Nate was flicking through his phone absentmindedly when he heard a knock at his bedroom window. Just outside was a pretty girl with long brown hair waving at him with a friendly grin on her face and a cup of boba in her other hand. He got up from his desk and approached the window, undid the latch, and opened it. He was hardly surprised to see Becca, she'd lived just next door for the whole 18ish years they'd both been alive, and it was really more of a rare occurrence when she didn't pop by to hang out after school.
"Hey Nate!" she chirped, already pulling herself over the window's ledge and into his room.
"You know you could just knock at the front door like a normal person."
"Where's the fun in that?" she rolled her eyes playfully. "Man, is it just me or did school totally suck today?" She flopped down onto his bed casually as if it were her own, stretching back her arms and getting comfortable. In doing so her shirt pulled up slightly, exposing her pale, thin stomach.
Nate's eyes were instinctively drawn to the exposed skin just above the line of her jeans, where just a hint of his friend's magenta panties were poking out. This was the paradox of hanging out with Becca. Undeniably to Nate, she was attractive to him physically. Though hardly a beauty queen or even the hottest girl in their class, she had that literal girl-next-door kind of quality that made her easy on the eyes but still approachable. But they'd grown up together, and there was sort of unspoken agreement between them that they'd always just be friends. He had a sort of sisterly affection for her most of the time, and though they were both single at the moment, they'd both had girlfriends and boyfriends in the past, so there was no imbalance to be too jealous of. Nate was fine with the arrangement, he valued their friendship and it wasn't worth the risk of ruining what they had. But his teen hormones were still running wild, and he wasn't above savoring peeks like these for later fantasizing sessions.
"School always sucks," he replied, pulling his eyes away before she could catch him looking.
Becca took a long sip from the wide straw of her drink, sucking up the milk tea and tiny boba balls into her mouth and down her throat. Pulling the straw from her mouth she looked contentedly up at the ceiling for a moment, before opening her mouth slightly and releasing a far from dainty burp.
"So true," she replied, not even bothering to say excuse me. Nate chuckled and shook his head, there was that other side of the Becca paradox. Sometimes hanging out with her felt like hanging out with one of his dude friends.
It was an uneventful afternoon for the two friends as they chatted and browsed their phones as usual. Nate had his television on in the background, and during a lull in the conversation he began flicking through the channels. He stopped on the local news as an image caught his eye. There was a picture of a girl on the screen, a bit younger than him and Becca. He'd never met her before, but he knew who she was. Everyone in town did.
"...as the search for Alice Grayson continues, the question on everyone's mind is whether this grisly new 'fad' is responsible." Nate froze, attempting to appear very casual, trying not to look too interested in the news story. Not only was Alice Grayson a missing teen, she was also one of the rare victims of the shrinking virus. The first cases had popped up just over two years ago, baffling scientists across the globe. Though highly contagious, the virus only manifested as a mild cold for 99% of the infected. However for that unlucky 1%, the infected found themselves rapidly shrinking in size over the following weeks. If you were lucky, you might still be half a foot tall by the infection's end, but for most, you'd be reduced to a mere three inches in height.
Alice Grayson was not one of the lucky ones. She went to St Abigail's across town, and she'd gone missing a couple of weeks ago. The anchor on the news was just playing dumb, of course. Just like everyone in town knew who Alice was, they all had a pretty good idea about what had happened to her.
"I just think it's like, so messed up," a blonde classmate of Alice's said in an interview on the TV. Nate took note of her sizable breasts, obvious even under her St Abigail's school uniform. "It's bad enough the shrinkies had to deal with the virus, now they have to worry about people trying to eat them?"
The "grisly fad" that Alice had surely fallen prey to was the string of news stories over the last two years of people swallowing "shrinkies" whole and alive—a phenomenon many were calling the "Pred Challenge." It seemed to be especially popular with the younger generation after some infamous early TikTok videos, but after those individuals faced legal repercussions, the crime usually took place behind closed doors.
This was why despite everyone knowing Alice's fate, no one would ever be able to prove it. If no one saw it happen, there'd never be any evidence. None besides perhaps the smallest bit of extra pudge on her devourer's body, and whatever else they'd flushed away after.
Nate tried not to imagine it, but another picture of Alice, back when she was regular sized, was plastered on the screen. The image all too easily entered his mind. Tiny Alice, dangling and afraid, over the mouth of her blonde classmate with the big boobs. The blonde teased her, toyed with her, slowly lowering into her mouth...and then swallowed.
Nate felt a stiffness begin to form in his pants. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to chase the image away. God, why are you such a freak? He'd felt funny the first few times he'd heard about shrinkies being swallowed, but it hadn't taken him long to realize there was something that turned him on about the idea of a hot girl swallowing a tiny girl. He couldn't explain it, but it did it for him like nothing else. There was something so incredibly naughty about it, something so alluring about the utter dominance. He was deeply ashamed of this awful kink, but there was nothing he could do to escape its spell. Oh well, nothing to do but enjoy it in private and take the secret to his grave.
"Well, have they tried not being so delicious?"
Nate's eyes shot open, whipping around in his chair to turn to Becca. She was still laying on his bed, not even looking at the screen, taking another sip of her boba.
Composing himself, he laughed slightly. "Dude, that's so fucked up!"
She smiled mischievously at him and shrugged.
Nate just smiled back stupidly, trying to appear chill, but inside him there was a storm. He was already imagining it. Becca with her hands on some tiny girl, popping them into her mouth. He thought of the boba he'd watched travel down her throat, and how easily a little shrinky would do the same, down into her slim stomach he'd caught a glimpse of earlier. From there, there'd be no escape. They'd be her prisoner, her meal. Serving her body in the only way it could, as nutrients.
Nate's snapped back to reality as Becca's eyes widened, raising an eyebrow at him. He was staring. He turned back to the screen, pretending to be interested in the commercial that was now playing. He wanted so badly to pry further, to get any details he could. Would she really eat a shrinky, or was she just joking? Becca had accidentally tapped into his biggest fantasy, and he was torn between seizing this opportunity and hiding his shameful secret.
...Fuck it, it was worth a shot.
"So...would you?" he asked, not looking away from the screen, trying to sound like he thought it was funny.
"Huh?" She asked, seemingly already forgetting what they'd been discussing.
Gathering his courage, he swiveled back in her direction. "You'd eat a shrinky?"
For a moment she looked at him confused, and he began immensely regretting pushing his luck. But then her expression shifted to a mischievous grin, and she began absentmindedly playing with her boba straw with her finger.
"I mean...if one just happened to fall into my lap..." she giggled slightly at the thought. "Wouldn't you?"
"No!" Nate laughed, his heart pounding like crazy within his body.
"Well I guess I'm just a bitch, then." She laughed, looking back to her phone.
Nate wasn't ready to move on. He wanted to hear more.
"Why do you want to eat one?"
She looked back at him with a slightly confused expression, and for a moment he feared she suspected him. But he detected the slightest bit of blush on her cheeks as a small, bashful smile formed on her face.
"I dunno, there must be something to it if so many people are doing it. I guess I'd just try it one time to see if I liked it. I'm open to new experiences, y'know?"
