You crawl into the gooey saliva, rubbing yourself into it and the smooth leather of the boot shaft. Goddess Barbara is in hysterics at your helpless body, and she presses her fingertip on top of you slowly, making you squirm in the trickle of spit.
"You get to become part of my spit. isn't that nice?" The Goddess presses down firmly and squishes you into liquid paste, then mushes your soft goo with the slaiva and smears it all along the seam of the boot shaft.