were sucked into her mouth. She used her tongue to toss you around inside of the moist dark cave, occasionally sucking you like a piece of candy. You briefly saw light as the filter of her cigarette made it’s way between her lips. The smoke she sucked out was harsh and covered you like a minty fog. It vanished into her lungs as you fell upon her tongue coughing. It quickly re-emerged as she blew it out, rushing over you like a dry waterfall.
She gently spat you back into her hand.
“All clean, did you enjoy your bath, pet?” She asked. You obviously didn’t, but understood your situation and the only acceptable answer.
“Yes Maryann.”
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