"You don't think it'd be freaky, feeling a tiny person squirming around inside your belly?" Easy there, Nate...
"I actually think it sounds kind of cool actually," she admitted, a big grin forming on her face. She then leaned back and patted her stomach for emphasis, then busted out laughing a second later.
Nate was barely containing himself now. If she had any idea how much she was riling him up...
"Geeze, look out shrinkies..." he snickered. It seemed like the conversation was coming to a natural end, Becca had nodded in agreement with his last comment, but he could already see her eyes drifting back towards her phone. He knew he should be satisfied with the goldmine of mental fap material he'd amassed over the last minute, but he couldn't help but goad her one more time. "Tell you what, if I ever get my hands on one, I'll send them your way."
Becca perked up with surprising speed, shifting 90 degrees to a sitting upright position in an instant. "Ooh! Yeah! You can get me one for my birthday!" she grinned excitedly, giggling a bit at the thought. "Dude, imagine if I ate one with my birthday cake, and they're all like squeezed in here with all the chewed up frosting and stuff, hahaha!" She laughed, forcing her stomach to puff out as far as it could for emphasis, then jiggling it with her hands while laughing in a silly voice.
Little did she know, if Nate imagined it any harder he was sure to bust in his pants that instant. "The sad part is I don't think you're joking..." he teased.
She grinned back at him and lay back smugly onto the bed. "A girl wants what a girl wants..."
Becca glanced down at her phone and her eyes widened slightly. "Ah shit, I gotta go."
Hopping to her feet in one graceful motion, Becca took one last sip of her boba before tossing the empty plastic cup into Nate's waste bin. She glanced at the TV as she walked back towards the window. The commercial break had ended, and they were now continuing the segment about the Alice Grayson's disappearance. She grinned as another image of the missing girl appeared on the screen, glancing back at Nate as she swung her legs over the window sill and sat on its ledge.
"Oh and Nate, I want my birthday shrinky to be at least as cute as Alice Grayson." She then stuck out her tongue and slipped outside.
In the following week, Nate was fairly certain he'd set a personal record for fap sessions, and it was truly one to remember. It felt like he spent every waking moment fantasizing about Becca swallowing various shrinkies. Sometimes it was Alice Grayson, sometimes it was other missing shrinkies he'd look up online, sometimes it was random girls from his class that he'd imagine would catch a bad case of the shrinking virus. Birthday cake was often involved. It didn't really matter who it was, as long as it was Becca doing the swallowing.
When they were together he could hardly keep his eyes off her body. Inside her open mouth when she talked, at her slender throat when she swallowed, at her stomach when she breathed, at her swaying ass when she walked...there was something to fantasize about every step of the shrinky's journey. At times he wondered if he was falling in love with her, but it was more like she was a vehicle for his new, twisted lust. Her body was a temple at which he worshiped. He didn't so much want her, as he wanted to give her what she wanted. The treat she so rightly deserved.
Still, he tried to keep his new obsession out of her notice. Through extreme willpower, he resisted bringing up the subject for the entire week, and for a while he wondered if it was a one time pleasure that would simply live on in his memory. But Becca would be the first to crack.
"So, you find me a good one yet?" she asked as they sat down at one of the cafeteria tables for lunch.
"Huh?" he asked, genuinely caught off guard.
"My birthday present, duh!" she grinned. "It's in a month, you know."
Nate couldn't believe it. He quickly recovered and smiled casually. "Can't tell you, it's a surprise."
"Boo..." she whined.
"What are you guys talking about?" Becca's blonde friend Amy asked as she sat down next to the brunette.
"Just a promise Nate made me," she sighed wistfully, skewering a baby carrot with her fork and raising it up in front of her face.
Amy shook her head and shrugged. Checking to make sure her blonde friend wasn't looking, Becca opened her mouth and gingerly took the carrot between her front teeth. She held it there for Nate to see as she removed the fork for a moment, then slowly pulled it into her mouth with her tongue. She then sealed her lips, closed her eyes for a moment, and focused.
Gulp.
Nate watched with amazement at the slight bulge that traveled down her throat, his mind racing to imagine the carrot as any number of tiny candidates. A moment later and her now slightly watery eyes were open, and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show the carrot was no more.
Her throat pulsed as a quick burp escaped, evidently catching her off-guard as her eyes widened and her face blushed slightly. She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, still looking at Nate.
"Eww, Becca!" Amy whined.
Becca just continued to giggle, and turned her attention back to her food, now eating it like a normal person. Nate was still stunned, but tried to hide it. Was she just being silly, or was she fucking with him? Did she know? With Becca it was hard to say, the whole display could've just been for her own amusement.
Still, he'd made up his mind. He wanted to see more. Much more.
Of course, it was all just a joke, right? As much as the fantasy appealed to him, he couldn't really feed some tiny innocent person to Becca for her birthday. The reality of it was so incredibly cruel and twisted...so why did it tantalize him so? He might have resisted, he thought, if Becca hadn't slowly worn down his defenses over the following two weeks, asking about her birthday treat every few days, making exaggerate swallows of her food, patting her stomach afterwards...maybe it was just a game to her, but to Nate it was mental torture.
He began to wonder, that if he did do it, where would he even find a shrinky? He tried looking up any locally on social media, just out of curiosity of course, but he had little success. In a world where people wanted to eat them alive, it didn't seem like many shrinkies advertised their presence.
The weeks quickly ticked by, and soon he was just a week out from Becca's birthday. He was simultaneously frustrated and relieved that he'd failed. Nothing could be done now, and it was for the best, really. He'd just have to get her a regular birthday present.
She'd understand, it had just been a joke, after all.
He went to the local mall after school on Friday, hoping to find her something corny at the Hot Topic. Becca liked that kind of crap.
He leafed through the store absentmindedly, not especially inspired by any of the gothic options. Nate combed through a rack of black hoodies with Beetlejuice graphics on them, looking for one in her size. To his surprise, one of the jackets squeaked quietly as he slid its hanger along the bar. Carefully, he pulled the hoodie off the rack, and traced the faint sound to its front pocket. Reaching inside, he nearly dropped the whole thing as he felt something squirm. But something about the absurdity of the situation kept his nerves cool, and he managed to grab the squirming thing inside the pocket and pull it out into the light. Nate stared down in disbelief at the tiny blonde woman between his fingers. She stared up at him nervously.
It had been a bad day for Hope. Well, if she was honest, it had been a bad year. She'd just been wrapping up her freshman year at university when she caught the shrinking virus from her roommate, Amanda. Of course, lucky Amanda just had the sniffles for two weeks, but now Hope was going to spend the rest of her life just under three inches tall unless a cure was ever found.
She quickly and sadly abandoned her hopes of attending her sophomore year in person when more and more stories about the shrinky "disappearances" popped up in the news. Luckily she was still able to take some of her classes remotely from her parents' house, but it had definitely put a damper on her college experience. She felt cheated on more than a few levels.
