Worth a Shot by TinyHunter

"Sorry dude, really I've got nothing for ya at the moment," June shrugged, not looking up from her phone as she tapped away at its touchscreen. She was reclined about as far back as her old office chair could allow, her feet resting comfortably in front of her atop the cluttered desk of her backroom office. A lightly smoking joint hung lazily from the woman's lip.

"Yeah, okay..." Nate sighed, finally accepting defeat. This was the second time he'd dropped by "The Spider's" office in hopes of offering his services, and twice he'd been turned away. Not that he was volunteering out of the goodness of his heart. Naturally, he'd expected payment for his services: that in exchange for helping June acquire more "product," he'd be allowed to take home a serving to his friend Becca. A serving in this case being an abducted tiny person.

"I'd help you out of I could, but as you can see, stock is good right now," June nodded without looking towards the shelf where Nate was standing. "I've just got solo targets on the calendar right now, and I can't really give you a cut of that unless we find a way to split one down the middle."

Nate nodded silently, continuing to stare at the five glass jars on the shelf. She wasn't kidding—stock WAS good right now. Staring back at Nate from within the jars were 15 sets of extremely tiny eyes, each seated in the head of a little three inch tall person. There were three to a jar, roughly sorted by sex and age, with those in the leftmost jars looking to be around Nate's age to slightly younger, and those towards the right ranging from late 20s to early 30s. Split fairly evenly among the diverse group was the reactions to Nate's curious observing of them: some cowered in fear, some begged for rescue, others cursed viciously at him. 

He recognized six of them from his and June's previous hospital score, but the rest seemed to be new acquisitions. June really kept busy, didn't she? After subtracting the three swallowed by June, Becca, and Amy, there were still three shrinkies from their heist unaccounted for, presumably sold off sometime over the last couple weeks. Nate tried to recall their faces, fantasizing about who had purchased them and where they currently were now. Inside the rocking bod and eventually the toilet of some lucky hot chick, maybe? 

A guy could dream.

He felt a bit guilty staring at them like this, but not enough to look away. If he couldn't actually take one of the little people home to Becca, he could at least seize the opportunity to imagine it, mentally ranking the shrinkies he'd most like to see take a trip down into Becca's stomach. There was a cute little goth girl cowering at the back of the leftmost jar that for some reason really triggered his imagination.

You're lucky I'm broke, he thought. Becca's insides would give you something to REALLY be emo about...

    Nate's daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of four knocks at the door. Still without looking up, June pressed a small button on a rectangular console sitting on her desk. The metal office door responded with a click, and then swung open.

    In stepped one of the most attractive girls Nate had ever seen. The blonde looked like an Instagram model just stepping off of a photo shoot. Her long, wavy platinum blonde hair shimmered and bounced along with her impressive bosom as she strode into the room, the tops of the jiggling tan orbs poking out from her white tube top that left her toned stomach bare for the world to see until it met with the top of her snug black yoga shorts. Her big blue eyes practically sparkled with confidence as she made her entrance, nearly as brightly as the silver of the large hoop earrings that hung at the sides of her face. It was almost hard for Nate to believe she was real—nobody was actually that perfect, were they?

    "Heya!" she chirped with a friendly wave in June's direction, her glossy pink lips parting to reveal an (at this point unsurprising) perfect white smile. Her enchanting blue eyes flashed in Nate's direction, practically causing him to flinch, and her eyebrows rose on her forehead. "Oh, I'm so sorry! They didn't tell me you were with someone, should I wait outside?"

    "Nah you're good, princess. Nate's a friend, and he was just leaving anyway," June replied, nodding her head back towards Nate.

    "Was I?" Nate stood in place. How could he leave now when an angel had just stepped into the room?

    June swiveled in her chair to look at Nate. She subtly glanced back the blonde beauty, then back at the boy, recognizing his utter infatuation. She raised an eyebrow and shot him the most unimpressed look she could muster. "Whatever."

    The blonde had been making her way to the folding chair in front of June's desk, but instead she smiled thoughtfully at Nate and began heading in his direction. Practically panicking, Nate quickly turned his attention back to the jars of shrinkies in front of him, doing his best to look aloof.

    "June's friend, huh? You're gonna have to teach me how you pulled that off, I still haven't figured out how to convince her to hang out with me." The blonde had pulled up right next to Nate's side, joining him in studying the captive shrinkies. 

