Eric must have only passed out for a moment, as he comes to in the same spot as he was before, in complete darkness, soaking wet in his wife’s hot juices.
“OH SHIT,” he hears booming all around him, vibrating the sides of Jennifer’s vagina. “OH SHIT. ERIC, CAN YOU HEAR ME? I CAN’T GET YOU OUT.”
Eric shuddered. He was stuck in there? He had heard about women outings things like tampons in their vaginas and forgetting, for whatever reason, that they were up there. Was he going to be like that? Just stuck there for days until he caused Jennifer some medical issue? That was going to be his fate in life? He couldn’t believe it.
“ERIC, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, I’M TRYING TO GET YOU OUT.” Of course Eric could hear her, but he couldn’t tell her that. “TRY TO GRAB ON TO MY FINGERS.” Unfortunately, Eric didn’t feel any fingers coming in to grab him.
After a few minutes of this, with no progress being made, Eric felt his world flip over. For a moment he was disoriented, and then he realized his giant wife must have stood up. “I GIVE UP,” she said. “I’M SORRY, ERIC, BUT WE’LL HAVE TO FIGURE THIS OUT LATER. I’M NOT GOING TO MISS THE COCKTAIL PARTY.”
That seemed selfish of her, but there wasn’t much Eric could do, and at his minuscule size he wasn’t sure he wanted to talk back to her even if he could. So he remained in place, trapped in place far up inside his wife’s pussy, as she got dressed and left their hotel room.
At the cocktail party, Eric could tell Jennifer had struck up a conversation. He couldn’t hear what anyone else was saying, but he could still hear his wife, so he knew when conversation turned to him, and then to her shrinking him, and then to a graphic blow-by-blow description of how he came to be stuck inside her pussy. He was mortified everyone was finding out about this, but at least she was trying to get help.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Jennifer said, “OH, OF COURSE,” followed by “I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT. LET ME TRY IT.” Suddenly, Eric felt the walls of her pussy constricting around him. The pressure continued to increase, and then right when Eric started to feel pain, he felt fingers wrapping around his torso, pulling him out.
“Oh, there you are,” he heard, much less loudly this time, as he struggled to adjust to the light. “I forgot I could just regrow you.”
Eric looked up and saw his wife, with an obviously relieved expression on her face. She still looked enormous to him, but less so than when she had shrunk him earlier; he suspected he was now around an inch tall instead of a quarter-inch like before. He looked around and discovered, to his shock, that there was a group of six or eight people surrounding him. All of these people knew about him, and were seeing him naked? This was humiliating.