Today had been one of her few outings into the world, and she was already regretting it. She'd convinced her sixteen year old sister to bring her along to the mall, staying hidden inside her sweatshirt pocket away from hungry eyes. But the stupid ditz had switched her into a hot topic hoodie she was trying on, and forgot her in the pocket when she put it back on the rack! It had only been about ten minutes when she felt her cloth prison shift, and she cried out for help for her little sister that had surely come back for her. Her hopes were dashed when she saw a boy looking down at her. She wasn't exactly sure how old he was, but he definitely looked a few years younger than her. It was hard to tell with boys around that age. She was more concerned with his intentions anyway.
"Please, my sister forgot me here, you have to-"
Without thinking, Nate quickly shoved the tiny girl into his side pocket. What the fuck was he doing? Was this really happening?
Before he knew it, he was walking almost roboticly out of the store at a rapid pace. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!
As he sped through the mall, he was briefly broken out of his trance as a young blonde girl raced past him, cursing loudly. She looked really worried about something, he thought. Hopefully she found what she was looking for.
Nate finally paused to think as he hopped into his car and got behind the wheel. He looked down to his right hip, where he could feel the tiny girl squirming inside his pocket. He could even just barely hear her squeaking, if he focused.
There was no going back now. He turned the key and started the car.
Happy birthday Becca, I guess.
Back in his room, Nate set the glass mason jar he'd fetched from the kitchen on his desk. There were already little air holes poked in the metal lid. He was pretty sure he remembered raising a butterfly in there when he was a little kid.
Unscrewing the top, he pulled the tiny protesting girl out of his pocket and dropped her inside. Once she got her bearings, she cowered at the far end of the glass not taking her eyes off him. Oh god, this was so fucked.
They stared at each other in silence for a moment. Nate felt like he should say something, but what could he say? He highly doubted she'd want to hear about how within a week she'd be a birthday treat for his best friend. Luckily she broke the silence first.
"Oh god, you're not going to eat me, are you?" she whimpered. Her voice was so faint and squeaky...god, she was incredibly small. It was unreal to see a shrinky like this in person.
"What? Uh, no." He admitted, looking away from the jar to the wrapping paper he'd set aside on the floor. Maybe he'd better get this done before it got more awkward...
"Th-then...what are you going to do to me?" she asked.
Nate considered just ignoring her and just wrapping up the jar in silence. It was probably the correct the move, if there was a such thing in this situation. But despite his intentions for her, he felt bad for the tiny girl, and his guilt compelled him to speak.
"Uh, honestly you probably are better off not knowing..." he said, grabbing the roll of wrapping paper and pulling out a sheet of it. "...Sorry," he added, not able to meet her gaze. He then tore off the sheet and began moving it towards the jar. Probably better to get her covered up sooner than later...
Hope didn't know what was going on, but she knew she needed to act fast. Even if this boy was telling the truth about not eating her, this obviously was more serious than just a simple prank, and she believed him when he'd said she probably didn't want to know.
Her mind jumped back to something a teacher had told her when she was younger, that when placed in a situation where a stranger wants to harm you, the best tactic was to tell them about yourself so they viewed you as a fellow human being and begin to empathize with you. She wasn't sure if it would work, but fuck it, it was worth a shot.
"My name is Hope Fisher, I'm twenty years old and I'm a sophomore at Merit University!" she blurted out in a panic.
"What..?" the giant boy replied stunned, stopped in his tracks. He was now looking at her at least.
"I..." she began again, taking a step closer to the front of the jar. She needed to keep up the pressure. "...I'm majoring in psychology, I'm in the volleyball club, and I'm semi-fluent in Spanish..!" Her mind raced for more details. "I, uh...I love cute movies about people falling in love! And...puppies! At home I have a dog named Macy! I live with my mom, dad, and my annoying little sister! Who forgot me at the Hot Topic today!"
"Look, I really don't want to know this stuff..." the boy muttered. He looked visibly uncomfortable, was it actually working? But to Hope's dismay, the giant proceeded to move the sheet of wrapping paper towards her glass prison.
"Wait, don't-!"
Nate wrapped the colorful paper around the sides of the jar as quickly as he could. As a result it was kind of a sloppy wrap job, but at least he couldn't see her anymore. She was still protesting from inside, shouting out more random details of her life for some reason, so he screwed the lid on tight and tucked the jar out of sight under his bed. He then sat on the bed above it and exhaled heavily, resting his head in his hands.
Ugh, he felt like such shit now. Why did she have to tell him all that crap?
He began to wonder if he could really go through with this. I mean, that was real person he had trapped in a jar under his bed, with a family, hopes, and dreams. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. He was about to sacrifice someone's life just to get his rocks off. Yep, this was definitely wrong. Should he just call the whole thing off and let her go?
But was that even an option at this point? If he returned her to her family, or even just back to the mall, she'd surely tell people about how he'd kidnapped her, and then he'd be the one imprisoned. Though his would be a cell of iron bars, not glass.
No, there was no way he was going to prison. He wasn't a bad person, he didn't deserve that. But then he couldn't let her go...
He supposed he didn't have to give her to Becca. He could just keep her here in the jar, in secret...forever? After just a moment of thinking about it he realized how unfeasible this would be. He had no idea how to take care of a shrinky, oh god, even these next few days he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Was he supposed to feed her? Take her out to go to the bathroom? He began to realize how little he'd thought any of this through. Nate, you idiot...
But as he accepted his total lack of options, he realized how freeing it was. In a way, he had no choice but to feed Hope to Becca. It was the only neat way to resolve all this without any loose ends. He found himself smiling stupidly thinking of Becca's smooth, cute stomach. What a perfect, beautiful thing; it would take care of all of this! His problems would all be over, and everyone would be getting what they wanted. Well, except for maybe Hope.
He pulled out his phone and prepared to text Becca. There was still the chance that this had all been a joke and she'd call the police on him herself when she found out what he did, but it was too late to worry about that now. This was the only play he had left.
NATE: hey come by tomorrow
NATE: I wanna show you something
BECCA: lol okay
Nate was pacing around his room nervously when Becca arrived at her usual window entrance. In true Becca fashion, there was a cup of milk tea in her hand. Nate smiled, feeling slightly less anxious at the sight of her, and opened the window.
"Anyone ever tell you you drink too much of that stuff?"
"Boba's the best," she stated matter of factly as she climbed into Nate's room. Not wasting any time, she poked him in the chest with her fingernail and grinned excitedly. "So what did you wanna show me?"
Nate didn't immediately reply. He simply smiled and bent down under his bed to fetch the gift wrapped jar. "I know it's still a week until your birthday, but I figured you might want your present early...while it's still fresh." He held out the jar for her to took.
Becca laughed and took the jar from him. She looked down at it, clearly noticing the air holes in the lid, and looked back at him with a suspicious smile. "What is this?"
Nate grinned with his anticipation. God his heart was beating fast. Clearly she thought this was still just a gag, and he was dying to see her reaction. "Why don't you find out?"
Her eyes narrowed further, trying to pierce through her friend's prank before she was the butt of the joke, but without any success she turned back to her present. She lifted it up and brought it to her ear and shook it while looking at Nate, more to play along than anything.
"Careful..!" Nate cautioned.
Becca gasped loudly, and for a second looked as if she was going to drop the jar. Even Nate had heard the muffled squeak from inside. "What do you have in here!" Becca laughed in disbelief. Able to resist no longer, she tore off the wrapper and brought the jar to her face.
