Jessica felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest.
The petite half Jewish, half Korean woman tugged at the fabric of her tasteful white sun dress nervously as she tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness inside the giant boy's backpack. There was just enough light pouring through the stitching of the canvas above that she could make out her faint reflection in on the glass wall of her mason jar prison, her cute but terrified face staring back at her, framed on each side by the edge of her dark bob cut. Behind her, the younger redheaded girl continued to wail and whimper at the other end of the jar. Jessica didn't blame her. They both had good reason to be afraid. It had been less than three hours since they'd both watched that terrible woman swallow a young blonde girl whole and alive, and it seemed likely they were destined for a similar fate.
Jessica turned back around to face her fellow captive, barely keeping her balance as the entire world seemed to shake around her. It was clear their captor was on the move. The redheaded girl was down on her knees, hugging her sides, her long red hair hanging forward over her pale angular face and button nose like a veil. She was shaking her head from side to side as she whimpered, as if denying the reality around her hard enough could somehow cease it to be. God, the poor thing...she looked like she could be young enough to be one of Jessica's students.
Though she knew she should be concerned for herself primarily, the pitiful sight stirred Jessica's old teacherly instincts. Having just turned 24 a few weeks back, Jessica had only just begun her career as a substitute teacher out of school when she'd fallen ill with the shrinking virus. She'd had to retire almost immediately, as the job quickly proved too be far to dangerous at her new size. Since then Jessica had been relying on disability checks granted to shrinkies by the government to get by, which was why she'd gone to the hospital today in the first place. It was mandated that to continue receiving her checks that she needed to see a physician at least once a year to confirm she was still "severely staturally disabled." Such an asinine piece of bureaucracy...as if any "shrinky" had ever woken up one day back to normal size. It annoyed her even more now that the visit was looking likely to get her killed.
"Hey, hey...it's alright..." Jessica hurried to the girl's side and put an arm around her.
"Alright?!" the redhead cried in disbelief. "Didn't you hear them talking? We're about to be eaten!"
"We don't know that..." Jessica tried to reassure her, though she didn't believe her own words. "All they said was we were going to someone named Becca. She might not be like that other woman...maybe she won't harm us." Jessica hoped against hope that it would somehow be true.
"She's going to fucking eat us!" the redhead cried out again before wrapping her arms around her knees and curling into a ball. "It's not fair, I don't wanna die...I'm too young..."
Poor kid. Jessica took a deep breath before exhaling a long, shuddering sigh. She was the adult in the situation. She needed to be brave enough for both of them.
Now if only she were actually brave...
"Hey. What's your name?" Jessica asked.
The redhead sniffled and sobbed for a moment before replying, not looking up. "...Annie."
"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you Annie," Jessica promised. "But I don't know what's going to happen when we meet this Becca person, and if, god forbid, she wants to do something terrible to us, we're going to have to work together."
Annie still wasn't looking up at Jessica, but she'd at least stopped sobbing. It seemed like she was listening.
"Just stick with me, follow my lead, and we're both going to get out of this, okay? I'm gonna get you home."
"Promise?" Annie whimpered weakly, finally looking up at her.
"Promise." Jessica nodded, forcing her best brave smile.
The moment was interrupted by the boom of their captor's voice from above: "Dude, you are going to lose it when I show you what I've got for you-"
"What DO you have?" A female voice this time.
Jessica felt a chill run down her spine. Was that Becca? The reality of her promise to Annie began to set in as her breathing quickened. She'd just agreed to defend the girl from a literal giant that might very well want to eat them alive. How on earth was she going to do that?
More questions and shouting from giant voices outside. Jessica knew her survival might very well rely on figuring out the situation out there, but her creeping panic was causing it all to blur together into a dull ringing sound. Was this what a panic attack felt like?
"WHAT'S IN HERE??"
Jessica and Annie screamed as their entire world suddenly shifted hard, sending them slamming painfully into the glass walls. There was no chance to recover as their prison continued to shift around them, clearly the result of some kind of struggle outside. What the fuck was happening??
Suddenly, blinding light. The two shrinkies barely had time to scream before a massive hand surged towards them and grabbed the outside of the jar, pulling their prison far too quickly up into the blinding glare.
Amy stared, dumbstruck, at the two tiny women inside the glass jar in her hand. "What...the fuck..." she repeated.
Well, this was it, Nate thought. Time for him to begin the next chapter of his life...behind bars. Maybe he deserved it. He had after all, been planning to feed the two captive shrinkies to his best friend, Becca. It was just a shame that he'd gotten so close, only for Amy to catch him in the act. But she had, and now it was all over. Because Amy was a good girl, and there was zero chance she'd condone his depravity.
For as long as he'd known Amy she'd been a kind, quiet girl who followed the rules and got good grades. Becca had explained to Nate that it was her strict parents who made her that way, which he supposed made sense. The blonde did have a temper that would rise to the surface occasionally, but you had to really tick her off to get there. And Nate was pretty sure he just had.
Suddenly Becca broke the silence by forcing a loud and obviously fake laugh. Nate cringed at the attempt. Becca might have been cute, as well as a lot of other things, but a good actress she was not.
"Hahaha, we got her, huh Nate?" Becca persisted, looking to Nate to play along. "Okay, give me the jar Amy and we'll take them back home, oh my god, you should see your face!"
Amy pivoted away from Becca, hugging the jar to her chest protectively. "I'm not falling for it! Where did you get shrinkies? What were you doing with them??" Suddenly she gasped as realization struck her. "...You guys were going to eat them!" Her voice was a shocked but accusing whisper.
Becca looked at Amy pleadingly, taking a step closer. "Ames, we were just having a bit of fun..."
Amy didn't budge. "Becca, as my friend, swear to me. If it's not true, swear to me. But I'm serious. I want the truth!"
Becca looked from Amy to Nate, searching his face for some kind of answer. Nate shook his head subtly, eyes wide, trying his best to communicate non-verbally. Do not tell her! Do not!
Becca turned back to Amy and sighed. "It's...mostly true, Ames. I was going to eat them."
Goddammit Becca...
"I knew it! I knew there was a reason you guys were acting weird! Ever since that Hope girl..!" Amy's accusations trailed off her brain connected another series of dots. She looked to her friend pleadingly. "...oh no, Becca, you didn't..?"
Becca flashed an awkward smile and slowly shrugged.
"You ate Hope Fisher?!" Amy cried out in disbelief.
"Dude, shh! My mom will hear!" Becca urged her, hurrying to the front of her room to shut and lock the door.
"It's not Becca's fault, I gave her to her," Nate finally spoke up. Fuck it, if Becca was confessing, he wasn't going to let her go down alone. "I'm the one that took her..."
"Ugh, of course you were, Nate." Amy shot him an unimpressed look.
"He was just being nice, Ames! It told him I wanted to try it so he gave her to me for my birthday. He didn't even mean to find her, but he did, and one thing just kind of led to another..."
Amy shook her head in disbelief, taking a step back while still clutching the jar. "Did you guys even think for a second about how much trouble you'd have been in if you got caught? How much you'd completely ruin your lives?"
"But Ames...we didn't get caught," Becca had finished locking the door and was walking back towards her. Nate didn't fail to notice the brunette's eyes flick towards the two shrinkies huddled inside the glass jar. There was a noticeable glint in them...something hungry and predatory. "And we won't get caught this time either. All we have to do is swallow them and no one besides us will ever know they were here!"
