Inspiration can come from anywhere. Instead of the Muse, this time the prompt comes from a new acquaintance, an actual giantess with some interesting ideas.
Jan. 18, 2025: At my admiration of Google Street View, the Giantess proposed Google Mouth View.
Hey, good afternoon. You’re _____? Nice to meet you. I’m Julian, your driver. Help yourself to a complimentary water; you can purchase anything else through the QR code.
You don’t say? No, I hear that sometimes. Mostly it’s people’s first time, they don’t, you know, they don’t know what to expect. They think it’s like, uh … what’s that show with Ms. Frizzle? Magic School Bus? Something like that. I never saw it, I’m more like the Fraggles generation, but I think I get it.
Well, here we go. Sorry, I gotta ask you to buckle up. This is a safe trip, haven’t had any incidents since the first week we started doing this, but you know. Law requires it. And … yeah, you figured out that you can’t work the windows or door locks back there. You’re perfectly safe—there’s an option on your phone for if you think I’m kidnapping you or something—but you cannot move around, you cannot work the doors or windows. It’s for your safety and convenience. If you’ve done this before, you should know. Please stop trying the … okay, it looks like you were lying to me before and this is your first time. That’s important for me to know, you don’t have to lie about that. All right? You gotta be clear with me if you don’t know what you’re getting into.
Yes, that is in fact the law. I don’t make this shit up. If you want out, you have to say something right now before she picks us up.
All right, now it’s too late. You see her fingerprints on the windows, that means it’s too late. You’re in for it now, but if you can be cool, everything’ll be okay. Got it? You just gotta fucking chill right now, seriously.
Me? Like eighty times. I love it … no, seriously. I really enjoy this. I drove it a couple times, and I requested permanent assignment. Every time I do it, I think I see something new … but I just love being here. You can’t see it, but we’re like a hundred feet off the ground now. Here, look through the front: we’re coming up to her neck, and there’s her chin, and those are her lips …
All right, at this point, I have to ask you to calm down. If you cannot, I will be forced to subdue you through whatever means necessary. You didn’t back out at the approved checkpoint, so you have legally agreed to see this all the way through. You can do this awake or asleep. You see this? It puts out 25,000 volts each time. It won’t knock you out, it’s not designed to, but I can use this as much as I need to, to get you to calm down. Is that the way you want to go?
Just have a water. Control your breathing, here, follow me … in … out … and have that water. Triple-filtered, about as clean as it can get. Focus on how it tastes, and breathe with me … in … out … there you go. You’re cool, you can do this.
She really has nice lips. Look at them, colors of dusty rose where they swell and raspberry in the wrinkles. Don’t they look like sorbet? Oh, you say “sher-bert”? Where you from? Yeah, I thought so. That’s how they say it out there. But look at that, seriously. The way the light glints off the swell of her lip. Isn’t that pretty? I just wanna reach out and stroke it once, but even I’m not allowed to do that. Doors and windows closed at all times. I just wish once I could slip out and lie down on that big, fat bottom lip … no, I’m not scared of that. I’ve done this over eighty times, I trust her. She’s the good sort. You hear about those others, she’s not like that. Yes, really, eighty times. You’re, like, eighty-three or eighty-four for me, I’ll have to check.
Those are her lower incisors. If you looked at your friends’ teeth, really up close, you’d see they’re uneven too. Everyone’s teeth are like that, some just look worse than others. This woman, you’d never notice if she were your size. It’s just that now we can see where her 25 … uh, the right central incisor … look, that one right where I’m pointing, now we can see it’s slightly misaligned. It doesn’t affect anything, and I kinda like it, because it’s different. Next time you’re out with your friends, ask if you can check out their teeth. You’ll be surprised.
But look at how clean and glossy they are, right? You’d think they’d be all sharp because the incisors cut through carrots and meat and stuff, but look. Here, I’ll pull up next to them—she set us on her lip, I can take control again—look at that. They’re really blunt, all of them are. If I could let you roll down your window, you could reach out and touch them for yourself. They’re blunt and round. They’re just like, so soft-looking, I can’t believe they can tear through someone’s finger or whatever, like you see in the movies.