Her jaw dropped. She gazed, dumbfounded, from Hope to Nate to back to Hope again. Nate clenched his fists and felt sweat began to bead his skin as he tried to decode her reaction. This was the moment of truth.
"Holy shit, no fucking wayyyy!!" she shouted bringing her face as close as she could to the glass. Nate could see that Hope was backed up as far as she could against the far side, her back pressed to the glass.
"Happy birthday," Nate chuckled awkwardly.
Becca's face was beaming with excitement. That was a good sign.
"Oh my god, I thought there was just going to be a little doll or like a gummy person in here or something!" she laughed, already working to unscrew the lid. "How the hell did you manage this??"
"I literally just found her, it was totally dumb luck," Nate confessed.
Nate watched as Becca reached into the jar to claim her prize. Hope tried to scramble and scurry out of reach, but Becca's slender fingers easily pinched her around the waist and pulled her up to eye level.
"Holy shit, she's so fucking little..." Becca gasped with wonder, drinking in the sight of the tiny girl squirming in terror in front of her face. The tiny girl was squeaking out something in protest, but it was took quick and panicked to make out. Nate could only imagine what it was like for Hope to have such an enormous face looming right in front of her.
"Yeah, it's pretty crazy," he nodded.
"Does she have a name?" Becca asked, lowering her prize slightly to look back to Nate.
"Who doesn't have a name?" Nate teased.
"Okay, smart-ass..."
"I think she said her name was Hope...Fisher or something. She goes to Merit." Nate was surprised at how freely he offered the information. This scenario had been the object of his obsession for so long, he felt compelled to give Becca whatever she wanted. He probably would have told her his social security number, if she'd asked.
"Oh hey, I applied to Merit!" she chirped, smiling down at Hope. If it weren't for the vast power imbalance at play, it might have seemed like a friendly attempt at bonding. Becca plopped down onto Nate's bed and laid back, dangling Hope high above her face as she grinned mischievously. "A college girl, huh? I wonder if that makes you good brain food. I've got finals coming up..." she giggled, shattering the brief moment of kinship. Hope really started to squirm and protest now. The brunette had made her intentions clear.
Becca took a long sip of her boba as she continued to drink in the sight of the dangling girl. "Hm, I did say I was gonna have her with cake though, do you think I should save her for my real birthday?" she asked, not taking her eyes off her prize.
"It's up to you I guess."
"Hmmmm..."
Becca studied Hope for a few moments longer, then grinned. "Nah, fuck it. I wanna eat this bitch now!"
Becca rolled onto her stomach and dropped Hope on the sheets in front of her. Becca brought her face low just behind her as the frightened shrinky attempted to get her bearings. Hope turned to see Becca's face looming far too close for comfort and screamed.
"Hi." Becca whispered, giving Hope a smug smile.
Hope cried out and tried to flee in the opposite direction. It looked like hard work, at her size she sank into the wrinkled folds of Nate's sheets with every step, and it was more of a stumbling scramble than a sprint. Becca easily crawled around to intercept her, bringing her face low once again to cut off her path, the same smug look plastered on her face.
"Oh? Where do you think you're going..?"
Nate watched this sequence repeat multiple times, as Hope futilely fled and Becca crawled to block her escape. Watching Becca crawl around his bed, giggling with her ass pointed up in the air, it was like watching a cat toy with a mouse. And he was loving every moment of it.
As Becca once again blocked Hope's path with her face, this time she opened her mouth wide on the bed just before her, as if daring her to continue her trajectory down her throat. "Aaaahhh~"
Hope screamed especially loud as the pink, toothy cavern opened up before her, fleeing once again in the opposite direction. It didn't seem like the shrinky had any real plan for escape. Terror had overwhelmed her senses, and she was running totally on instinct. Her body just longed to be away from Becca at all costs. Probably the correct instinct, Nate imagined.
Becca cackled, and seemingly finally tiring of her game, pulled herself to her knees and easily plucked Hope up off of the bed. "Okay, fun's over. Time for me to have my birthday treat!"
Grinning excitedly, she brought the squirming shrinky before her face and took one last moment to appreciate her prize before slowly parting her lips before Hope, really drawing the act out to give Hope a good look at her wide open mouth. She proceeded to exhale slowly over her with sultry breath. "Haaaaahhhh..."
Hope sobbed and begged between frightened cries as she was assaulted by Becca's stale milk breath. All too slowly, she was brought forward towards the brunette's waiting maw. As she reached the entrance, he tried to grab hold of Becca's giant pink lips, anything to stop her current trajectory. Becca giggled slightly at the effort, but kept her mouth open, slowly pushing Hope further inside as the tiny girl's grip on her upper lip weakened. It was clear to Nate she was toying with Hope again, it would have been effortless to shove her inside given their relative strengths.
Hope cried out in despair as she was finally forced past Becca's teeth and onto her waiting tongue, and she barely had time to look back out at the outside world, framed through Becca's teeth and lips, before the brunette suddenly shut her mouth and sealed her in darkness.
Nate watched, mesmerized, as Becca proceeded to suck on the tiny girl inside her mouth. She seemed extremely focused on her task. staring out at nothing in particular contentedly, occasionally closing her eyes as if to savor the sensations. Just barely audible over her contented humming was the muffled sound of Hope protesting from within.
Then their eyes met, and both teens blushed. Nate because he'd been caught staring, and Becca because she'd seemingly forgotten he was there.
"Uh, how is it?" Nate asked with an awkward chuckle, hoping to cut the tension.
Becca giggled with her mouth closed and smiled, making sure to keep her lips pursed. She nodded her head and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
"What's she taste like?"
Becca looked up at the ceiling in thought, sucking on the treat in her mouth a bit more rigorously as if searching for an answer. She then returned another small smile and shrugged, unimpressed. Nate laughed. How could someone be so cute while being so cruel?
Suddenly Becca sat a bit more upright and exhaled through her nose with determination. She raised a finger in the air to stop Nate's laughter and get his attention. This was it, he guessed.
With an extremely determined look on her face, Becca stared forward, then clenched her eyes as she swallowed hard. Nate watched in amazement as the faint bulge traveled down her slender throat and into her body. She'd done it. She'd swallowed Hope.
Becca gasped, catching her breath as she traced the sensation with her finger down past her collar bones to just below her breasts. She looked down almost cautiously to see if anything would happen then back up at Nate. Suddenly a huge grin formed on her face.
"Aaaah!~" she sang, sticking out her tongue and displaying her open mouth to show that Hope was no longer inside. She looked positively pleased with herself.
"Holy shit, well done," he laughed.
"Oh. My. God!" she laughed, still seemingly in disbelief. She was literally squirming with excitement sitting on her knees on the bed. "That ruled! Fuck yeah!"
She gasped, and placed a hand on her stomach just below her left breast. Her eyes lit up.
"Ah! Naaaaate! Oh my god, I can feel her in therrrre!!" she whined excitedly, almost like the sensation grossed her out. "Here, come feel!"
He didn't hesitate to obey, hopping on the bed beside her. She partway lifted up her shirt, exposing her pale stomach, and indicated to Nate where to place his hand. Nate's heart beat rapidly as he placed his hand on her warm flesh. God, he was the luckiest guy alive.