    Oh god, she was so close to him. Even from here she smelled so fucking good...Nate began to feel guilty for even being in the same room as such a divine creature.

    "Just can't seem to make it work with my calendar..." June muttered, going back to tapping at her phone. It was clear to Nate from her tone that the blonde's presence had an equal but opposite effect on June. Even with his back turned to her, he could tell the alt chick was practically bristling. Nate began to put two and two together. This must be one of the "spoiled rich kid" customers June was always complaining about.

    "She always says that..." the blonde pouted in a cute voice.

    "Are you really a princess?" Nate asked, the question sounding as idiotic to him as he was sure it did to everyone else in the room as soon as it left his mouth. Jesus Christ, how could anyone think straight while breathing in pheromones as potent as these?

    He could hear June groan and grumble under her breath behind him. "Jesus Nate..."

    "No!" the blonde giggled, turning to flash him a big smile, apparently quite tickled by the unintended compliment. "Though there is royalty on my mom's side, if you go back far enough...I'm Amber, by the way."

    "Nate," Nate replied quickly, still a bit too flustered to meet her gaze.

    "I know...June already said that," she teased, giggling again as Nate got visibly more flustered. Quite amused by her own ribbing, the blonde turned back towards the shelf and rejoined Nate in his browsing. "So what's your type?"

    "What?" Nate turned to her suddenly, caught off-guard by her forwardness.

    "Of shrinky," she nodded towards the little people in the jars. "What kind do you like to eat best?"

    "Oh," Nate relaxed slightly. "Uh, I don't really eat them. I mean, I think shrinky swallowing is cool...hell, I'm a big fan of it. But it's not something I do myself." Nate was surprised at how quickly and honestly the words were leaving his mouth. It was like he was under Amber's spell.

    "Interesting," Amber regarded him thoughtfully. "But that doesn't mean you don't have a type. Like for example, what kind of shrinky would you most like to see me swallow?"

    Nate blinked back at her, like a deer caught in headlights. What an unfair question! Who wouldn’t he like to see her swallow? He'd feed this girl his own sister if she caught the virus! He was already imagining Amber plucking the little goth girl from the jar and dangling her above her throat, giving her a good long look at the perfect mouth that was about to take her in and consume her. God, that tragic little thing would be so lucky to be allowed entry into such a heavenly body...

    "Relax, I'm just messing with you!" She giggled, nudging Nate with her elbow before heading back to June's desk. She sat down in the folding chair and pulled her purse into her lap, unzipping it.

    "Um, so I don't know if this is allowed, but how much would it be if I just bought all of them this time?"

    That got both Nate's and June's attentions quickly. The joint actually dropped from June's lips onto the desk.

    "ALL of them?" June asked, eyes wide.

    "Yeah, you know, 'we'll take the lot!'" Amber chirped, following up her bad Harry Potter impression with a quick giggle. "I'm throwing a big party for my 18th birthday, and I want it to be epic."

    "I mean it's fine, but you'd need fifteen thousand..." June's words trailed off as she watched Amber pull out one of the biggest rolls of 100 dollar bills Nate had ever seen, then another, then another...

    "I thought so," Amber explained. She'd just finished laying out more cash in front of her than Nate had ever seen in his life. "It's too bad you're cash only; I had to withdraw this over a couple weeks so daddy wouldn't get too suspicious."

    June did a quick count of the rolls and shook her head in disbelief. "And they say money can't buy happiness..." she muttered.

    "Well I don't know about that, but it certainly buys a good time," Amber laughed, rising from the chair. She'd pulled out what looked to Nate to be an extremely ornate cigar box from her purse, a transparent glass window with little air holes fixed into its lid. She smiled sweetly at June, holding the box in front of her chest at the ready. "May I?"

    "Go ahead, they're all yours princess," June sighed, storing the small fortune in the desk drawer in front of her.

    Amber bounced over to where Nate stood and opened the box. "I hope you weren't looking to buy any," she said.

    Nate shook his head. "Just looking."

    "Sounds like maybe that's what you like to do best anyway," she teased. Not giving him a chance to respond, she turned her attention back to the frightened shrinkies on the shelf. She beamed at them excitedly. "Hey little guys, you ready to party?" She then winked at them while quickly opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, just long enough to induce a little mass hysteria within the jars. 

    She giggled as they scrambled, shouted, cursed, and pleaded, reaching for the first jar and popping open the lid. She unceremoniously dumped the three frightened little girls inside into her box, then reached for the next one and repeated the process.