"We?" Amy repeated, her expression still wracked with worry.
"Yeah, you can have one of them! My treat – think of it as an apology for not being honest with you before." Becca smiled sweetly at her friend, her head bowed just slightly in remorse. "Besides, you were just saying yourself how we didn't bring enough study snacks..."
Was Becca trying to bribe Amy? There was no way that was going to work, right..?
Amy blinked down at the jar she held against her chest, tilting it out slightly so she could better see the shrinkies inside. "You want me to eat one?" Even from where Nate stood, he could tell that the tiny women were shaking their little heads up at Amy desperately, pleading with their squeaky voices for her not to listen to the brunette.
"C'mon Ames, haven't you ever wondered what it's like? It'll be fun! I'll even let you take your pick." Becca huddled up against Amy's side now that the blonde's guard was lowered, joining her in gazing down at the captive shrinkies. Of the two, the brunette's expression was noticeably more eager. After grinning down at the little things for a moment longer, she looked back to Nate. "It's okay if Amy has one, right?"
"Uh..." Nate was still pretty on edge, and not totally convinced he wasn't going to be sent to prison at the end of this. Was this really going to work? His eyes drifted to the ample cleavage poking out from the blonde's top, then down to her round butt, tightly filling out her blue jeans. Even though he'd been pretty excited to see Becca take two shrinkies at once, he couldn't deny that the idea of one of the two shrinkies adding to Amy's already healthy curves was pretty appealing in its own right. Plus, it could get them out of this jam. "It's fine with me, I guess."
"I don't know..." Amy mumbled. She still looked pretty worried, but she also seemed equally unable to take her eyes off the little women desperately begging her for help. "Don't you guys feel bad for them? I know I wouldn't want to be eaten..."
Nate recognized Amy's hesitation. He thought back to how Hope had tried to sway him by telling him about her life, and how he'd almost given in. If the tiny girls could fully win Amy's sympathy, she'd never go along with Becca's plan. Nate felt somewhat bad for what he was about to do, but he saw little alternative. Making Amy complicit in this was the only way to guarantee her silence.
"If it makes it any easier for you Amy, we don't really have a choice."
Amy finally looked up from the jar and stared at Nate in surprise. Rather than giving her a chance to argue, he continued. "They've seen all three of us now, so we can't just let them go. And I know, it's kinda messed up, but the only way to make sure they don't tell anyone about this is for them to disappear. And well...no matter how you slice it, the easiest way to do that is for somebody to swallow them..."
Amy's eyes widened in horror. "I can't believe you got me dragged into this Nate!"
"I'm just saying, somebody has to do it. If you want, you can just let Becca take care of them both. But if you're hesitating because you feel sorry for them, well, they're going to end up in somebody's stomach either way. It doesn't really matter if it's yours or Becca's."
"Yeah, no pressure Ames." Becca hugged her friend from the side and leaned her head on the blonde's shoulder. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but trust me, it'll be fun! And who knows when you'll get another chance like this?"
Amy gazed back down into the jar slowly. Her expression had gone from concern to...blank? It was impossible for Nate to read into what the blonde was thinking, but it was clear she was in deep contemplation, her studious mind flying a mile a minute. The shrinkies were really pleading now, down on their knees at the bottom of the jar, throwing everything they had at the one sympathetic ear they had in the room. Their last and only chance.
"Fuck it, let's do it," Amy whispered, ending the long pause. A high pitched wail of anguish echoed from inside the jar, and Nate considered the dark irony of the situation. In saving his and Becca's asses, Amy had just doomed the two shrinkies in their place.
Oh well, better them than him.
"Woo! Alright!" Becca rejoiced, hugging Amy tighter before just as suddenly releasing her and jumping for joy. She then eagerly took the jar from Amy's hands, who still seemed too dazed by her own decision to resist the brunette at all.
"So how do we do this?" Amy asked, following Becca as she carried the jar towards her bed.
"Well I think we've both earned a study break, so first we're going to have some fun with them..." Becca grinned excitedly as she walked around to the other side of the bed and held the jar over it. She then unscrewed the lid and flipped the jar upside down, causing the shrinkies inside to scream as they found themselves plummeting from what to them must have felt like being dropped out of a plane, but in reality was only about three feet up. Luckily for them, their tiny mass and the soft blue comforter of Becca's bed assured that they were unharmed when they landed, at least physically.
Amy walked forward as if in a trance and joined Becca in looming over the two panicking girls. Nate followed close behind, but kept a bit more distance out of fear of agitating Amy as he always seemed to. Becca grinned up at Amy from the other side of the bed.
"So, which one do you want? The little redhead is pretty cute…"
Jessica's chest heaved up and down violently up at the ceiling as she lay on the surface of the giant bed, slowly accepting the reality that she was still alive. That was...easily the greatest height she'd ever fallen from in her life. She snapped back to reality as a terrible shadow passed over her, watching as the towering forms of the two teenage girls loomed above, blocking out the light of the ceiling lamp.
"So, which one do you want? The little redhead is pretty cute..."
Annie. Jessica pulled herself upright and quickly scanned the surface of the bed. Just a couple of regular human inches from her, the terrified young redhead was scrambling backwards on her butt away from Becca's looming form.
"Annie!" Jessica shouted, hurrying to the teen's side in a mad scrambling dash.
"I don't know..." Amy's voice boomed from above. "...maybe her. Which one do you think I should pick, is there a difference?"
Jessica reached Annie and threw her arms around the girl protectively. Oh Amy, why?
For a few hopeful moments, Jessica had really believed a miracle had happened and they'd found their savior in the kindhearted blonde girl. But despite their desperate begging, she'd seemingly succumbed to the peer pressure of her crueler friend. Their dire situation now only stung all the more knowing how close they'd been to salvation.
Still...the blonde had hesitated once. Jessica didn't have a plan yet, but she suspected if there was any chance for them to get out of this, it would hinge on exploiting Amy's lingering doubts. As someone who had once had aspirations of teaching, Jessica chose to believe in the inherent goodness and potential that could be tapped into in any student with right touch. Getting through to this Becca girl might've been too tall an order with the limited time she had, but somewhere inside Amy, there had to be kindness and good.
"Hmmm..." Becca hummed above them, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "I know, let's play a game!" She quickly dropped to her knees on the carpet and leaned her upper body forward across the bed, resting her head on her crossed arms just behind the two shrinkies so that her massive smiling face now truly loomed over them.
"Hey shrinkies! I've got a deal for you!" Her high pitched voice boomed so much louder at this proximity that it actually pained Jessica's ears a bit. Jessica could feel Annie writhe in her grasp, trying to instinctively pull herself away from the enormous face, but Jessica held her in place. When faced with a dangerous predator, sometimes a sudden move was actually the worst course of action.
"Since I'm so nice, we're gonna give you guys a chance. If we catch you, well, we're gonna eat you." The giant brunette paused to giggle at the very real threat she'd so casually delivered. "But you can have a ten second head start to get away. Y'know, to keep things fair since you're so little."
Jessica still didn't dare move. Was she serious? What difference would ten measly seconds make at their size? And where were they supposed to "get away" to?
"What? Becca! We can't let them go, remember??" Amy gasped.
"Well then we better catch them!" Becca giggled. The blonde began to tug at her ponytail nervously, clearly unhappy with that answer despite the clear and overwhelming advantage they had over the shrinkies.