The result however was slightly disappointing, if he focused he thought maybe he could feel something just barely, but it was hard to tell with Becca's excited breathing.
"Huh, I don't really feel anything." He tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt.
"Well I do. Oh! She's really kicking in there or something!" she laughed, wiggling her bare midsection from side to side excitedly. She paused then suddenly broke into an even wilder giggle fit. Clearly her swaying had elicited some kind of further tactile response from Hope inside. "Oh man, this is so fucking cool. Settle down in there, Hopey! That kind of tickles..!"
"Can I like...listen?"
Becca looked at Nate, clearly at least as confused as he was that the words had left his mouth. He couldn't believe he'd really just asked that.
"Listen?"
"Like, to your stomach..." he forced himself to continue. He felt his face going red. "I'm wondering if I might be able to hear her in there or something..."
Becca blinked, still clearly a little caught off-guard. "Oh. Yeah sure, okay." She smiled and nodded towards her bare stomach to give him the go ahead. She was okay with it! What a glorious day! "Maybe she can tell us what it's like in there, I've always kind of wondered what it's like for food in my tummy..."
Nate knelt down and carefully placed his ear up against Becca's stomach. It was intoxicating being so close to her like this, feeling her body's warmth against the side of his face. God she smelled so good. Hope was lucky, in a way. She should be honored to become part of something so perfect.
Putting his attention back on task, Nate listened in. Listening to Becca's stomach sounded kind of like swimming at the bottom of a pool, but with frequent gurgling noises interrupting ambient droning. Unmistakably piercing through it all though, was the muffled squeaking of Hope's voice. It was difficult, but he thought he could even make out words.
Nate felt his heartbeat speeding up again. For some reason he just had to know: what was it like for Hope in there?
Nate truly had no idea.
The brief exciting moments that had passed for the two teens had been some of the longest and most awful of Hope's life. She'd been helpless as Becca had pressed her up against the hard roof of her mouth, sucking on her and molesting her ruthlessly with her slimy tongue. It took only moments for her to be entirely drenched in the giant's warm saliva, forcing her to take desperate lungfuls of the only air available to her: Becca's humid and pungent breath. All while Becca's appreciative humming roared in her ears.
That eternity of disgusting humiliation only came to an end as Becca's tongue pushed Hope towards the back of her throat. Hope had pleaded to Becca, Nate, God—anyone who would listen—but no one came to her rescue as she suddenly felt herself sucked down into the dark abyss, squeezed tightly by the slimy tube on all sides as she descended deeper into the teen's body. She whimpered and whined fearfully as she slid past the sounds of Becca's rapidly beating heart and her expanding and deflating lungs. They had such a deeper rumbling sound than she felt they had any right to, serving as a cruel reminder that even the individual organs of Becca's body dwarfed her. She was developing a new, horrible appreciation for the utter scale of her devourer, and how completely she was at her mercy.
Hope let out one last truly pitiful whine as the constriction on her body seemed to squeeze even further as she was pushed through the tight entrance to Becca's stomach, yelping in shock as she plunged a short distance through the sweltering gases before splashing down into soupy water at the bottom. She forced herself to the liquid's surface, coughing and gagging instinctively. Oh god, the smell. It was like breathing in vomit—she could taste it with every gulp of air. She threw herself forward through the waist-deep liquid as if she come somehow escape this hell if she just moved quickly enough. It was a struggle to keep balance, she realized her entire world was shifting around her, expanding and contracting rhythmically. She stumbled and plunged beneath the surface before just as suddenly colliding with the chamber's edge, flinching as she bumped into strange floating objects along the way. They were like big, sticky beach balls...that she didn't have time to contemplate.
Face planted against the stomach wall, she wretched as she felt its slimy wrinkled surface swell against her body. Throwing herself away instinctively, she barely tripped backwards four steps before her back collided with another slimy, pulsing wall. She hugged her chest tight for comfort against the claustrophobic realization of how small her confines truly were. She waded forward again through the darkness, this time with her arm outstretched, until she touched the other side once more.
"Oh god, this can't be happening..." Hope whimpered.
Hope flinched as a muffled booming roared somewhere above her. It took her a moment to recognize it as Becca's voice. She hadn't been able to make out the exact words through the layers of flesh and bodily noises separating her from them, but could tell one thing for sure: the brunette sounded unmistakably delighted.
Hope didn't have time to process it before she was distracted by another sensation. Those floating things were bumping into her back again...and then she realized what they were. Tapioca pearls. From the girl's drink.
Indignation swelled up in Hope's chest. She was wading in the swallowed tea of some high school brat. She clutched the sides of her blonde head and screamed. She was NOT about to go out like this. She hadn't worked this hard in life to end up as an afternoon snack for a fucking teenager.
"Let me fucking out of here!!"
Hope screamed and hammered at the stomach wall with renewed vigor. She kicked and punched furiously, occasionally throwing her entire weight against the stomach wall as if she were trying to break down a door. Frustratingly, Becca's stomach was surprisingly elastic, and Hope's attacks sprung off of it as quickly as they landed. It was like trying to punch through a trampoline. "I want out of here!"
Hope paused to catch her breath as she felt her prison begin to bounce more rapidly, almost throwing her off balance. What was that booming sound above, and why was it so annoying to her..? It only took her a moment longer to recognize it. Becca was laughing. Laughing at her. Laughing about the cruel fate she'd doomed her to.
The entire world shifted suddenly, and Hope cried out as she was thrown against sideways against the stomach wall, coughing and sputtering as the pool of boba tea splashed against it along with her. Just as suddenly gravity reversed, sending the tiny girl and the countless tapioca pearls flying back across the chamber. Hope flung this way back and forth for several disorienting moments in the typhoon of milk tea. She lost all sense of which way was up or down, and when the storm finally ended she crouched down and puked, adding just the slightest volume to the stomach's contents. Was the bitch fucking dancing or something?? Regardless, it was yet another cruel reminder of how totally in control Becca was...and Hope was sure there were more to come.
"FUCK YOU!!" Hope screamed, throwing herself against the stomach furiously. "I'm not your fucking food, you little cunt! Do you hear me?? Spit me up! Now!!" Furious, frustrated tears flowed down Hope's face as she felt her prison bounce happily along with Becca's booming giggles. It was like the very chamber was taunting her.
"You're such a bitch!!" Hope sobbed, giving the stomach wall another futile punch. "What did I do to you, huh?? Come on, just let me out of here! Please!!"
Hope's punches began to slow as her sobbing deepened, her rage quickly turning to despair. "Please, God...I don't wanna die, not like this..."
Hope shrieked as the stomach wall she was leaning against suddenly smashed towards her violently, smacking her in the face and sending her tumbling back under the surface of the milk tea.
"So? What's she saying?" Becca asked, looking down at Nate's faced pressed against her belly.
"Well, she's definitely not having a good time in there," Nate said, still listening closely. "It's mostly a lot of yelling."
"That's weird, I've never gotten any complaints from my food before..." Becca grinned.