    When the last jar was emptied, Amber sealed the lid to her box, giving the glass window a playful tap with her finger while smiling down at the panicking shrinkies within before tucking the whole thing into her purse.

    "You know you're more than welcome to come, June. I know my friends would think you're really cool!" Amber smiled over at the woman with dyed blue hair.

    "Sorry, gotta pass. Maybe you can take Nate instead," she mumbled sarcastically.

    "Oh? Is he cool?" Amber asked, still smiling at June as if Nate wasn't standing right beside her.

    June swiveled in hair to look at Nate, considering how to answer the question. Nate begged her with his eyes, his expression pitiful and desperate. Please! Tell her I'm cool, I need this! I want this more than anything in the world! I'll do anything you ask of me, just name it!

    June subtly shook her head at Nate in disappointment. Boys...

    "Yeah, he's...chill." June finally replied, taking pity on the pathetic creature in front of her. "Having him there might actually spice up your party a bit. He's probably less fake than most of your richy rich friends."

    Amber laughed, seemingly unfazed by the alt woman's comment, and turned to Nate. She pulled out her cellphone and smiled at him. "Well I'll be expecting you then. Let me give you my number and I'll send you the details."

    Nate exchanged information with her as if in a trance. What choice did he have in a way? She hadn't phrased it as a question. Not that he could have possibly turned her down.

    He was still in utter disbelief that this was really happening. Through sheer dumb luck, he'd been granted access to the usually out of reach world of the rich and popular kids. And there were going to be fifteen shrinkies there! He could only imagine what Amber and her friends were going to subject the poor things to, but he felt incredibly blessed that he might get to witness it. Becca was going to lose it when he told her!

    Suddenly reminded of his brunette friend's existence, Nate managed to shake off the alluring spell of the blonde siren just for a moment. "Is it okay if I bring friends?"

    "Sure, just don't blow it up or anything," Amber smiled back at him as she began heading for the door. God, the way her firm buns swayed in her form fitting yoga shorts as she walked...

    "Bye June! And I'll see you there, Nate," Amber winked before slipping out into the hallway and closing the door behind her.

    Did that seriously just happen?

    "Way to play it cool. You're lucky she didn't slip and fall with how much you were drooling all over my floor," June sneered at Nate. "What is it about preps like that that causes idiot boys to line up for the chance to kiss their ass?"

    "I'd get in that line multiple times," Nate smiled, still gazing longingly at the door.

    "Yeah, because you're pathetic." June turned away from him to recount the money Amber had given her, laying out the bills in fat stacks on the desk. "God she makes me want to hurl, but she's probably my best customer..."

    "So she's in here a lot? How many shrinkies do you think she's...had?" Nate's imagination began to rev up the fantasies in preparation.

    "I'm not really keeping track, but she's gotta be going for my record at this point," June shrugged. She then glanced over at Nate's distant expression, then down at his crotch. "Dude, if you cum in my office, I'll actually kill you."

    Nate blushed and shifted a bit where he stood. Maybe it was time to leave so he could think about this in private. "Well, thanks for hooking me up back there. Seriously, I owe you one...I'll see ya."

    "Don't thank me yet, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kid," she called after him as he headed for the door. She looked down at the stacks of cash piled in front of her and sighed. "People like that, with money like that...to them, we're all shrinkies..."

    Nate knocked on the front door of Becca's house and waited. It was the night of Amber's party, and him, Becca, and Amy were going to share a ride over to the rich blonde's house in the Dampton hills. Nate had already called the Uber, and he hoped the girls didn't take too long—he knew how girls could be preparing for a night out.

    But when they finally emerged, Nate blinked in awe and had to admit that their efforts may have been worth the wait.

    "Look at him, he's practically drooling, I told you we were going to look hot, Ames," Becca teased, striding past Nate onto the front walk while posing with exaggerated elegance. Looking at her, freshly showered with extensively applied makeup, you'd be forgiven for mistaking the brunette for an entirely different person than the laid back tomboyish girl that spent afternoons lounging in Nate's room. Her usual long hair was done up in an elegant top bun, with just a few wild bangs allowed to hang freely at the sides of her face. Most striking of all was the violet sequin mini dress that clung snugly to her slender body, held up by thin spaghetti straps that hung onto her otherwise exposed pale shoulders.

