"That's... hot!", you shout in awe but with your size and the distance between you, Willow doesn't even hear a squeak. But she does see the you gaze in awe at her self made costume.
She comes closer again, leans over, placing her head in front of you. You see her big brown eyes - you almost lose yourself inside them - darting at you with a gentle, yet weakly concealed mischievous, air about them.
A small, dinky nose points right at you, slightly moving as she breathes. A broad, innocent smile forms her lips before she starts to frown, puffing out her cheeks.
"But you know, I looked all over the place to find you. You made me worry! Texting your gonna be a bit late but never showed up. Or, was it just an act to surprise me with your "tiny" costume?" she teased
"What? No! I don't know what happened" you hectically reply "I passed out in the hallway and when I came to, I was running for my life!"
"Then I guess you're lucky I found you! You know where we are, don't ya?" she asks in a seducing tone "We're at a vore convention!" She leans closer and continues "You know! V-O-R-E!"
You get nervous when she spells that purposely slow - opening her mouth more than necessary - enabling you to get brief glimpses at a pink, dark and wet cave.
"At least 90% of the people here wouldn't think twice about what to do if they found you like this..."
"Yes, I know...", you reply as you avert your eyes to the ground, slightly blushing, scratching the back of your head, "I'm glad you saved me! Just imagining some random guy found me I'd probably in a world of trouble right now, literally."
"Awww, that's cute. You seem to forget a small, but not inconsiderably fact...", she baits when she suddenly pokes you something wet and squishy, "I'm a pred myself..."
Your heart rate speeds up enormously. Your eyes widen in fear. You begin to feel slightly uncomfortable. As she said that, you can't help but stutter: "N-no w-way... y-you couldn't do that, right?"
A brief silence follows, interrupted by your freaked out shout as you saw her face slightly reddened, lost in thought: "RIGHT?!?!?"
"I wonder... I COULD just grind you to bits, but... could I do THAT...?" she ponders before the mischievous girl asks in a toying manner "I dunno... quite big but...
Say, why don't YOU tell me if I COULD?"
Without further ado she kneels down and starts to open her mouth right in front of you. Slowly but steadily the lips are parting ways to reveal what they had sealed. Just big enough for your head at first, the dimensional rift keeps extending, revealing a sticky, slimy and soft cave with moving pillars of a transparent liquid - cozily sinking from the ceiling to a pillowy surface encased by a set of white rocks shaped with either a levelled, spiky or edged surface - slowly decreasing in diameter as more and more of the liquid rendezvous on the lively floor.
It's obvious that, whatever she was imagining before, got her juices flowing. Your heart is racing - yet you can't deny the fact you're being slightly aroused by this view.
Reaching it's meridian, the expanding movement of her lips comes to a halt. The entrance to the newly appeared den was just a touch smaller than your body. Standing straight! You're being showered by Willows warm gentle breath, respiring through her nose as you look uphill, along her curled up tongue. It is glowing with a juicy red tone.
You can make out some kind of vague movement on it's surface, steadily flowing in your direction. Desperately resisting, a few connecting strands of saliva refuse to snap inside the slightly moving cavern until a massive change occurs, completely shaking up the picture from before...
The curled up tongue smoothly descents revealing a much smaller and more vividly opening at the other side of the room. While the excited magician swaps her breathing from her nose to her mouth an almost invisible, wobbly wall appears. The agitated surface unevenly reflects the little light Willow's mouth has to offer, as it's size start to increase forming a dancing bubble until...
*plop*
You're getting hit by a warm and humid bead, instantly sticking on your cheek. What was a mirror before now revealed a deep, dark hole periodically ventilating you with a gentle, warm, minty-flavored wind.
You exactly know the bottomless abyss you're staring at:
For you - as tiny as you are - that's a black hole, sucking up enormous amounts of matter - a good deal more than your own body mass - at least three times a day! - without ever returning a single thing of which dares to enter it...
Your anxiousness is turning into a solid panic when something hit's you like a truck: Despite Willow's reflective "quite big" her gullet is nearly as big as your girth. It might be a tight fit, but there's positively no room for doubt about it. If this salivating girl decides to gobble you up, you're done for...
Your panic transforms into horror as you are frozen in place, forced to watch her next move.
Willow takes a very deep breath and tilts her head a teeny tiny bit. The sparkling floor begins to crawl towards the back of her mouth aided by gravity. The waiting demonstrator stops moving. Most of the sticky liquid finds it's way down, permitting you to see it's sluggish descent into the pitch-black unknown void.
She closes her mouth and brings her waiting throat right in front of you, almost pushing you aside.
*Gulp*
You see a small wave searching it's way downwards, starting from her chin, as you lose it's track beneath the emblem which patiently sits on her collar bone - as if to guard the passage.
A deep, wet thunk accompanies the bulge setting off for it's journey into a vicious, cruel world.
She resumes a less threatening pose to you and inquires curiously "So, be totally honest, what do you think?"...