Nate chuckled and continued listening. "She's definitely saying something, it's just sort of hard to make out all the words with all this gurgling..."
"Uh, excuse you!" Becca protested in faux indignation. Nate ignored her.
"Ooh, I definitely heard that," Nate laughed, looking up at the brunette looming over him. "I think she just called you a bitch."
"Oh hell no!" Becca pushed Nate's face off of her stomach and proceeded to give it a disciplinary slap. "Rude! That's no way to talk to the birthday girl!"
"It's not really your birthday, remember?"
"Okay, you just lost listening privileges." Dammit.
Becca pulled her tee back over her stomach and waved a chiding finger down at it. "And let's get something clear, if anything you're my bitch. That's why I'm out here, and you're in there. Got it?" She smirked smugly down at her stomach, seemingly quite pleased with Hope's inability to argue back.
Becca proceeded to flop forward onto her stomach, reaching out to the bedside table for her drink. Nate watched speechless as she brought the straw to her mouth and casually slurped down more tea and pearls. All he could think about was how every bit she swallowed was pouring down atop of poor Hope, slowly flooding her fleshy prison. What got him the most was how certain he was that Becca wasn't doing it to be cruel, she just felt like drinking more boba and didn't really care about the consequences for her stomach's living occupant. Just by partaking in the most casual pleasures, Becca was flexing her dominance over the tiny girl.
"Uuuuurp..!" Becca removed the straw for mouth for just a moment to belch loudly, then just as quickly resumed slurping her tea. As she drank, she rolled onto her side slightly and looked down at her stomach, giving it a gentle, affectionate pat. Looking like the picture of contentedness, she rolled back onto belly and closed her eyes, continuing to enjoy her drink.
Okay, so maybe she hadn't entirely forgotten about Hope, but it didn't change how turned on he was.
Finally Becca stopped slurping and set the drink aside, still lying flat on her stomach. She was staring forward now, a wistful look in her eyes.
"What's up?" Nate asked, breaking the silence.
"Do you ever think about the future?" she asked suddenly, still looking forward.
"Huh?"
"I mean like our futures," she explained. "Like what the next few years are going to be like, and then after that."
"You mean like college?"
"Yeah, and everything else."
"Geeze, you eat one college girl and suddenly you're a philosopher, huh?" he teased. "I guess she really was brain food."
She rolled onto her side and leered at Nate playfully. "You didn't answer the question. And also shut up." She reached for her bubble tea for a moment, then frowned slightly and seemed to decide against it. "But you're not totally off there...I was just thinking about how in a couple days I'll be 18, officially an adult. And then I was thinking about you-know-who," she tapped her stomach lightly as she said each word, "and how before the virus popped up a couple years ago she would've been just like me, finishing up high school and stuff. And then how after that everything changed for her, suddenly you're working your butt off for a degree you're never going to finish, you're like an inch tall and then...bam! You're churning away in the belly of this really cool, super hot girl!" Despite her wistful mood, Nate noticed she couldn't help but giggle slightly at her own self-aggrandizing joke.
"Yeah, but we both already had the virus last year...it was just a cold, basically. That's not going to happen to you."
"Ugh, you're missing the point, dummy!" she groaned, flicking Nate on the arm. "Just because we're not going to become stupid shrinkies doesn't mean our lives aren't going to change. We're going to go off to college, get jobs, get married. Everything's just going to keep changing until none of the old stuff is left..."
She paused and her expression grew slightly more somber. "And that old stuff is my life. The same old stuff everyday. You and me, growing up here right next door, hanging out in here all the time, watching TV, drinking boba..."
"Hey that boba shop only opened up a couple years ago!" Nate interrupted.
"Not...the...point!" she chided, slapping his leg playfully. "I just like my life the way it is, and I don't know if I'm ready for it to change..."
"I mean everything in life changes eventually, it's just part of growing up," Nate shrugged, hoping to reassure her.
She turned to look at him directly, her expression now somewhat serious. "I'm saying I'm going to miss you, you jerk!"
Nate stared at her in stunned silence, watching her cute face begin to blush. It was weird hearing Becca be...earnest.
"I'm not going anywhere, Becca."
She stared at him for a moment longer, then turned away and rolled her eyes. "Ugh, don't be corny..."
"I'm serious," he pressed. "You're like, easily my best friend. Even if we go to different colleges, get married, and move to different places...we're not going to stop being friends or hanging out. I know that for sure."
Her eyes widened for a moment, then she shut them and crossed her arms turning away, overplaying her indignation. "You could just be saying that..."
"Hey, I kept my promise about your birthday, right?"
She giggled and bit her lip, gingerly touching her stomach where she could feel Hope inside. "I guess so..."
It seemed like she was out of the worst of it. "Seriously, how many guys do you know that would actually get you your own shrinky for your birthday!" he bragged.
"And a college girl!" she chirped in agreement. "Honestly, you make a good point, maybe I should just go ahead and marry youuuu..!" She leaned forward and made an exaggerated kissy face, poking his chest with her finger.
"I dunno, I'm not sure if I could marry a girl who burps so much..."
"Ugh! Shut up!" Becca cackled, pushing Nate backwards on the bed forcefully. "You know you love it..."
She had no idea how true that was.
Becca sighed as she finally stopped laughing, leaning sideways a bit as she poked at her stomach with idle curiosity. "C'mon, lets watch some TV or something, she's starting to get boring in there, I can barely even feel her."
"Probably because you drowned her in boba..."
"You better shut up or I'll drown YOU in boba," she stuck her tongue out at Nate. "Besides, I haven't even finished the whole cup yet, you probably just got me a defective birthday shrinky."
"Do you think maybe you just already digested her?" He wasn't even really joking, he was genuinely curious.
"Oh no way, she's not getting off that easy. I looked it up one time, even on an empty stomach, it takes at least twenty minutes." She gave her stomach another smug pat.
"Of course you looked it up..." Nate chuckled, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, that's just smart! What if I'd found a shrinky while I was out in public somewhere? I'd need to know exactly how long to lie low before I was in the clear. I'm too pretty to do time, y'know?" She flipped her hair dramatically for emphasis.
"Fair enough," Nate relented.
She hopped onto her knees and leaned towards him smugly. "Ha-haaah, you didn't disagree, so that means you think I'm prettyyyyy..!" she sang.
Nate rolled his eyes and ignored her and turned the TV on, but he could still see her mugging him from the corner of his eye.
"Well, finally he admits it. Perhaps we'll let be nice and let him have another listen once digestion really kicks in, won't we Mr. Belly?" she said in a silly voice down to her stomach, jiggling it with her hands as she did.
Oh, hell yeah...
Hope cried out in pain as she was squeezed tightly on both sides by stomach walls and half-digested food mush. The stomach contraction had forced the remaining liquid almost all the way up to her neck, and above her head she could feel her wet hair flutter as the foul gasses she'd been breathing were forced upward, followed by a distant roar. Hope had been in here long enough to recognize that Becca had just belched again. She sobbed as the stomach walls relaxed, and she sunk back down with the churning sludge until it was only waist deep once more. She wheezed between sobs, struggling to catch her breath. Besides getting the wind knocked out of her, Becca burping always meant there was less air inside her stomach for Hope to breathe, for a while anyway. It also meant something else, in three...two...