"Oooonnneee..." Becca began counting very slowly, looking right at Jessica with a smug smile. The brunette's smile told Jessica everything she needed to know about this "game." That the cruel teen didn't think there was any way for her to lose.
But Jessica still had to try.
"...Twoooo..."
Jessica quickly pulled the whimpering redhead to her feet. "C'mon!" The shrunken woman scanned the surroundings with her eyes as quickly as she could. She didn't truly have a plan, but they were sitting ducks on top of the bed, so the first move was naturally to get away from there. The most direct paths to the edge of the comforter were directly towards either Becca or Amy. They could try swinging wide of either teen, but the added distance could be lethal at their size. No, a direct shot was the only shot they had. And if the choice was between facing Becca or Amy? Jessica knew who she would choose.
"...Threeeeee..."
"Run!" Jessica shouted, practically dragging Annie alongside her as she charged towards Amy's side of the bed. The blonde titan was at least still standing, so she'd have to bend over to grab them more easily.
"...Fourrrrrr..."
Despite a few stumbles, they were almost halfway to the edge. Jessica dared to look up as she continued to barrel forward. Amy had clearly caught on that they were headed her way, and the blonde titan looked increasingly nervous that catching the shrinkies had likely become her responsibility.
"Becca..!" Amy crouched down slightly to be closer to eye level with the approaching shrinkies, readying two open hands at the bed's edge, ready for snatching. Annie screamed and hid her face in Jessica's shoulder as she ran, unable to face their enormous opponent directly.
"...Five-Six-Seven-Eight-Nine-Ten..!" Becca belted out quickly, coming to her friends aid and hopping up on all fours onto the bed behind them.
Jessica roared in defiance as she continued to charge. Cheating bitch! As if the odds weren't already stacked against them enough! She could see Amy looming closer ahead, and hear Becca scrambling forward from behind. It was going to be close.
Still belting out the war cry she'd never suspected she was capable of, Jessica grabbed hold of Annie even tighter and kicked off the bed's cover with all the force she had, diving forward head first right over the edge.
They finally caught a lucky break: Amy flinched, raising her hands in front of her face protectively rather than reaching out to grasp them. As the two shrinkies soared forward into open air, Jessica gasped as she felt the tip of Becca's outstretched finger just barely graze the back of her flapping sun dress. Way too close!
Both shrinkies yelped as they collided with the crotch of Amy's jeans, then tumbled the front of her leg before finally rolling into the darkness underneath Becca's bed.
"Shit!" Becca cursed from somewhere above. But Jessica could tell from her tone that this was just part of the game to the brunette, and she still didn't think they had a chance.
Time to prove her wrong.
"Hurry!" Jessica whispered harshly as she continued to drag Annie forward, deeper into the shadows. Luckily for the shrinkies, the space under Becca's bed was a mess of storage boxes, discarded clothes, and various other forgotten items, offering a plethora of hiding places. Jessica hurried Annie around the corner of one of the boxes just as the flexing of massive mattress springs above and the subsequent thunder of giant feet hitting floor behind told Jessica that Becca had just dismounted from the bed.
The two shrinkies pressed up close against the box's edge, neither daring to peek around the corner back the way they'd came. They both did their best to quiet their heavy breathing, trying to remain as still as humanly possible.
But neither could resist shrieking as the massive hand shot past the corner around which they hid, its slender fingers grasping blindly at anything they could feel within reach. Rather than wait around for the probing digits to head their way, Jessica dragged Annie deeper still under the bed, through a dense corridor boxes and wrinkled clothes.
"I think I heard them! You keep trying this side Amy, I'm gonna cut them off!" Becca's voice called out from behind as her arm retracted out of view once again.
The way forward for the shrinkies was so crowded and cluttered, that it wasn't long before they had to crawl to squeeze between the various blockages. Jessica gagged slightly as she realized she was currently crawling through a long forgotten pair of Becca's used panties. Did this girl ever clean under her bed?
SQUEAK. SQUEAK. SQUEAK...THUMP.
Becca had climbed over to the other side. Jessica hurried her pace slightly as the shuffling sound of the brunette's probing hand pushing aside refuse drew louder from this new direction.
"We're going to find you, little shrinkiiiies..!" the brunette's booming voice sang, before breaking into a fit of giggles.
Not if Jessica could help it.
Pushing forward in the opposite direction, Jessica dared to venture around the edge of a wrinkled sock and look out from the darkness to the room beyond. To her left, she could see Amy's massive thighs. The blonde was bent forward at the other end of this side of the bed, searching for them in the wrong spot. But beyond her and slightly to the right was the long stretch of open carpet to the room's door. The gateway to their freedom.
Jessica took a deep breath as she readied herself. She couldn't see Nate's feet, but Amy was distracted and she already knew Becca was behind them. This was their best shot: they'd have to make a break for it. She turned back to Annie and gripped her shoulder, looking right into her eyes. "When I say run, we go as fast as we can towards that door, got it? No looking back, no noise, just run."
"No! No I can't!" Annie pleaded, trying to pull Jessica back into the shadows. The poor girl was clearly terrified, and liked her chances better in the dark.
They both glanced back fearfully as the sounds of Becca's probing drew nearer. "You can," Jessica assured her, her heartbeat quickening. They were wasting precious seconds, but she promised she'd help this girl...
"No! No!" Annie pleaded, crumpling pathetically at Jessica's feet. "I can't...can't..."
Jessica stared down at the girl, then back towards the direction of the approaching sounds. She could try to drag her, but they'd never make it that way. Why? Why couldn't she just snap out of it and listen?
The sounds grew ever nearer. Jessica cursed quietly and clenched her fists. "Please...when I run just follow me, I don't want to..." The sounds were so close now.
Jessica was running before she even realized it. It seemed instinct had overridden conscious thought, at least long enough to free her from the deadly delay. She looked over her shoulder to see if Annie was with her, but of course she wasn't. The young girl had cracked, and she'd surely stay under that bed until the giants caught her. Jessica's heart broke for the poor girl, and for her broken promise to her.
However, another sight spurred Jessica to push thoughts of Annie aside and focus on her own survival. It was Amy's massive looming posterior, pointed up into the air as the blonde searched beneath the bed. There was something terrifying about the scale of it at this proximity, and the threat it promised: that if the blonde teen managed to swallow Jessica, that ass was the only way she'd ever be allowed to leave.
It was all the extra motivation she needed, and Jessica began running faster than she'd ever believed she could towards the door. God, it was still so far! And if any of them spotted her, they'd close the distance in seconds with their comparatively massive strides.
"Ah-hah, gotchya!" Becca's voice sang from somewhere far behind.
Oh no...
Jessica didn't dare look back, but even from where she ran she could hear the distant sound of Annie's frightened screams. Why hadn't she followed..?
Jessica grunted in frustration and pushed on, faster yet, her head down and her eyes shut. It was too late for Annie. She could only save herself now.
"Now where's your little friend? We have ways of making you talk..."
Jessica blinked her eyes open. To her surprise, she was only inches from the door now. Even though the massive portal was shut, she could see a thin gap between the bottom of the wood and the carpet. It would be a tight fit, but she was sure her tiny body could squeeze under.
Somewhere behind her, Annie's far-off screams reached an awful crescendo and then were suddenly silenced. But there was no time to think about that.