    Amy blushed just slightly as she followed Becca out, clutching her purse in front of her anxiously. If Nate hadn't already known the short blonde didn't make a habit of partying and dressing up, it would have been obvious from her body language. Still, Becca had worked her magic, and Amy was definitely looking good. For once her blonde hair wasn't tied up neatly, instead meticulously straightened and allowed to hang down and back, tucked behind her ears. A black, cross wrap halter top kept her usual striking pair of tits snugly contained, revealing just the tiniest hint of tan tummy before reaching the tight fitting white jeans that hugged her thick thighs lovingly.

    "I'm still kind of surprised you decided to come," Nate said to Amy, doing his best to keep his eyes from drifting down from her face to her boobs.

    "Are you kidding? This little carnivore practically begged me to come once she heard there were going to be shrinkies there!" Becca teased. Before her friend could defend herself, Becca was already clutching the blonde teen's belly from behind and giving it a playful jiggle.

    "Would you stop!" Amy protested, pushing her giggling friend off and blushing harder. "For the record, I'm going so you two don't do anything stupid. You've both shown exceptionally poor judgment lately and I'm sure alcohol isn't going to help with that."

    "Alcohol! Amy, my word! These are private school kids we're going to be associating with! Our betters!" Becca teased with a posh British accent, one pinky raised elegantly in the air as she carried on. "I'm sure we will only be engaging in sophisticated pursuits, such as polo! Or perhaps a fox hunt!"

    "Please don't be weird once we get there," Nate groaned, "I just met Amber and it would be cool if we could make a good impression."

    "Oh? Why's that?" Amy inquired with a smug smirk. "Do you like her, Nate?"

    Before Nate could stammer out a denial, Becca interrupted. "He barely knows her, Ames!"

    Nate was a bit surprised by the brunette's quick interjection. For someone who teased so much herself, it was odd to see her shoot down a good ribbing, especially one that wasn't at her expense.

    "I was only teasing..." Amy apologized meekly, clearly equally taken aback by Becca's response.

    Becca blushed slightly, suddenly aware of how sensitive she'd come across. "Sorry, that was judgmental of me...don't mind me Nate, feel free to go ahead and marry her and attach a bunch of ex-slave owners to your family tree..." she grumbled, looking away.

    "Nobody's getting married tonight," Nate sighed, as he watched the Uber finally approach from around the corner. What a curious reaction from Becca. Was she...jealous?

    The drive took the three teens up into the winding streets of the Dampton hills. The higher the car climbed, the bigger houses they passed seemed to grow. Finally after nearly reaching the top of the hill, the car came to a stop outside a particularly impressive mansion, towering palm trees visible behind the thick hedge and fence that obscured the rest of the front yard. Even from where they were parked, the muffled sound of party music could be heard from somewhere ahead.

    "Jesus, what is she, royalty?" Becca gasped as they stepped out of the car.

    "Uh, I mean technically she might actually..." Nate mumbled, recalling what Amber had told him about her mother's ancestry. He decided not to elaborate further when he saw Becca looking back at him with worry.

    They approached the main gate, and Nate entered the key code Amber had sent him. A moment later there was a buzz and a click, and the tall wrought iron barrier slowly began to swing open, revealing a sprawling front drive and garden with a sputtering fountain statue in the middle.

    "Fuck this, we're going to hunted for sport once we step in there, I can just tell," Becca whispered as they made their way across the grounds. She huddled to Amy's side with exaggerated terror. The blonde rolled her eyes.

    Nate ignored them both, and eventually they ascended a set of white marble steps to the entry of a grand and ornate wooden door. The muffled party music roared from just beyond this final barrier.

    He knocked, clutching the bottle of rum June had given him to bring as a gift in his free hand. He was thankful for the hookup, but he began to wonder if maybe the rich kids inside would look down upon the brand or something.

    A moment later the door opened, releasing the cork from the wooden sound barrier, and along with the blaring noise popped out Amber's pretty face.

    "Nate!" she exclaimed cheerfully, rushing forward hugging him tightly.

    "H-hey, Amber," Nate managed, savoring the feeling of the blonde's royal rack pressing against his chest. He'd only caught a glimpse of her before she was upon him, but what a glimpse it had been! Like Becca she wore a sequin mini dress, but Amber's was a dazzling deep ruby red, v-necked in the front to better show off her cleavage. And well, as stunned as Nate had been by Becca, objectively Amber wore it better. With her more prominent curves, Amber filled out the tight little thing perfectly, but leaving only just enough to the imagination to keep any red-blooded male in her vicinity burning with the urge to rip it from her body.

