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Her Goddess’s lips smiled. That felt good. It was hard to call her anything other than a goddess as she lay back on a fingernail. The radiant face impossibly huge and filling her field of vision. 

“I want you to look at me and think of me.” 

To be honest it was going to be impossible to do anything else. The lips, with their thick coating of lipstick were all that Amy could see. Well almost. As the lips parted she say the teeth and the tongue, and the maw of the giantess; all of which were terrifying as well as infinitely arousing simply because of their vast scale. The hot, humid, spearmint breath washed over her again.

“I have chosen you, my little pet, because you please me the most. More than all these others.”

Amy glanced down at the tiny people around her. They had once been friends, like the goddess above her had once been a friend. Now that relationship seemed an impossibility.

“I want you to take the bus you have collected, and slide it into you, along with those inside. I want you to use them.” The lips commanded.

As if in a dream she moved her hand over the bus and grasped it. There were people inside. Those who had not gathered on the nail next to her. She slowly and deliberately moved it down her body and between her legs, before sliding it into herself with a gasp.