“Hey! Did you take the last of the bubblegum?” Your girlfriend’s voice sang from the kitchen. Her voice was more playfully annoyed than angry, but that didn’t give you much comfort when your girlfriend was a witch. You stood up form the sofa, arms raised in surrender as Sophie walked over to you, that fiery glint in her eye that told you it was far too late for you.

“Sorry, babe, I was just ab-” you started to speak before she placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. Whatever she had planned, you knew any more protests were going to make things worse. There was a brief flash of a wicked grin, and you felt a jolt of energy pass from her hand into you, spreading down your body, skin tingling, your body beginning to transform. Witches took such poetic revenge.

You took a few steps back, wondering just what you were going to become. It wasn’t the first time she’d ‘practiced’ her magic on you, and being accidentally turned into a frog wasn’t much fun either, but at least you knew she’d change you back after a while. Your held your hands out in front of you, looking for any signs of scales or growing fur, but they seemed perfectly normal. So focussed were you on your hands that you didn’t notice that your body had begun to shrink, slowly at first, your clothes starting to slip a little, hanging loose from your body.

“Hey, look up!” Came your girlfriend’s voice, cheerful and teasing, sounding higher up than you were expecting. You lifted your head, expecting to meet her eyes but instead looking straight at her chest. “My eyes are up here…” a gentle hand reached to your chin, guiding your head up to look at her, now staring down at you. For a brief moment, you wondered if she had grown, but seeing the room around you gradually getting bigger made you finally realise you were shrinking.

“Hey, no, come on!” You started to protest again, taking a few steps back only to trip over the bottoms of your trousers, falling onto your ass. She grinned wider, clearly quite pleased with herself as the tingling feeling grew stronger. You were shrinking more rapidly now, a dizzying sensation as the world grew larger and your clothes spilled around you. You shuffled back, socks falling from your feet as you pulled your legs out through your trousers, naked now but for the tent-like shirt around you.

Your girlfriend towered above you. It was a stunning sight, though you had a nagging feeling she was about to step on you at any moment. Finally, the shrinking stopped, the tingling sensation fading as you tried to gauge just how small you were now. You figured you could run under the sofa, if you wanted, looking over at the coke can you lost under it weeks ago.

With no warning but her shadow falling over you, Sophie reached down to pick you up, her fingers gently squeezing at your shoulders. Air rushed passed you as she lifted you up, your legs dangling freely below until you were dropped unceremoniously onto her palm. “Heya, cutie! What’s it like, only being an inch tall?” She lifted her palm slowly, bringing you closer to her face, filling your vision.

A second wave of energy hit you before you had a chance to respond, and that familiar tingle spread through your body, oddly warming. Being naked, it was easy to see your skin beginning to change, shifting colour to a vibrant pink, shining in the light. You ran a hand down your chest, feeling the unnaturally smooth texture, shivering a little.

“Why pink?” You asked, meekly, the realisation of what you were becoming still not hitting you. The shape of your body began to soften, losing detail, becoming an almost crude human shape, like something sculpted out of clay. Gone was any trace of muscle definition, nipples fading into nothing, your fingers starting to stick into a single mitten-like shape as you ran them helplessly over the smooth skin between your legs, shuddering involuntarily at the pleasure you felt. You could feel your head changing, a sweet taste of strawberries filling your mouth as your features became more simple and cartoonish, your hair sticking together into a single mass.

You could feel your breathing slow to a stop, your heart becoming still in your chest, a wave of instinctive fear and panic kicking in before your reminded yourself that magic would keep you alive - in whatever weird way. Inside your body, organs and bones and muscles alike were slowly changing, merging together into a single mass of candy - the bubblegum your body was becoming. Moving became difficult, your body slow to respond even though it was oddly flexible now, your whole body curling slightly as you moved your arm in front of you.

“You… I… you made me into bubblegum!? But I was going to buy some more!” You cried, your voice sounding oddly squeaky, glossy pink eyes staring in defiance at your girlfriends grinning face. Her smile, usually so warm, now had a predatory gleam to it.