    "Oh, you brought friends!" Amber laughed looking over Nate's shoulder at the two girls, still not releasing him from the hug. 

    "Hi, I'm Amy," the shorter blond waved quietly.

    "Becca..." the brunette introduced herself. Nate turned his head just far enough back to catch a glimpse of her strained smile. "...happy birthday..!"

    "Thanks!" Amber giggled, finally releasing Nate from against her body. If she detected any discomfort from the brunette, she didn't show it. 

    As she stepped back, Nate began to realize the blonde's bubbly mood wasn't just brought on by her excitement to see him. Though far from sloppy drunk, the girl was clearly still pretty buzzed. For a second there he had really been detecting a vibe, but now he began to wonder if he'd been reading too much into it. Brushing off the little blow to his ego, Nate shuffled in place a bit and held out the bottle of rum. "Here..."

    "Oh! For me?" Amber grinned, snatching the bottle from Nate's grasp. "Perfect, I'll put it with the others! C'mon!"

    She ushered them inside, oblivious to the awe the three teens from far lower tax brackets were experiencing behind her as they gazed up at the impossibly high ceilings of the grand entry. She led them down the hall past a few displayed pieces of modern art and into the epicenter of the music. The sprawling floor plan of the main living room was easily bigger than Nate's entire backyard. All about the room were lounging and laughing teens clutching red solo cups. The far wall of the room was nearly all transparent glass, naturally showing off the enormous infinity pool that hung invitingly over the edge of the extensive concrete deck. Nate didn't even have to think about it; it was easily the nicest home he'd ever been inside of in his life.

    Amber continued to the right side of the room, placing the gift rum atop a small mini bar next to virtual treasure hoard of various bottles of booze and liquor. Nate suddenly felt silly for bringing it, but for different reasons than he'd feared. They hardly seemed in danger of running out...

    "Okay, go ahead and make yourselves at home, help yourself to whatever you want," Amber explained, gesturing about the room. "Feel free to explore upstairs, but try to stay out of the rooms...we're kind of keeping those closed off in case any drunken lovebirds get too carried away..." She winked at Nate suggestively then giggled as she hurried towards the stairs. "I'll be right back! I just need to get something ready for later..."

    Nate watched the blonde's sparkling red buns bounce as she hurried up the stairs in her heels. Was he reading too much into it, or was she inviting him to follow her? It was hard to tell what was suggestive and what was just a drunk girl having fun. 

    Oh well, he supposed. There was no way he could follow without invoking Becca and Amy's judgment anyway.

    "So she has like, every STD, right?" Becca muttered dryly as soon as Amber was out of earshot. 

    "Be nice..." Nate reminded her.

    "She's gorgeous..." Amy whispered, watching the taller blonde disappear from view in awe, causing her friend's frown to only deepen. "I mean I would've guessed she was pretty, but wow..."

    "Ugh! And now she's turned Amy lesbo!" Becca groaned. "I need a drink..."

    "That's the spirit," Nate tried to encourage her, guiding the two girls towards the bar. He pulled three red cups from the stack, relieved that at least some things were common between parties regardless of income bracket, and set them down on the counter. "Here, let mix master Nate wash your troubles away, what will you two lovely ladies be having?" He gestured to the cups with some flourish.

    "Dork," Becca tried to dismiss him, but she couldn't hide her amused smile. There we go...

    "I'll let you make me a drink, but only if I don't have to call you mix master," Amy added, though she too couldn't stop the little smile from forming on her lips.

    "No deal," Nate grinned. "Now c'mon, orders..?"

    "Why do we hang out with him?" Becca asked Amy.

    "He's your friend," Amy giggled back.

    "Ladies..."

    "Oh alright, 'mix master,' just make me something fruity with vodka," Becca commanded.

    "Coming right up..!" Nate declared, getting a shot glass ready and fingering through the various bottles. 

    While searching for ingredients, Nate's eyes scanned the crowd of party goers about the room. He didn't recognize any faces, and he assumed pretty much everyone here besides the three of them went to Saint Abigail's with Amber. 

    "And for you, miss..?" Nate inquired as he finished up Becca's drink, preparing to pour in a last shot of vodka.

    "Um, just make me the same, I guess," Amy replied. She was eyeing the shot glass nervously as Nate tipped it into the red cup. "But less alcohol in mine!"

    "Boooo..." Becca teased as she received her drink from Nate.