And now I’m driving up the edge of her lip, toward the corner. We’re not going to go all the way up there, it gets way too thin for the car, but we can drive up to her premolars. Look at that: what makes her special is there are no fillings. No shit! Look around, see if you can find one. I don’t think she even has those white ceramic filings. She’s just got really healthy, strong, natural teeth everywhere you can look. I’m telling you, I wish they’d let me climb out and just walk all over her teeth. You see how soft they look? I mean, they’re hard, that’s solid enamel and whatever, but all those rounded edges, the way they rise and fall, it looks like rumpled fabric. Just for five minutes, I’d like to slip out and touch all her teeth with my hands, just to know for sure. I can’t do that: if I opened the door, I’d be fuckin’ fired. No debate, nothing. I’m trapped in here just like you, until we’re done, if that makes you feel any better.
But yeah, back there you can see her premolars leading to her molars. They just look like popcorn, or the way snow melts over a row of bushes around a building. They look like wadded-up blankets to me, and I just wanna touch them so bad!
No? You don’t get that? I mean, that’s fine, to each his or her own, or their own, I guess, these days. But … seriously, you look out at those creamy white teeth, and you don’t just wanna put your hands all over them? Even those bubbles of spit around them? Shiny and colored like soap bubbles … everything about them says security and comfort to me. Maybe that’s just me. I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t wanna … I just don’t get it.
All right, now I’m taking a right turn off her lip, and it’s easier if you let your spine go loose as I drive over her molars. I’m going as slow as I can, I’m not trying to shake you up or anything, but it’s easier for you if you can go loose right now, just until I can pull up under her tongue.
It’s fine, I always lose a little traction here. My wheels are basically useless now. I’m relying on her to understand where I am, and … yeah, there she goes. She’s just giving us a little nudge over her tissues. You can see the backs of her lower incisors, how the tartar builds up at the base. There’s nothing you can do about that, believe me: I brush twice a day and that shit still builds up when I go in for my checkup. They tell me it’s ’cause of where the saliva ducts are, how they just gush mineral deposits on the teeth like that, like you’re looking at. It’s fucking irritating, brushing that hard and it doesn’t make a difference. If they’d let me out of this car, I’d scrape that shit off her teeth myself. Seriously! I’d love to do it, I think it’d be satisfying, like bubble-wrap.
I want to clean off her teeth, everywhere. I want to floss the chicken and corn out from between her teeth. I want to scrape the tartar off her incisors. That’s part of … I don’t know if that’s why I took this shift, or if I want to do it because I’ve been driving this shift so long. I mean, we’re completely safe in here, I’ve done over eighty rides, but … it still feels like I’m here at her mercy. She’s legally required to let me make this ride, but the fact that she hasn’t done anything to even scare me, it makes me want to … serve her. Sounds weird, I don’t know how else say it. When I drive in her mouth, yeah, I feel subservient to her. I want to do whatever I can to make her happy.
Shit, I forgot that Central can listen to me when I’ m driving. Hold on.
No, Central, I’m not leaving the vehicle.
Yes, Central, all doors and windows are locked. Passenger is secure. I’m not leaving, Central.
Eight minutes, Central. Yeah. Yes. Eight minutes, no problem. Out.
Oh, those fucking pricks at Central. It’s like they all got their dicks chopped off and nobody else can have one.
Shit, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean for things to get real. My main priority is for you to know we’re completely safe, everything’s going according to plan. If you’ll look out the left windows, you’ll see we’ve cleared the underside of her tongue and are edging up against her gums along 17 through 22. Sorry I didn’t point out the underside of her tongue: she’s got these two parallel blue veins that are the prettiest goddamn things you ever saw. She only displays them when we drive along the bed of her jaw, so sorry if you missed it. They’re really pretty.
Hold onto the door handle if you need to, but otherwise it’s better if you relax. We’re rubbing up against her gums, and I can’t drive up her teeth, so we just have to sit here while … yes, you see the bubbles around all the windows. That’s her saliva, she’s flooding her lower jaw right now to lift us up to the level of her teeth. I promise you, these molars are just like the ones on the other side, so if it’s all the same to you, I’m just going to drive up on her tongue.