Reaching the door, Jessica dropped down onto her belly and ducked her head beneath the wood frame, crawling forward with her elbows. Shit, it was even tighter than she'd thought...she'd barely gotten her shoulders underneath when the feelings of claustrophobia began to kick in. Still, she was sure she could make it, and she wriggled onward with determination.
Then she heard it. The rapid, approaching thunder strikes of a giant bounding. No! She was so close, dammit! Crying out in frustration, Jessica surged forward like a burrowing animal. Her shoulders were beneath the door, now her upper body, if she could just-
She screamed as she felt the pinch of enormous fingers around her waist. "No! No!!" Jessica cried out as she clawed at the carpet fibers in vain, the huge hand easily dislodging her out from beneath the door and up into the air.
Nate had been confused when he saw Amy suddenly rush for the door, but then she'd bent over and turned around, the little half-Asian woman held out in front of her. Oh my god, she'd really almost slipped by them all! Nate was both impressed by the little one's effort, yet also horrified at how close everything had come to falling apart.
"Becca, I got her!" Amy declared excitedly, holding the wriggling shrinky out for her friend to see. The blonde was giddy and grinning. At first glance Nate suspected it stemmed from relief that she'd secured the last loose end that threatened to expose them, but it seemed to have escalated a bit beyond that. Amy looked like she was having...fun. Nate shook his head in disbelief. He supposed if anything Amy was an achiever, and so it stood to reason she'd get joy out of successfully executing a task.
"Nishe work Amesh!" Becca called back from the bed, her words slurred by the mouthful of screaming redhead she was talking around. She'd popped the little girl into her mouth just after catching her to try to scare her into giving up the other's location, but now she seemed content to keep sucking on her regardless. No use in pulling her out when she was just going to go back in. "That wash a closhe one!"
Amy turned the little woman around and brought her closer to her face so she could better look at her. Her face sported her usual kind smile, but there was the unmistakable twinkle of mischief in her eye. The look of a good girl realizing she was about to get away with doing something very naughty.
"So I just...swallow her?" Amy asked, still smiling down at the tiny woman. The shrinky was begging her not to, insisting she'd regret it if she did, but the blonde didn't seem to pay her any mind. "They don't taste weird or anything, do they?"
Becca skipped over to get a better look at her friend's prize. She pushed the tiny girl in her own mouth into the side of her cheek so she could talk around her better. "They don't taste like much, actually. It's more about the feeling." Nate watched in amazement as the bulge in the brunette's cheek squirmed and shifted, the frightened squeaks of the girl within almost entirely muffled unless Becca's lips were apart. She then relaxed her jaw and allowed her treat to roll back into the center of her mouth. "But yeah, itsh eashy, I'll show you..." The brunette closed her mouth and began focusing, looking like she was preparing to swallow. But then she paused, and her eyes opened wider. "Ackshually wai..."
She opened her mouth and fished the tiny redhead out with her fingers, danging her just above her face. The poor thing was shivering madly, despite being drenched from head to toe in the brunette's warm saliva.
"Hey, what's your name anyway? Tell me and I promise I won't swallow you," Becca demanded.
"Annie! A-Annie Kelly!" the little spit-soaked girl cried out without hesitation.
Becca smiled sweetly up at shivering shrinky. "Wow Annie, I can't believe you fell for that..." She then opened her mouth and lowered the shrieking girl back in. Becca closed her lips, sealing the redhead inside once again. She then resumed sucking on her for just a moment, just for good measure. Turning back to Amy (but also staying well within Nate's line of sight,) Becca held out an index finger to indicate her friends should pay attention. "Now wash closhely..."
Doing a quick (and Nate suspected highly unnecessary) stretch, Becca closed her eyes, straightened up her posture, stretched out her arms to her sides, then in one motion brought them together in front of her, clasping her hands together in front of her breasts. What the heck was she doing, yoga?
Becca then tilted her little pointed chin up towards the sky slightly, and with her face still a mask of utter serenity, she swallowed hard. Nate and Amy both watched the bulge travel down her slender throat, disappearing forever beyond her dainty collar bones. She then raised her hands above her head triumphantly, and just like before, opened her mouth wide with her tongue outstretched to display that the shrinky was well and truly gone.
"Aaah!~"
Amy stared from Becca's open mouth to the shrinky in her hand. The tiny dark haired woman was really wriggling and protesting now, apparently watching her former companion get swallowed had particularly affected her. Nate noted that Amy wasn't smiling anymore. Was she really having doubts?
"You can do it Amy!" Becca chirped, acting as her friend's personal cheerleader. She then suddenly bent forward slightly and broke into a fit of giggles, placing both hands over her stomach. Apparently she was getting quite the inner tickle from Annie's struggles.
"Yeah, c'mon Amy!" Nate chimed in for encouragement. C'mon, just eat her! So we don't go to prison! And also because it would be hot!
Amy glanced at both of them with concern and slowly shook her head before looking back to the shrinky between her fingers.
"I can't believe I'm going to do this..." she muttered as she raised the woman up to face level, clenched her eyes shut, and opened her mouth wide.
Jessica screamed as she found herself facing down the blonde giant's open maw. Under different circumstances, she might've been impressed at how pearly white the girl's teeth were, clearly she was diligent about her dental hygiene. However at this proximity their ivory sheen only served to better contrast the little specks and pockets of orange gunk spread about them—the aftermath of the cheese nips the girl had been munching on. It was a grim reminder of the perverse nature of Jessica's situation. Where she was currently headed, only food was meant to go.
"Amy! Don't! You don't have to do this!" Jessica begged desperately as she was moved towards the pink cavern. She was kicking and wriggling with all she had. She didn't care if she fell, she was now certain she'd rather fall to her death than go in there. Not that her efforts seemed to have any effect on the giant's grip on her waist.
As she reached the girl's pink lips, Jessica tried to grasp at them for support, then at the edge of her front teeth, but Amy wasn't messing around. The blonde teen easily pushed Jessica through her open mouth and onto the center of her tongue, completely overpowering the tiny woman's resistance. "Amy! No! No!" Jessica whined as she suddenly found herself awash with humid breath, its scent containing more than just a hint of the smell of cheesey crackers. She yelped in revulsion as a long strand of saliva hanging down from the girl's palate collapsed across her shoulder and back as she was pushed through it.
As soon as Jessica felt the pincer grip on her waist release, she scrambled like a cornered animal to get away from the glistening pink throat looming in front of her, but the blonde had finished sealing her teeth and lips behind her before she'd even managed to turn around. "No! Amy-!" Jessica tried to call out as she found herself surrounded by darkness and then just as quickly lifted up and back by the powerful tongue beneath her. Saliva seemed to pour from everywhere onto her body, soaking her as she was pushed along the roof of the girl's mouth towards the throat she'd tried so desperately to avoid.
"Please don't do this! Don't eat me! You can't-!" Jessica shrieked as she found herself drop over the back of Amy's tongue and then suddenly sucked downward with a powerful gulp.
Jessica doubted even her worst nightmares could have conjured up the terrible and alien sensation she was enduring as she plummeted down the Amy's esophagus, squeezed on all sides in such a tight and claustrophobic tunnel of hot, slimy flesh. The sound of Amy's voice boomed around and above her as she slid, but she could barely make out the words as her frightened mind fixated on the passing sounds of the girl's heart, lungs, and bodily gurgles as she was forced deeper and deeper down. Every inch taking her further and further from the outside world, which she'd now surely never see again.
