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Micro Doctor
🕑 Added 2020-05-19 19:16:47 +0000 UTC(I made this edit forever ago but I didn't make a story yo go with it, so here it is! Patrons, Let me know if you guys want more little mini stories taking place within the interview series universe!)
When the shrink wave first went out, Sasha didn't care about the risks of treating Micro patients. Despite the warnings from her colleagues, friends and family, she continued to do her best to help people adjust to their new Micro sized lives. It was no surprise to anyone that new her when she was found shrunk, there were plenty of people that believed the disease was transmitted through contact, though Sasha told anyone who would listen that there was zero evidence to back this up. What was surprise to everyone was Sasha's insistence that she continue doing exactly what she was doing before, she wasn't about to give up on her career just because she was, well...small.
It took a lot of convincing, but Sasha assured everyone who doubted her that, not only could she do everything she could before she shrank, but also that her new tiny size would have advantages in the field of medicine that normal doctors wouldn't have. On her first day back she would have the opportunity to prove it.
An irritated throat, difficulty swallowing, her patient had all the symptoms of strep-throat, but as a doctor Sasha needed to be sure before she prescribed any medicine, and the easiest way to verify the sickness was a look inside.
"You're sure this is safe, Doctor?" Clara asked, a woman in her middle ages, Clara was normally not one to shy away from new experiences, but to have this younger woman, so tiny in stature, inside of her mouth?
"Absolutely! My shoes are non-slip!" Sasha hoped the joke might help make her patient more comfortable, despite her claims to her superiors, now that Sasha was looking into the vast, wet cavern of her patients mouth, she felt her legs tremble slightly. She could hear the faint gurgles emanating from the back of her throat, Clara had skipped breakfast it seemed, and she was hungry. The back of her tongue where Sasha needed to go was especially slick with saliva.
One wrong slip...
Sasha shook the thought from her mind as Clara hesitantly extended her tongue outward, like a fleshy, bumpy, red carpet for her to use as a means of entry into her mouth. It was...strange, Sasha felt her feet sink into the taste-buds covering Clara's tongue and did her best not to think about how small she really was, but there's nothing that can prepare a person for being inside another person's mouth though. She felt like...food...
Sasha steadied herself as a gust of moist breath buffeted her, suddenly, the fleshy, wet cave around her began to darken. Sasha spun around, nearly slipping as she watched Clara's teeth descending from above, the opening of her mouth was shrinking and the light inside was fading.
"Hey Clara, don't close your mouth, I can't see without the light! ....Clara?"
Sasha felt it then, the fear that she'd been warned about. She had heard the awful stories and chosen not to believe them, humanity couldn't be that cruel, surely.
"Clara...? Clara! CLARAAAA!" There were tears in her eyes as Sasha scrambled back towards the entrance of Sasha's mouth, slipping and sliding down her tongue as the light slowly dimmed. "Noooo!!! Don't eat me! DON'T EAT ME!!! PLEASE!!!"
It was a satisfying feeling, knowing the lump that just went down your throat was a pathetic young woman who probably fancied herself some sort of intellectual superior to you. Clara hated doctor's and other such types, and she took significant pleasure in swallowing them the most. Using her finger, she traced the outside of her neck, following the little lump that was formerly her doctor down her neckline, squirming in delight at the thought of what awaited her, wondering as she always did what it was like? Did they die of suffocation? Or did they dissolve first? Had anyone ever made it into her intestines alive? Or even further? To the toilet? Clara was shaken from these thoughts as her nurse came back in.
"Oh! I'm sorry, have you been seen yet?" She asked Clara.
"No, not yet, will it be much longer?" Clara lied expertly.
"Oh, i'm sorry about that, your doctor...well she's actually a Micro, she gets lost so easily at her size, let me see if I can find another doctor to see you! I'm so sorry about the wait!"
"It's fine I suppose" Clara said, feigning annoyance.
The nurse left after apologizing and Clara smiled, feeling her stomach gurgle.
Uuurp!
Despite being alone, Clara blushed as the burp climbed her throat and escaped her mouth.
"Looks like she's already being digested!" Clara patted her stomach, satisfied with her efforts for today. Faking the need for a doctor's visit in order to digest a silly little Micro playing doctor was more than worth it...