“Sorry dear…” she replied, not sounding sorry at all “I guess I just couldn’t wait that long, I’m just really craving strawberry flavour. But don’t worry, I promise not to swallow you.” Apprehension washed over you as you contemplated escape. You could run off her had, fall to the floor below, making a run for the sofa… but even if you tried, your feared your bubblegum legs were too slow, or you’d end up smashed into the fabric of the carpet. She curled her hand, tipping you between a finger and thumb, squeezing your body gently. You could feel your body beginning to give, heating up in her warm fingers, an oddly pleasant feeling as your insides squashed and softened under the pressure, your hard candy skin beginning to crack.

“Please, no, honey… I’m sorry! Don’t eat me!” You protested as she lifted you up, hanging you over her, your legs dangling slowly below as you looked down into her open mouth. Normally, you might have loved to have seen this view, but that was when you weren’t an inch high and made of bubblegum. In an instant, you fell, tumbling through the air, dropped onto her waiting tongue.

Landing, the first thing you noticed was the warmth of her tongue, firm and solid beneath you, slick with her saliva. You stumbled around, trying to get some purchase as her mouth closed, plunging you into darkness. For a moment, she was still, leaving you to contemplate the sounds of her body - thumping heartbeat and roaring breathing magnified and echoing around her mouth - fearing what you’d hear if she swallowed you now.

Her tongue rose up beneath you like a breaching whale, throwing you into the side of her mouth, dashing you against her teeth. You stumbled again, trying to climb off her teeth before the inevitable happened: her jaw closing, crushing you between her molars. Your body flattened, pressed between her teeth, warping across the shape of them, an odd wave of pleasure spreading through you as your body spread sideways.

For a moment, she paused, letting you contemplate what had happened. You were still able to move your body despite its crumpled shape, limbs now zig-zags, torso crumpled and spread out between two teeth. You tried to pry yourself out from between them but couldn’t get any purchase with your warped arms, bending and slipping off the smooth enamel, so slippery with her saliva.

There was a peeling sensation as her jaw opened, your body stretching out as parts of you remained stuck around different teeth. You could feel gaps forming as your body became thinner, her saliva running across your skin, mingling with your body. Another bite down, and your body was pressed back together, legs sticking to arms, your head folded against your torso. She rolled you between her teeth, crushing and stretching and rolling your body about, the same waves of pleasure each time your body deformed.

You lost track of how long you were being chewed, occasionally thrown from one side of her mouth to the other, all sense of bodily definition lost as you became a shapeless blob of bubblegum. Apparently satisfied you were soft enough, you felt yourself being carefully rolled to the front of her mouth, her lips parting as she began to blow.

Warm air filled your body, beginning to stretch out as she blew you into a bubble, the feeling strange and peculiar as some parts of your body grew paper-thin, the rest staying stuck to her teeth as if clinging on for dear life. Your face felt stretched sideways, half emerging from her mouth as your bubble-body grew larger, seeing a distorted vision of her face as one eye stretched out. She blew harder, and you stretched further, and thinner, until…

*POP* Your body split apart, tearing, snapping back against her lips in a sudden release of tension. The feeling was strange and euphoric, a sense of deep satisfaction, as if you entire life had been leading up to that moment. For a moment, you were stunned, your mind struggling to make sense of the feeling.

As sensation returned, you realised she was pulling your body back into her mouth, rolling you back up with her tongue before pushing you back between into one cheek, chewing you some more. It felt good as your body deformed around itself again, merging together, but you yearned for that inflating feeling again, the surge of feeling that came from your body bursting. It wasn’t long before you got your wish, again rolled to the front of the mouth, Sophie blowing you out more slowly. You had time to savour the feeling of being stretched, thinner and thinner, tension growing in your body as you wondered when the release would come, the sudden shock as your body burst apart. That now familiar rush of explosive sensation, stunning you for a moment as she rolled your broken body back together, chewing you a while more before blowing you up again… and again…

After untold bubbles, she finally seemed to tire of you, opening her mouth - light washing over your body, though you eyes were so distorted you could barely make sense of what you were seeing. She lifted you out, squishing you a little between her fingers, rolling you into a neater ball before squashing you down onto the tabletop, saliva pooling around you.

You remained there for a while as she watched television beside you. You tried to pull yourself back together, unrolling your body, freeing your arms and legs. It was a slow process, but you gradually managed to get some approximation of your body back, vision returning to normal. You stood up carefully, taking a few steps forward to the edge of the table, looking over at Sophie. She turned to look at you, smiling, pleased to see you’d managed to get your shape back.

“So…” you said “want to try a different flavour?”