    "If that's what the lady wants..." Nate replied, beginning to prepare the same for Amy.

    "You know I don't drink, Becca..." Amy whispered as she watched Nate work. "Someone among us has to be responsible..."

    "C'mon, Ames, loosen up! You might actually have fun..."

    "I'm sorry if I don't find the idea of losing control and doing something I regret 'fun'..." Amy muttered.

    Nate finished up her drink, obediently only adding a half shot per Amy's request, then quickly poured together something simpler for himself. Handing one off to Amy, Nate raised his own cup in the air.

    "Cheers," he said. "And prepare to be amazed..."

    The girls smiled and tapped their red plastic against his, and all three brought the cups to their lips. Both girls' faces contorted as if in pain as the first sips of the drinks traveled down their throats.

    "Oh, mix master, they're so good..." Becca teased in a sultry but mocking voice while Amy nearly gagged nearby.

    "Mix master, more like mix murderer!" Amy coughed, still grimacing from the taste.

    Nate rolled his eyes and ignored them, taking another sip from his own drink. Okay, so it wasn't good, but it wasn't THAT bad...

    "Hey, sorry but...how do I not know you?"

    All three turned to meet the unfamiliar voice. Standing behind Becca and Amy was a tall boy with broad shoulders, his musclebound arms bare and exposed at the sides of his white tank top. The top of his head was buzzed efficiently short, and his face bottomed out into a strong jaw which was currently supporting his cocky but friendly smile.

    "Uh, because you've never seen us before?" Becca said, taking another sip of her drink and watching the boy warily. Was this guy going to hit on her? Was it Nate's turn to get jealous? Did he even have any right to when he was kind of sort of pursuing Amber?

    "Sorry, that didn't come off as cool as I thought it would...I'm Brad," he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his buzzed head. "But actually...I was talking to your friend." He smiled and nodded at Amy.

    "Me..?" Amy asked quietly in disbelief, clutching her plastic cup with both hands.

    "Yeah, I guess what I meant to say was, I looked across the room and saw this beautiful girl, and I thought, how is it possible I don't know her name?" he explained, keeping eye contact with the blonde. "So now that I worked up the courage to come over here and embarrass myself...do I get to find out?"

    "Smooth..." Becca whispered under her breath giving a sly glance to Nate. She then whipped back around and grabbed Amy by the shoulders, nudging the petrified girl a bit closer to Brad. "Well I'm Becca, and this is Nate, but to answer the question you really care about...this is Amy."

    "Me?" Amy repeated again quietly, still staring up at the tall jock.

    "She's just kind of shy because she doesn't know anyone here," Becca explained. 

    "I could show you around, Amy, y'know, if you'd like that...?" he offered, extending a hand.

    Before Amy could whisper "me?" again, Becca practically forced her hand into Brad's and bumped her forward again. "She'd love that. Amy, me and Nate are gonna hang back and explore a bit, but we'll catch up, okay?"

    Amy nodded silently, still staring into Brad's eyes. Brad grinned and began tugging her along towards the glass doorway to the pool deck. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to my friends from the lacrosse team, they're jerks, but you'll like them..."

    Nate and Becca could barely make out one last trailing "me?" as Amy was guided away. They were a funny pair to watch, Brad easily had a foot on her in height.

    "Be nice to her Brad! I'm watching you!" Becca called after them with a little laugh. She turned back to Nate with a big grin, quite pleased with herself. "And that's called being a good friend. You know she's never had a boyfriend? Someone has to get that chick laid..."

    Nate laughed and shook his head in disbelief. Becca was too much sometimes. "So...you really want to explore?"

    She nodded eagerly, taking another sip of her drink. "Yeah, I'm ready to embark on my rich kid safari."

    "Where to first?"

    "Hmmmm..." Becca's eyes scanned the room. "Let's go upstairs, I'm not drunk enough to walk among the natives yet."

    Nate could relate. Together they walked along the edge of the room and up the winding stairway Amber had ascended minutes before. Once on the second floor, Nate began to get a real appreciation for how huge Amber's house truly was. It was like a maze!

    "This is where the real 'Get Out' shit happens, I'm telling you," Becca giggled.

    It didn't help that the lights were off upstairs, and Nate and Becca whispered excitedly as they rounded the corners of the shadowy corridors. 

    Eventually they made their way to a large doorway that was slightly ajar. Becca smirked at Nate slyly as she nudged against it and allowed herself to slip into the dark room.