Roll with it. It’s just this big curve on the edge, and then it levels out … there we go. It’s all easy from here on out. Just don’t look out the right windows if you’re scared of heights … or, fine, do it. Yes, that’s her throat, and I’m not—
Please stop screaming. I’m not going anywhere near her throat. You’re perfectly safe, she’s not going to take us down there, and I’m not driving any closer to it. If it bothers you, don’t look, that’s all. It’s a fact of her body, I can’t block it out for you. Lots of people are into it, in fact. Yeah, really, they’ll have me park right here—I’m not going to, calm down—and just take pictures of it. Her uvula cants off to the right, the left from your perspective, and she can breathe in a certain way to make it, like, vibrate. I dunno, I think it’s cool. I can’t make her do it for you, there’s no way for me to radio up to her or anything.
She just trusts where I am in her mouth. We’ve done this over eighty times, and there’s like five other drivers doing the same route. She’s used to it, it’s just a matter of routine. We all do the same thing, and she responds to us the same way. Nothing bad has ever happened, after the first week.
I mean … you have to allow that there’s a rough period where we figure each other out. Right? It can’t go perfectly the first time. There was just like a … hold on.
Yes, Central, receiving.
All right. I mean, affirmative, Central. Out.
I can’t talk about that. And it wasn’t that bad, just trust me. It hasn’t happened in the eighty rides I’ve been driving since. I really need you to calm down.
Here, look at her taste buds on the left side, all right? All the way out to the tip of her tongue, they get smaller and finer. I used to think they stuck up like blisters or pimples or something, but most of the time, no. They just lay flush with the rest of her tongue, shades of pink and red, all glossy with her saliva. Look at that, how smooth that is. I’m betting there’s some texture there. Like, if I could get out of this car and put my hands on her tongue, I’m pretty sure I could feel the ripple of hundreds of papillae.
You know any French? You know the French word for “butterfly”? Papillon. There’s a breed of dog called Papillon, because it has huge ears like a butterfly’s wings. But far as I can tell, papillon has nothing to do with papillae. They sound really close, but I can’t figure out their connection. “Papillae” comes from a word meaning nipple, and I get that. I look out at her tongue and I can see a hundred little nipples, all waiting for my attention …
Whoa, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to creep you out. At this time I must advise you that if you feel unsafe or threatened in any way, you should refer yourself to the option on your phone to report this incident to Central. I promise you I didn’t mean anything offensive or aggressive to you, and I apologize for any coarse language I may have shared with you in an unguarded moment.
Okay, thank you. I appreciate that.
You may feel the wheels digging a little bit, the car moving a little sluggishly. If you look out on the left—please do not look out on the right—you’ll see that her taste buds and the constant stream of saliva do not afford us much … grippage. I call it “grippage,” it’s not really a word but I think you get what I mean. Traction? Anyway, it’s slippery and rubbery here. We’re making progress across her tongue from left to right—her left to right—and now we’re heading into her cleft.
No, she’s not going to swallow us. It’s just the median line running down the length of her tongue. Here, use my mirror: you have one, too.
And up we go on the other side. She’s really helping us out by not doing anything. One time a giantess, not this one but another one, tried to help the car up the rise of her tongue and—hold on, let me shut that beeping off.
I’m not allowed to talk about that. But it hasn’t happened since. You’re completely safe.
So up we go on the other side. Do you have any questions? I think her tongue is delightful. I keep asking Central, if I do a hundred successful rides, will they let me out and check out her tongue. They’re pretty insistent that this will never happen, but I dunno. I think if I prove to them that I’ve done a hundred safe, successful rides, there shouldn’t be any risk of—
Ach, gotta shut that beeping off. Sorry. New topic.
Okay, now, I’m going to circle around on her tongue. Please calm down, I’m not going toward her throat. If you look out the front window, and now the right windows, you’ll see I’m rounding the tip of her tongue, right behind her incisors. We’re basically outside of her mouth, if you think about it.
Take the time to look up—as far as you can, please do not roll down your window—and observe the roof of her mouth. We call this her rugae, the ridges that form along the insides of her molars and premolars. Everyone has rugae, you can feel your own inside your mouth, but they’re all different. They’re almost like fingerprints, unique and individual. I haven’t driven for any other giantesses, so I can’t tell you how different they are, but I can tell you I’ve got this woman’s rugae memorized. If you left me in here blindfolded, I bet I could feel my way around just by her rugae.