She whined and squirmed as she finally reached the end of the terrible tunnel, forced through the tight ring at the top of Amy's stomach before plummeting a short distance down, landing with a splash into a shallow pool. The liquid was almost as warm as the thin, disgusting air she was now breathing, and Jessica's entire body trembled as she released an anguished and involuntary scream. It took her a moment to comprehend how it was so difficult to stand in the merely knee-deep liquid: the entire chamber was moving, slowly flexing inwards and outwards. She stumbled forward, crying out in revulsion as her feet occasionally stepped down into mysterious pockets of mush at the bottom of the pool, only motivating her to hurry her pace. With no light to guide her, she crashed face first into the wrinkled and pulsing wall before recoiling back from it just as quickly. She had just caked herself in whatever disgusting mush was caking the side of the wall, and as she violently spat out the bit that gotten into her mouth, she realized she recognized the taste.
Cheese nips.
Jessica cried out in horror and began stomping in place as she raced to wipe the foul bolus off her soaked dress and skin. After removing the worst of it, she scrambled back to the stomach wall and began feeling around its edge to get a sense of the size of the pitch black chamber, stopping when she finally found a section that was less caked in the blonde's swallowed snack food.
"Let me out of here!!" She sobbed as she tried to climb and scamper up the wall's edge, just as quickly sliding back down into the shallow pool. Between the slick slime and its constant shifting, there was no way she'd ever find purchase along the wrinkled surface. Still, she kept trying, despite the predictable recurring result.
"AMYYYYY..!"
"Yeah Ames! Way to show her who's boss!" Becca cheered as she watched the bulge disappear down Amy's throat. The blonde still hadn't opened her eyes, her face scrunched tight ever since she'd put the shrinky in her mouth.
"Ugh! Ah!" Amy gasped, sticking out her tongue in disgust and flinching slightly. Becca nearly keeled over with laughter at her friend's reaction. Apparently the two girls had very different opinions regarding the sensations brought on by a tiny wriggling person traveling down into their stomachs. "Oh, it feels so weird!!" she whined.
"What? You didn't like it?" Becca asked, still barely containing her giggles.
Amy took a deep breath and exhaled, composing herself a bit. Her eyes were still closed, it seemed like she was focusing on something. "I don't know, it's just...weird." She paused and finally blinked her eyes opening, staring down at her midsection in horror. "Oh my god...she's moving! She's moving!!"
Becca was laughing too hard to respond this time, collapsing backward onto the bed as she clutched her heaving gut. Nate wondered for a moment how chaotic it must have been for little Annie inside Becca as the brunette cackled and rolled around.
"What did you think was going to happen?" Nate laughed. "She was just gonna sit there quietly while you digested her?"
"Shut up Nate!" she glared, before turning her concerned eyes back down, lifting up her shirt slightly to reveal her soft tan belly. "How long before she stops? Is there anyway to just digest her faster?" She frowned as the sensations inside her apparently refused to comply, before finally grunting in frustration and giving her belly a smack. "Ugh, would you just give up already?!"
Nate couldn't help but laugh. Her reaction couldn't have been more opposite from Becca's! But the more he thought about it, the more it kind of made sense. Amy was nothing if not someone who followed and respected the rules. And well, the rules for food was that it went down into your stomach and was digested. It likely annoyed Amy to no end that this tiny woman wouldn't just settle down and accept her place in the natural order of things.
"Amy, feeling them squirm is like the whole point!" Becca laughed, finally managing to pull herself into an upright sitting position on the bed. "How else would you even know she's in there?"
"I'd know she's in there because I swallowed her," Amy replied, pressing at the offending section of stomach with one hand. "I don't see why she has to be so annoying about it, it's not like it's going to change anything..."
"Yeah, you tell her Ames!" Becca giggled before suddenly sitting more upright as her eyes opened wide. Nate could practically see the floating light bulb sparking on above her cute little head. "Wait, Amy! Come over here, I wanna try something!" She patted the spot on the bed next to her excitedly.
Amy hesitantly did as she was told. "What?"
"I wanna listen!" Becca giggled, lifting up Amy's shirt slightly and thrusting the side of her face against the soft tan flesh before her friend could stop her.
"Becca!" Amy cried out in protest, but the brunette was already in position.
Becca nestled in for a moment, her eyes sparkling with curiosity...and then she started giggling madly. Apparently she found whatever she was hearing in there quite amusing. Nate meanwhile was burning with jealousy. What he'd give to listen to either of the girls' bellies right now...
"Ah! This is so cooool!" she giggled, biting her lip. "I've been thinking about this ever since I let Nate do it to me last time!"
Amy glanced at Nate disapprovingly. "You listened to her stomach, you freak?"
Nate squirmed and struggled to find an answer, but luckily he was spared as Amy's attentions were drawn back down to the giggling brunette pressed up against her gut.
"You weren't kidding Amy, she's really going in there...sounds like she's really not happy about being your food..."
"I didn't think the point was for them to enjoy it..." Amy grumbled indignantly, her face flushing slightly scarlet.
Becca giggled at her friend's response and pulled her ear off of her belly. But she kept her face close, and she proceeded to cup a hand around her mouth and shout directly into the blonde's flesh, "Hey, you hear that shrinky? Amy ate you fair and square, so you need to just get over it and be a good little study snack for her so we can get a good grade on this project, got it?"
"Becca!" Amy cried out indignantly, pushing her giggling friend away.
"Could...could I listen?" Nate asked quietly. It was worth a shot..?
Amy's face flushed even redder, pulling her shirt back down violently. "No!"
"Ames, he did bring us the shrinkies after all..." Becca teased.
"I don't care! Absolutely not!" She glared at Nate just long enough so that he'd understand it was never, under any circumstances, going to happen. Dammit...
"Aw, poor Nate," Becca shot him a pouty face. "Don't worry, maybe you can listen to mine later." And...we're back!
"Weirdos..." Amy rolled her eyes, then glanced down at the textbook beside her. "Becca, we still have a lot more to do on this..."
Becca sighed. "I know...just a little more fun and we'll get back to work, okay?" The brunette's eyes lit up, and she bit her lip mischievously. "Okay this is the last thing..." She shifted her butt so that she was facing Amy better.
"What is it..?" Amy asked, already looking a little uneasy about whatever her friend was plotting.
"Well I was just thinking, maybe the reason these two are squirming so much is because they're friends and we split them up? It sure would be nice of us if we could find a way to reunite them for a little bit, right..?" Becca proceeded to lift up her shirt halfway, exposing her smooth, pale belly to Amy. The brunette grinned wickedly, already giggling about what she had in mind.
Nate could only speculate. But he was sure he was going to like it.
Despite everything, Jessica hadn't given up. Amy had made it abundantly clear through her words and slaps that she had no intention of letting Jessica out until her body was finished with her, but the shrunken woman didn't care. Even while enduring the cruel taunting from the blonde's friend, Jessica refused to let her spirit break. Giving up would be accepting Becca's words were true: that she was nothing but a snack to fill the belly of a high school student while they studied.
Between the gurgling and the layers of flesh, it was too hard to follow the conversations between the giants outside. She doubted their teasing and joking about her fate contained any useful intel for her escape, anyway. Instead, she focused on her goal. The exit to this foul place, looming somewhere above her in the darkness.