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
The rhythmic thumping of Becca patting her stomach, like a massive, victorious war drum. Rubbing it in, just in case Hope somehow forgot exactly who was in charge. It was amazing how familiar she'd become Becca's internal workings in the time since she'd been swallowed...but how long had that been? Minutes? Hours?
To Hope at least, it felt like an eternity. What she'd thought had been bad before, was nothing compared to what she was going through now. Some time ago, Becca's digestive system had really kicked into gear. Ever since, the stomach walls had been expanding and contracting more violently, growing slimier with what Hope now understood were deadly acids. She could hardly find a moment to rest as the churning bile washed her from one stomach wall to the next, coating her in the now mushy and melting remains of the tapioca pearls. All the while the burning on her skin grew from a slight rash, to a bad sunburn, to the fiery pain she was experiencing now. Even breathing the air stung. It had gotten so bad that she'd actually begun to be thankful for the occasional showers of milk tea and tapioca from above. She no longer cared how degrading it was to be doused in what was essentially the girl's backwash, at least the liquid was cool on her skin...
The boba hadn't poured in for a while now, though, and Hope sadly suspected it wouldn't come again. Becca had surely finished her drink.
A deep gurgling sounded from below. Hope felt the mush around her sink slightly. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and had it not, Hope was sure she'd currently be treading water in a much deeper pool of milk tea. It was anything but comforting to the tiny girl. She understood by now that it was digested mush passing from Becca's stomach into her intestines, beginning its long journey towards its final destination. A journey she'd surely be taking soon, whether she liked it or not.
Hope let out a self-pitying sob. It was a silly thing to be concerned about, all things considered. She'd surely be dead long before she was forced out of Becca's stomach, so it didn't really matter what happened to her body afterwards.
But it didn't make it any easier. She hated the idea of it...that by the time Becca was done with her, the cruel teen's body would reduce Hope's remains into just another bowel movement. It was just too much on top of everything else. After being toyed with, taunted, and devoured, Hope couldn't stomach the thought that in a couple of hours she'd be nothing but a nasty dump sliding out of Becca's pale ass. One final and disgusting act in the utter dehumanization the young brunette had subjected her to on a whim.
Hope's sobbing deepened as she allowed the stinging mush to wash her body to and fro between the flexing stomach walls, having long since resigned her futile battle against the digestive churn. Her tortured mind couldn't help but wonder: what did Becca think of her ultimate fate? Would Becca think it was funny to turn her into poop, like how she giggled after every burp she expelled with Hope as her captive audience? Or perhaps she didn't think of it at all, and by the time nature called Hope's suffering inside her body would be so insignificant and far from the brunette's memory that she'd just flush the tiny blonde away without any fanfare, moving on with her life. It was hard to say which was worse.
As the latest tide of chyme pushed her backwards into one of the stomach walls, Hope whined as she found her right arm and shoulder become lodged between two of the wrinkled stomach folds. Instinctually she tried to pull away, but her blistered, acid-burned skin protested at the friction. So instead she laid back and surrendered herself to her new position, swaying in and out with the flexing surface. At least this way her tired legs no longer had to stand.
A small part of her mind protested, that last fiery shred of pride that refused to go down without a fight. It nagged at Hope not to surrender, that even if it was futile she should struggle until her last breath, that giving up now would be effectively granting Becca the final permission to digest her.
Hope sobbed quietly, ignoring the inner whisper of defiance. Even if her spirit had been willing, her body was more exhausted than it had ever been. Besides, by now she understood the truth: Becca didn't need her permission to digest her. She never had. From the moment her sister had forgotten her at the mall, the sequence of events that had led her here had been entirely out of Hope's control. In a way, her life had been that way ever since she'd become a shrinky.
Continuing to whimper in pain and self-pity, Hope leaned her head back against the slimy surface and closed her eyes. God she was tired. She knew the only thing keeping her conscious was the tug of war between survival instinct and exhaustion playing out in her mind, but she could feel the exhaustion slowly winning. She was beginning to welcome the approaching void, her only promise of release from this hell. It was inevitable, after all.
Inevitable...
Her mind drifted back to that idea, that all of this was out of her control. Maybe it was just delirium setting in, but there was something about it that was...comforting. That all roads led here, inside of Becca. She wasn't unlucky, and it wasn't her fault. Her entire life had been leading her here, it always had, and she just hadn't known it. This whole time, she'd despaired against the cruel injustice of her fate, but through this lens it finally made sense. There was no malice in it, it was simply the role she was born to play. This was her purpose: to finally be Becca's meal.
"I'm here..." she whispered deliriously in the sweltering darkness, her voice barely audible above the chorus of gurgles. "I'm-"
She'd never get to finish the thought. Suddenly the walls of Becca's stomach contracted tight, squeezing Hope together with the sticky chyme. She felt her consciousness fade as her slime-soaked hair fluttered above her head, and a distant roar echoed above.
"Uurp!" Becca belched, watching the TV lazily next to Nate on his bed.
"You know I've really never met a girl who burps as much as you."
"What other girls do you even know? We just do it when you boys aren't around," Becca explained. "You should be grateful I'm giving you a peak behind the curtain..."
Nate rolled his eyes and laughed. "Wow, I'm so honored..." His eyes drifted to Becca's midsection. The last few times she'd burped, she'd made sure to give Hope an affectionate pat. This time she'd neglected to interact with her prey.
"So, how's it going with, uh...Hope?" he asked, nodding at her stomach.
Becca looked down with a hint of surprise. Had she actually forgotten she was digesting someone alive? She then poked at the usual spot curiously with one finger.
"Hm, seems like maybe the party's over..." she sighed with slightly exaggerated melancholy. "I haven't really felt anything for a while, anyway." She lifted up her shirt slightly and looked to Nate. "You wanna listen and make sure..?"
Nate's ear was pressed against her stomach in a flash, causing Becca to yelp in surprise. He barely cared how eager he looked; he'd been dying to get the invitation to listen to her again.
"Hmmm...I just hear gurgles," he explained. He was simultaneously disappointed and aroused. One the one hand, he'd missed the chance to hear more of Hope's struggles inside of Becca, but on the other hand he was currently listening to Becca's gut celebrate its total victory over its latest prey.
When Nate stopped talking and kept listening, Becca pushed his head away and glared. "Alright, alright, it's not show, okay?" Still worth it.
"Well, you've digested a shrinky. Congrats?"
"Hell yeah, I did!" Becca grinned, giving her belly a victorious slap. "Little pipsqueak didn't stand a chance..."
"So I'm taking you liked it? Did it live up to your expectations?" Nate pried. God, spill! Spare no details!
Becca looked back down at her stomach, smiling thoughtfully. "Dude, it was really fucking cool, actually." She laughed and blushed slightly. "It's kind of hard to explain it, but I totally get why people do this now. I mean I just kind of wondered if they tasted good, and like how it felt when they're moving around inside you...but actually that was only half of it. Really I didn't expect to have so much fun just playing with her, chasing her around the bed, making her look into my mouth..." perhaps unconsciously, she paused to open her mouth wide for just a second as if reliving the moment, "and the look on her little face right before I popped her in...it was just so, unf!" She shut her eyes and bit her lip, her whole body quivered slightly. "And then after that, feeling her squirm as she slid down my throat," she retraced Hope's journey with her finger, "it just felt so...right."