No, Central, I was not asking the passenger to let me out. Negative. Out.
They’re smooth around her molars, and then they start to ripple toward her upper incisors. I made up a little story for myself about how they bunch up behind those huge teeth that she uses to tear into things. I dunno, maybe that’s only interesting to me.
Here, she’s doing something for us. I’m just going to park here on the edge of her tongue, we’re not getting any closer to her throat, so you don’t need to worry about that. Look up through the windows at the roof of her mouth, her palate. She’s going to do something really cool.
Please hold onto anything you can in the back seat. You’re perfectly safe, but you can look at it better if you hold onto something. She’s moving her tongue around but we’re not going to go anywhere. We’re perched on the tip of her tongue as securely as if we were bolted here, I promise you. I’ve done this over eighty times.
So, she’s moving her tongue around, and you don’t have to pay attention to the movement of her tongue, but look up.
You see that? The roof of her mouth actually moves along with her tongue. I didn’t notice that for the first thirty rides. It’s all in the back of her mouth, it makes sense that the roof of her mouth by her front teeth wouldn’t move, but when you look at the back of her mouth, it’s all tender tissue. You can see how it’s all really connected, it’s not just one part here and one part there. She moves her tongue back and forth, and the roof of her mouth tugs along with it.
Like, have you ever been really close to a giantess when she’s masturbating? She’s just rubbing her clit, but she’s tugging her labia side to side. It looks painful to me, but I’m just a guy, what do I know. All this flesh is being jerked around, just like it is now in her mouth. I just think it’s interesting how nature makes all these parallels.
Mmm. And now she’s opening her throat. Fuck, I love this—pardon my French. I honestly love this so much. You don’t have to look if you don’t want to, just don’t look out the right windows. Keep looking out the left, you can see where she’s recording us in her phone. Smile, wave. She’ll send you a copy.
But on the right side, where you don’t want to look, holy fuck. Her throat—sorry for my language. Her throat is opening up, with those big, glossy, pink curtains flexing around her hole. It’s impressive to see from this perspective, every time. I think so. I love watching how they bunch up, and then they spread out like they’re going to protect her throat, and then they tense up again, like they’re going to let anything in.
I make up these little stories in my head about what’s going on in her mouth. Like the way her tongue bunches up in the back, like it’s shy, and then it stretches out and spreads over her teeth, almost like a carpet inviting anyone to climb inside. It just seems welcoming to me. That’s all I can see. I can understand on some level how you might feel threatened, being in the mouth of a woman tremendously larger than yourself. This is where she takes food inside. She bites here, her saliva gushes in to start dissolving it, and then it goes down her throat. You can see where her uvula kinda drifts to the right. Her right, our left. It’s interesting to me how they do that.
Like, what’s the biological imperative for a uvula to drift to the right? It’s just interesting to me that there’s a detail of human evolution that’s been completely ignored through generations of, like, evolving, and then one day we step back and we’re like, “why did that happen?” It just did, for no reason. No one was paying attention and it kinda crept up on us. It doesn’t even affect anything, it’s just like, “why did that happen?”
Well, okay, it looks like you’re almost done with this tour. If you look up, you can see the underside of her upper row of teeth. I’m telling you, it’s just amazing to see someone with no fillings at all. Just creamy lumps of ivory, glistening with her saliva, tinged a little with less than ten years of coffee drinking … good job flossing, nice healthy gums …
Sorry, I’ve been on over eighty runs for this tour. I notice these things, and I notice something new every time I go on them. I’m still not sure if this giantess still has her tonsils. There’s some swelling back there, but it could just be high sodium and dehydration. I don’t know how she takes care of herself when I’m not giving tours of her mouth like this. I have tons of questions, but you’ve seen how Central cracks down on that shit. I can’t even roll down my window and taste her saliva. I’ve tried. They nearly took me off this route.
Anyway, we’re at the end. Hold on tight as she lowers us to … there, we’re on the table. Her tongue is, anyway. I’m going to drive down to the tip of her tongue, and there’s a little ramp here, and … there. Done, safe and sound. I hope you enjoyed this tour of a giantess’s mouth. Between you and me, anything less than five stars is recorded as a failure, so please give me a good rating or I could lose my job.
Here, have a cookie; take two.