As she attempted in vain to scale the stomach wall again, she was shocked as it suddenly pressed inward in a way it hadn't before and held there. There was a new sound too...more gurgling? But it sounded further away, and there was something else too...
Then she heard it. It was faint, even more muffled than the voices of the giant teens, but the horrible sound was far too burned into her recent memory for her to forget it so soon.
Annie's screams.
Jessica didn't know how it was possible, but still she rushed towards the spot where the sounds were loudest and pressed against it, no longer concerned with the chewed cracker bolus she was coating her skin with. "Annie! Can you hear me?!"
There was a pause, then more screaming, before finally a coherent reply.
"Help!! Help me!!!" the distant voice of the poor girl cried, "Get me out of here! It's so disgusting!"
"I'm working on it, okay??" Jessica shouted back, tears flowing down her cheeks. Was she actually? Had she accomplished anything since landing in the blonde's belly other than gradually tiring herself out? "Keep trying to find a way out, okay Annie? If you can climb out, do it! But you can't give up, okay? Do you hear me?? Don't give up!"
Annie responded with more panicked screams. Then the wall quaked rapidly against Jessica for a moment, as the muffled sound of Becca's unmistakable giggling rang out from somewhere above.
Jessica clenched her jaw and screamed through gritted teeth as she punched at the wall. She knew she was lucky in a way, even if it didn't feel like it. At least she'd been eaten by Amy, who didn't seem to delight in her demise the same way this Becca girl did. Poor Annie, she seemed like such a sweet girl...it felt so unjust that she'd be suffering inside the gut of the cruel brunette while she giggled about her fate.
"OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH..." Amy's muffled voice boomed somewhere above. Jessica gasped as the wall she'd leaned against sagged forward, and the sounds of Annie's screams faded into the distance.
"Annie! Remember – don't give up!!" Jessica cried out, before collapsing against the wall and sobbing deeply.
"Okay, that's enough..." Amy said, pushing Becca away so that their bare stomachs were no longer pressed up against each other.
Becca giggled and finally lowered her shirt back into place. "Do you think they could hear each other? Mine definitely started squirming more..."
"I really don't care," Amy shook her head, picking up the textbook by her side. "Right now I just want to finish this."
"Fiiiine..." Becca whined, slumping down off of the bed and onto the floor, leaning back against its edge. She smiled slightly and poked at her midsection playfully. "At least you'll make study time a little more interesting, won't you Annie?" She giggled then looked up at Nate with a defeated expression, clearly fishing for sympathy. "You don't have to stay if you want, Nate..."
"No it's cool, I don't really have anything else to do." Like he was going to miss a second of this...
"Of course..." Amy mumbled under her breath. The blonde returned to the position on the bed Nate had first found her in: laying down on her stomach with her book propped up on a pillow in front of her. Nate felt the front of his pants tighten slightly as he watched her reach for the box of cheese nips and pull it closer to her side. Oh man, hope that little woman inside her was ready for incoming...
"I'll read or something," Nate said, making his way to Becca's bookshelf and grabbing something without looking at it. Like it mattered, it would be impossible for him focus on a single printed word while his attention was secretly fixated on stomachs of his two classmates.
As the girls began to study their books, Nate proceeded to study them. Becca kept to her seat on the floor, her eyes dutifully on her book, looking quite content between periodic sips of boba. She would occasionally giggle as Annie's struggles managed to tickle her from within, but other than the occasional gentle stomach pat, she otherwise ignored the tiny redhead.
Of course, she burped loudly a couple of times too, much to Amy's annoyance.
Amy on the other hand, was far more restless. She made a valiant effort at first to ignore the little woman, her eyes scanning the pages in front of her as she shoveled occasional handfuls of cheese nips into her mouth before swallowing them down to join the poor thing. But it didn't take long for her to start obviously shifting with discomfort, and he watched as the blonde tried to discretely shift onto her side and give her stomach a quick smack, before returning to a resting position. Not even a minute passed before she went through the motions again, this time muttering "ugh, stop," for good measure. After another minute passed, Amy grunted in frustration, planting her face down onto the bed for a moment before raising up and looking to Becca and Nate. "Isn't there any way to get her to stop moving so much? It's so distracting!"
Becca shrugged and looked to Nate for guidance.
Nate's eyes drifted to the box of cheese nips. If Amy ate every cracker in the box, it might pack her stomach tight enough that the tiny woman couldn't fight back effectively, he supposed. But that was a lot of cheese nips to eat, and he imagined Amy wouldn't be too keen on the idea. Then he spotted her water thermos on the bedside table.
"Maybe if you tried drinking a bunch of water, that would slow her down?" he nodded in its direction.
Amy looked at the thermos thoughtfully while Becca giggled in the background. With a determined grunt, the blonde sat upright and snatched it from the bedside table, unscrewing the cap. "Maybe this will teach you to know when you're beaten..." she grumbled bringing the thermos to her lips and tilting her head back.
Nate watched, entranced, as Amy proceeded to chug like a champ, her throat bulging with every greedy gulp of water. She'd downed nearly half of its contents when she finally gasped for air, taking the opportunity to glance down at her midsection. She frowned slightly, clearly not yet satisfied with the results, and returned the bottle to her lips. After another impressive chug session, she gasped again for air and retightened the lid, setting the bottle aside.
"UURP!"
Amy's expression was as surprised as Nate's when the quick but hearty belch escaped the blonde's lips. She quickly clasped a hand over her mouth and blushed scarlet.
Becca laughed. "Nice one, Ames!"
"Ugh, that was her fault! All her fussing around in there probably gave me gas!" she whined in embarrassment.
"So...did it work?" Nate asked.
Amy paused as if she'd actually forgotten about the little woman that had been vexing her insides. She glanced down at her midsection and prodded it very gently with one finger. "Hm. I still feel her, a little bit..." Her pink lips shifted into a smug little smile. "...but it's much more tolerable now." She then lowered herself back down on her stomach, shifting a bit down into the covers to get comfortable, and glanced one more time down at her gut before her eyes returned to her book. The smug little smile was still on her lips. "Hm, thanks Nate," she said, already reaching for another handful of cheese nips.
Wow. Amy, addressing him fondly? She must have really been feeling better.
He'd get another clue into her state of mind a few minutes later. He'd gone back back to fixating on Becca for a while, eyeing her midsection, thinking about how she'd offered to let him listen later and how much later "later" really was, when he noticed she was trying to silently get his attention. Once their eyes met, she stifled a giggle with her hand and gestured subtly with her head towards Amy atop the bed.
Nate looked as directed and felt himself stiffen. Amy had rolled slightly onto her side, her soft belly sticking out just a little on the surface of the bed. While at a glance her attention was still firmly fixed on the book in front of her, looking a bit closer revealed she was subtly stroking and massaging her stomach with her free hand, right about where she'd indicated the shrinky had been kicking before. Looking even a little further, Nate could see the blonde's round bottom swaying side to side rhythmically in her blue jeans with slow, gentle motions. She looked a bit like cozy cat, twitching its tail happily.
Most damning of all though was Amy's enduring little smirk. It was hardly the look of a student reading from a dry textbook. No, that was smile of a victorious predator, smugly assured of her superiority.
Less than an hour ago, Jessica had truly believed that somewhere inside Amy, there had to be kindness and good. But now that the tiny woman was actually inside Amy, she understood how wrong she'd been. No, if what she'd endured so far was any indication, the inside of Amy had to be among the least good and kind places to ever exist.