She laughed, her face reddening slightly with embarrassment. "I dunno, I guess it just felt really badass, y'know?"
"I think I get it," Nate said. "So do you think this was like a one time thing, or would you do it again?"
"Dude, if you've got another one under your bed, bust 'em out and I'll gulp them down right now, seriously." Becca laughed, leaning forward slightly and opening her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out ready to receive another treat.
"Sorry, I only had the one."
"Oh poo." Becca pouted. "Well I'll be expecting another one next year when I turn 19, got it? You've set a high bar for yourself, Nate."
"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into..." Nate laughed.
"And the next one better be on my real birthday, so I can have them with a slice of cake!" Becca laughed. She looked down at her midsection with a bittersweet smile. "Still kinda sad I didn't save her to do that this year...that would've been really good."
"Next year," Nate promised.
"Next year." Becca grinned and stood up from the bed, turning towards him. "C'mon, get up."
Slightly confused, Nate obeyed. As soon as he was on his feet, Becca lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, her face nestled in his shoulder. He'd hugged Becca before countless times, but this time felt different. Getting to be this close to her body, her body that was currently digesting Hope...he savored the feeling.
"This was seriously the best birthday present I've ever gotten, thank you." After all too brief a moment, she released him and stepped back, a smug and knowing smile plastered across her face. "I gotta go, but we should do this again sometime."
"Y-yeah," Nate stammered, still caught too surprised to play it cool. Becca giggled at his stupid reaction and began to head for the window.
"So, do you want me to send you updates later, or do you wanna just talk about it at school on Monday?" Becca asked as she slid the window open.
"Updates?" Nate asked confused.
"Well yeah," Becca smirked, looking at Nate like he'd just asked a stupid question. "I mean Hope's journey is far from over, and I know I for one am dying to know what she looks like when she finally makes her way out." Becca wiggled her ass slightly for emphasis before giggling and hoisting herself onto the ledge.
"Oh god, of course you'd want to know about that you gross freak..." Nate pretended to look disgusted, his mind already imagining Becca smugly turning the tiny college girl into shit.
"What!" Becca laughed. "Don't tell me you don't want to know what they look like after? They never talk about that part on the news! If you were about to poop out a tiny person, you'd want to know too!"
"Well good luck with that..."
"Thanks!" Becca slipped out the window, giggling madly. A moment later she turned back and leaned through the window, her face as smug as ever. "And don't think I didn't notice you didn't say 'no', Nate."
Nate stammered to defend himself, but Becca didn't give him the chance, giggling as she shut the window behind her before skipping back to her house.
The jack off session that night was truly legendary. Nate replayed the afternoon in his head over and over. Becca chasing Hope around on the bed. Becca dangling Hope in front of her mouth. Becca sucking on Hope like a piece of candy. Becca swallowing Hope. Listening to Hope protest inside her stomach. Becca drinking boba with Hope in her stomach. And finally the sounds of Becca's stomach, sans Hope.
But he didn't stop there. He kept imagining Hope's current journey, being forced through Becca's winding bowels on her long journey to the brunette's cute butt. How far along was she now? Had Becca already shit her out? He wasn't into scat in the slightest, but just imagining Becca sitting on the toilet, being so proud that she was turning another human being into her feces...god, he'd never gone so many rounds back to back.
Exhausted and probably dehydrated, Nate undressed and finally prepared for bed. But before turning off the lights, he received a text from Becca. Then another.
BECCA: sooo update #1: she's still in there somewhere
BECCA: maybe she liked being eaten, doesn't seem to be in a hurry to leave lol!
BECCA: gonna go to bed, I guess me and her are gonna have a little sleepover
BECCA: but that's it! in the morning I'm kicking the little freeloader out!
BECCA: [peach emoji] [poop emoji]
NATE: you're so weird.
BECCA: you know you love it [heart emoji]
Nate felt a familiar stiffness in his boxers. It was almost as if he could hear his weary cock calling up to him: "Put me back in, coach..."
Goddammit. Just one more time tonight, then bed...
Nate awoke in a sleepy haze to a buzzing sound. What time was it? He didn't even remember going to bed, and he assumed he'd basically passed out as soon as he'd reached completion for the final time. The morning wood was especially brutal that morning. His thoughts were too fuzzy to recall any of his dreams, but he had a pretty good idea as to what they'd been about. Groaning, he picked up his phone from the side of his bed.
Geeze, it was already 10:30...but his attention quickly shifted to his latest notification, a text from Becca.
BECCA: it's time...
The text was followed up by a picture she'd taken of her butt, still clad in her checkered pajama bottoms. Nate felt himself stiffen further. God to, to be able to see through those pajamas...the horny part of his brain was begging him to reply, but he resisted. He had a pretty good feeling she'd be keeping him updated regardless.
The following minutes were some of the longest of Nate's life. Finally his phone buzzed again.
BECCA: lol...she's poop alright
NATE: ...you were expecting something else?
BECCA: idk I just wasn't sure how much of her would be left!
BECCA: there's definitely some little bones in there tho
BECCA: probably why it sorta hurt coming out
BECCA: my poor booty!!! [crying emoji]
NATE: yeah, you're the real victim here...
Becca replied with a devil emoji, followed by three laughing emojis. Nate so desperately wanted to ask for a pic. God, what the fuck was wrong with him, wanting to see a photo of his friend's dump? He tried to imagine the log floating in Becca's toilet, Hope's tiny white skull just barely protruding from the brown mass. An entire human being, all their aspirations, reduced to Becca's smelly turd...why was the vile dichotomy so alluring? He knew he couldn't ask...that would definitely give him away. His phone buzzed again.
BECCA: kinda feels fucked up flushing her
BECCA: like sort of disrespectful?
BECCA: should I?
NATE: NOW you feel bad for her??
BECCA: [laughing emoji]
BECCA: idk maybe I should like bury her? least I could do right?
NATE: Becca, flush your poop.
BECCA: yes sir!
There was a pause, and a minute later Nate received another photo from Becca. It was a down angled selfie of the brunette with her tongue sticking out and her fingers making a peace sign, with the now empty toilet bowl visible over her shoulder at the center of the frame. Overlayed over the image was the text: "BYE BYE HOPE"
It was almost infuriating how someone being so gross and immature was able to turn him on so much. Less than a month ago he'd viewed her only as a friend, but now it felt like Becca was all Nate thought about. Was he actually falling in love with her? Or had the wires just gotten crossed when she'd accidentally tapped into his his most shameful fetish? The only thing he knew for sure is he'd never felt like this before, and he wanted more of it. So much more.
Maybe he'd go back to the mall again today. Some of his old T-shirts could probably use replacing, and who knows, maybe he'd find something while he was there for his best friend? The odds were low of course that'd he'd find another shrinky forgotten inside of a jacket pocket, but they weren't zero either. And there were all kinds of other ways the tiny things could be misplaced in a place like the mall...
It was definitely worth a shot.