It had been bad enough when her world had suddenly shifted sideways, followed by the routine sputtering spray of Amy's chewed-up cheese nip deposits. But at least then Jessica had still been able to move somewhat freely, allowing her at least he dignity to struggle for her freedom, even if in vain.
Then the flood had come. The sudden, gushing downpour of cold water that had crashed down onto Jessica and sent her tumbling. And it just kept coming, and coming.
Jessica kicked hard, catapulting her face to the surface where she proceeded to gasp for air in the meager pocket. There was so little breathable space left in Amy's stomach that for Jessica to suck in air practically meant kissing the top of the blonde's wrinkled stomach lining. These chances for breath were short and fleeting too, as the stomach was now working hard to digest Jessica along with the cheesey cracker gunk, churning the water roughly into a violent wavepool. It all stung just a little too, and Jessica couldn't decide if she should be thankful or not for the diluting effect the ample liquid was having on the digestive acids. On the one hand, she'd likely be in much greater pain right now without it. But on the other, it meant the process was likely to be drawn out and slow, far longer than it would have been otherwise.
As Jessica submerged again, she wished she could just will her body to stop holding her breath, to let the foul liquid fill her lungs and drown her. It had to be better than the way she was going to go out at this rate. But in a situation like this, a survival instinct could be a real bitch. She suspected her body would keep struggling to the last, whether she liked it or not.
She gasped between sobs as she breached the surface again. Of all the ways to go...
What stung most off perhaps, was that it didn't have to be this way. How easily it all could have been different, if this Amy girl had simply held to her principles and stood up to her friends. Jessica could still clearly picture Amy's friendly face in her mind. A sweet girl like that was exactly the kind of student Jessica had enjoyed teaching most in her brief stint as as substitute. How strange to think that even someone like that could be capable of such casual cruelty. How terrible to think that sweet face had willingly delivered Jessica to this fate.
The image of the blonde's big round ass looming over her on the carpet reappeared in Jessica's mind. There was something so terribly unjust about that being her final destination. That sometime in the next few days, that cute butt would waddle into class and sit down at its seat, and everyone would go on believing that the girl it was attached to was the same sweet, kindhearted soul she'd always been. When in reality, she'd have crapped out whatever remained of Jessica long before, her body having already stolen everything else from her for a small morsel of nourishment. Amy would get to go on living her life, her sin against Jessica totally unknown and unpunished.
Jessica drifted back beneath the surface of the churning pool, her ears droning with gurgles and squelches from all directions in the darkness. She wondered if Amy would ever regret doing this to her. Maybe someday soon, or maybe in a few years when she'd matured into a young woman. Maybe it wouldn't be until decades later, when Amy was old and nostalgic in some nursing home.
Jessica liked to believe she would. It would make no difference to her fate today, her path through Amy had already been determined. But it was nice to imagine these wrongs committed against her someday being acknowledged and reconciled, even if she wouldn't be around for it.
It was certainly a more pleasant thought than the alternative. That Amy would forever treasure what she'd done to Jessica, her little guilty pleasure sampled in the impulsive days of her youth. A secret memory she'd dig out even when she was old and shriveled, smiling and thinking wistfully of how she'd really showed that little shrinky who was boss.
Jessica chose to believe the first. Despite what she was enduring, she had to believe that the goodness in that kind faced girl would someday win out. It had to...
But then again, she'd been wrong about Amy before.
Amy closed up her textbook and pulled herself off the bed. "Okay, I'm all done with this. I think I'm gonna go home. I'll email you my half of it tonight."
Becca yawned and set her book aside. "Sounds good...I've only got a bit left as well. You sure you don't wanna stay and hang out a bit longer?"
"Nah, my parents will kill me if I'm not back soon," Amy explained, packing her things into her bag. She glanced over at the novel in Nate's hands and gave him a skeptical look. "You enjoy your book, Nate?"
Shit. He wondered if she'd noticed he'd barely turned a page since he started "reading" it. Well, two could play at the sass game.
"You enjoy your shrinky?" he asked with a smirk. The blonde's face went slightly red.
"Oh yeah, I can barely feel mine anymore, what about you?" Becca perked up.
Amy glanced down at her gut. "I dunno. I think I might feel something...but I think she might've just finally accepted it and given up." Nate didn't miss the little smile that crept across the blonde's lips.
"Sooo, c'mon, what'd you think?" Becca pressed, getting up and skipping over to her friend.
Amy blushed a little and looked away, a little naughty smile flashing between her lips. "It was...interesting. I think I sort of get why you wanted to do this now, but I'm also still kinda nervous. Part of my brain just won't stop worrying about what if we get caught..."
"Amy, we're not gonna get caught!" Becca giggled, grabbing her friend by the hand. "How would they even catch you, huh? By this time tomorrow you'll be flushing her down the toilet!" Becca grinned and snuck a smack at Amy's bubble butt to make her point.
"BECCA!" Amy cried, her face a deep red. But almost immediately she started grinning and giggling right along with her brunette friend. After a moment, Amy composed herself and tightened her backpack straps, readying her exit. But before fully turning around, she glanced back to Nate.
"And Nate, you're still a dumbass for bringing these things here...but thanks for letting me try one." She flashed Nate a sweet little smile, catching the horny boy off-guard.
"N-no problem," Nate managed, watching Amy turn around exit out Becca's room, a noticeable bit of extra pep in her step as she went.
"Bye Amy!" Becca called after her from the doorway, closing it behind her. She turned back to Nate and grinned. "God, she's so funny. You can tell she totally fucking loved it, too."
"Do you want me to go too while you type up your report?" Nate asked.
Becca raised an eyebrow at him. "What? You really don't want to listen..?" She smirked and patted her midsection suggestively.
Nate blushed, once again surprised at how amazing his life had recently become. "No, sure, I'll listen..."
"Thought so," Becca replied smugly, sauntering over to her bed and climbing atop it. She laid down onto her back and pulled up her shirt slightly to once again expose her smooth belly, glancing over at Nate expectantly. "Well? Come on, I want to know if she's still in there."
Nate didn't need a second invitation. He joined Becca in laying on the bed, carefully resting his head on the smooth exposed skin. Oh man, it was so good to be back right here. The feeling of her warm flesh against his cheek, the girly scent of her...and of course, hearing the gurgling of the inner workings of her body. It was just so incredibly intimate.
He began to listen hard for what he was really searching for: any sign of little Annie. It was faint, but eventually he detected her. Somewhere buried deep amongst the groans and gurgles, was the muffled sound of a tiny voice wailing in misery. If there were any words, he couldn't pick them out; to Nate it just sounded like a constant, weary sobbing.
For a moment his heart panged a little for the shrunken girl. She almost certainly didn't deserve this grisly fate...but at the same time Nate felt his manhood begin to engorge. Maybe that was precisely what appealed to this sick side of him. That deserving or not, Becca could take everything from the little redhead: her life, her dignity, her hopes and dreams...and she could do it all as easily as if she were eating a grape. In all ways that mattered, Becca's body was now Annie's master, and she'd serve its whims whether she liked it or not.
"Well? Anything?" Becca asked, tapping Nate on the top of the head.
"I can barely hear her," Nate replied, still listening. "She's not really saying anything, just crying, I think."
"Awww, poor little thing..." Becca sympathized, but the illusion was shattered a moment later when she broke into a fit of giggles. She then bent herself slightly upright so she could see Nate better. "Oh! I almost forgot to ask, where the hell did you find these two little morsels?"
"Honestly, I don't know if you'd believe me if I told you." Nate smiled thinking about the absolutely insane day he'd had so far. "Long story short, I got them from one of my sister's friends. Do you remember June?"
Becca gasped. "Of course! Dude, she used to babysit me! Ah! I used to think she was the coolest! How's she doing?"
"She's doing good, she's actually got her own business now," Nate explained.
"Wow," Becca laid back down onto her back. "So, does she eat shrinkies too, then?"
"Dude, she told me she ate like seventeen of them!" Nate bragged.
"Seventeen?!" Becca gasped, shooting upright again so Nate could see her shocked face.
"And..!" Nate began, having to pause to laugh at Becca's cute reaction, "...she also said she stuck one up her ass!"
Becca collapsed back onto her back in a mad fit of laughter, bouncing Nate's face on her heaving gut violently as she did. "Oh man, now I really want to party with her. That would be so cool to hang out again, now that I'm not just a little kid." She paused to giggle again. "God, up her fucking butt. I wonder what that's like..."
"Giving you some ideas?" Nate teased.
"Like I said, I'm open to new experiences..." Becca replied. Nate could feel her body move under him slightly as the brunette shifted her bum against the bed for a moment. Oh god, any more talk of that and he was going to bust in his pants...
"Well sorry, those two were all I had."
"Ugh! So if Amy hadn't been here I could've tried my first butt-shrinky?" Becca whined childishly. "So unfair!"
"Actually when I brought them here, I thought maybe you'd swallow them both at once," Nate admitted.
"I mean probably," Becca giggled. "That would've been pretty cool too, and little Annie would have at least had some company." She tapped her stomach with one finger just in front of Nate's face. She paused to sigh contentedly, then giggled briefly again. "God, can you imagine much it must suck for her in there? I mean talk about getting owned..."
Nate chuckled, his face bouncing along with the brunette's stomach as she giggled. "Honestly I'm not sure I can imagine it...I barely know what the inside of a stomach looks like, it's hard to wrap my head around the idea of actually being inside one." He paused and thought about it for a moment. "I guess shrinkies are probably the only people who really know what it's like."
"They're little pioneers in a way," Becca giggled. "I mean the news can talk all it wants about how sad it is what happened to Hope, but at least now she can say she was the first person to ever get pooped out of my butt!"
Nate rolled his eyes as the brunette's belly bounced madly with giggles against his face. "I don't think she's saying much of anything these days..."
"Hm, I guess not," Becca grinned up at the ceiling. "But as for imagining it...I've been doing a lot of that, ever since last time." Nate was surprised to feel Becca's touch on the top of his head, her fingers beginning to gently stroke his hair. "This is gonna sound kinda fucked, but I've almost been, like, obsessed with the idea of it, imagining how scared she must've been going down my throat...and how gross was it for her in my tummy with all the boba? Like was my lunch still in there with her too?" She giggled and then continued. "I just have so many questions; like could she see anything inside me, or is it just all dark? Could she hear us talking about her from in there?"
"I'm wondering what it was like for her in there whenever you burped," Nate teased.
"I know! I wanna know that too!" Becca giggled. "God, now that I think about it, it probably all just smells like my burps in there, huh?" She giggled and tapped her belly near Nate's face again. "Uh, have fun with that, Annie..."
"I think your burps are the least of her problems right now..."
"Fair point, I guess," she paused before continuing, "but here's the really messed up part, what I really keep wondering about is...what is it like to be digested? Like really? I mean obviously I know about stomach acids and stuff, so it must hurt, but it's so hard to imagine it really happening to you, y'know?" Nate could feel Becca's belly begin to rise and fall more rapidly. It seemed like she was getting...excited? If so, they certainly had that in common, right now. "Like how long are you in there before it really starts, and how long do you last after that? Do they have time to really think about what's happening to them? About how my body is going to absorb them and turn them into poop?" Her tummy was really moving now, even trembling slightly with every other exhale. Nate felt a slight moistness against his cheek, and he realized that the brunette's skin was beginning to faintly bead with sweat. "Like Annie here...by now she's definitely digesting, right? But even now, I can still feel her moving a little. Do you think she still thinks she has any chance? Or as she given up and accepted it like Amy's shrinky—that she's going to be digested by me. Oh, just picturing her little..."
Becca suddenly stopped, and her breathing slowed a bit. Nate felt incredibly blueballed, but it might've been for the best. He began to become aware of how dangerously close to busting he'd come.
"Um...Nate?" Becca asked, still laying back still on the bed.
"Yeah?" he asked, his face still resting on her slightly sweaty belly.
"I'm sorry, but could you...leave?"
Nate lifted his head, his skin sticking just slightly from the sweat. He looked over to his friend's face, she was looking away from him nervously, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Is something wrong?"
"No, this is great, it's just..." She blushed further, only able to meet his eyes for a moment before looking away again. "God this is so embarrassing...but um, I think I need some alone time. You know what I mean..?"
"Oh." Nate blinked, quickly moving off the bed and rising to his feet. "Yeah, no, okay."
"I'm sorry!" Becca giggled, covering her blushing face with her hands, writhing on the bed slightly in embarrassment. "God, you must think I'm such a freak..."
"Becca, I've known you were a freak for years," he joked as he grabbed his bag, hoping to ease the tension a bit. She giggled back, a good sign. "I'm happy for you though, really. It sounds like you've found something you really enjoy doing."
She smiled and nodded sheepishly at him from the bed. "And you are starting to really spoil me, mister! I still can't believe you were really going to give me two shrinkies!" She paused and gave him a playful look. "Though you did forget the cake again!"
"I promise, next time, there'll be cake," he laughed.
"There better be..." she scolded him. She sighed heavily and gazed up at the ceiling. "Fuck Nate, you really do have to try this, though. It's...well, it's really good."
"I don't know, I'm not sure if it works that way for me," Nate said, considering his next words carefully. "I think I...I just like that you like it."
"I know," Becca replied quickly, the smuggest of smiles spread across her lips. She then collapsed back into the pillows, exhaling impatiently. "Ugh, now go! I need to handle this now while she's still moving..!"
Nate laughed and stepped out the door. "Alright, have fun..."
"Oh, you know I will..." she grinned before rolling over into another fit of bashful giggles.
Nate, ever the gentleman, left and headed down the stairs. Walking away from the one place he truly wanted to be, more than anywhere in the world. But he wasn't leaving totally empty handed, he now possessed a valuable piece of knowledge. He'd confirmed what long he'd hoped for and suspected: that Becca liked it too, the way he did.
As Nate stepped out of Becca's house and onto the sidewalk, he took a moment to appreciate the feeling of the cool night air on his skin. To think that just a little while ago he'd been convinced he was going to spend the rest of his life in a cell. Nate swelled with gratefulness towards his life, to the freedom he enjoyed and the many exciting opportunities that lay ahead of him. Very few were as a lucky as him, in a way.
A naughty smirk spread on his lips as the image of Amy's soft belly, then Becca's smooth pale one entered his mind, his thoughts turning to the two tiny women that were surely still currently stewing inside of them.
No, some were far unluckier indeed.