    Nate paused, now alone in the dark hallway. Was he supposed to follow her? Was she just being her usual mischievous self, or was she intentionally calling back to what Amber had said about drunk lovebirds? Was she...making a move? And more importantly, was he blowing it?

    Before he could fret over it any longer, Becca's excited voice called out from inside. "Nate! Get in here!"

    Nate obeyed, stepping into what appeared to be some kind of grand master bedroom with one of the biggest beds he'd ever seen facing one of the of the biggest television screens he'd ever seen on the opposite wall. But it wasn't the furnishing or even the room itself that Becca was trying to call his attention to, but the glass door she was standing in, looking out to the balcony beyond it.

    He crept over to where she stood, but once he reached her she grinned and hurried out into the night air, only stopping once she'd reached the balcony's railing, leaning forward over it and looking out at the horizon. "Just look at this..!"

    Nate followed and joined her in leaning against the guard rail. It truly was a spectacular view of their city...maybe the best Nate had ever seen. 

    "Maybe there's something to this being rich thing," Becca wondered, not taking her eyes off the view. "I think I can see our houses from here..."

    "Pretty cool," Nate agreed. They stared out at Dampton and the night sky above it for a couple minutes in silence, the only noise between them the ambient sounds of the party below and the occasional slurps the two teens took from their drinks.

    "Uuurp..." Becca lazily belched out towards her hometown, successfully desecrating the quiet serenity that had barely settled in.

    "Nice one..." Nate chuckled, shaking his head.

    "Thanks," Becca replied sweetly, basking in the air of the warm summer night. "God, I could just stay up here for hours...something about this view just makes all your troubles and worries melt away, y'know?"

    There was something so graceful about her just existing there, framed against the night sky, despite her crude expulsion of gas. Sure, she wasn't as voluptuous as Amber—few were—but there was something lovely still about the soft, subtle curves of her slender body, all too visible to him tightly wrapped in her violet mini dress.

    Part of him wanted to stroke her hair gently, bringing her face towards his for a tender kiss. Of course the other part of him wanted to bend her further over the balcony railing and go to town on her from behind until the entire party below could hear...but that was the paradox that came with feelings for a lovely girl.

    Then there was the far darker urge. The desire to see that slender body affirm its supremacy over the tiny bodies of its lessers...to see it take in those unfortunate souls and repurpose them as simple nutrients, as Nate had now seen it do twice before. Her body, so graceful and lovely here in the moonlight...it was such an unjust crime that it currently lacked a little shrunken morsel to keep its insides full and content.

Oh yeah...weren't there supposed to be shrinkies here? Nate was suddenly reminded of Amber's box full of the little things. He began to wonder if perhaps it was downstairs now, and they were missing it. There was no way he was going to let that happen.

"C'mon, let's go back downstairs, I need a refill anyway," Nate suggested, rattling the ice in his mostly empty cup.

Becca nodded, taking one last big gulp of her own drink before finally tearing her eyes away from the view. 

"Growing on you?" Nate nodded to her now drained cup.

"Yeah, like stockholm syndrome," she teased, pushing past him back into the dark room.

Being on the move again alerted Nate to how much the alcohol had already seeped into his system. There was a giddy kind of excitement that pulsed through his body as they hurried down the dark halls, everything was just a little bit more fun. He looked down at Becca's cute little sparkling butt as it wiggled forward before him through the shadows. He quickly became obsessed with the realization that despite all the years her little tush had spent around him and in his room, he wasn't sure he'd ever actually touched it before. That didn't really seem fair...suddenly he wondered what she'd do if he decided to slap her ass right now.

Probably slap him across the face, he thought.

"Fuck, are you as drunk as I am?" Nate asked as he followed behind, his eyes still fixed on his friend's behind.

"A little," Becca giggled, flashing him a naughty little smile as she glanced back.

When they finally stepped back into the light and descended the last flight of stairs, the two teens noticed a crowd had gathered towards the center of the living room, with Amber standing in the middle. She was holding the ornate box full of shrinkies in front of her, seemingly waiting for the guests around her to settle down.

Oh shit, they'd almost missed it!

Nate silently pointed out the box to Becca, and once she realized what it was she gasped and hurried Nate towards the edge of the crowd.

"...First of all, thank you everyone for coming," Amber announced, tilting her head to the side cutely with a big smile. "Now, some of you might have heard I brought some party favors..." she grinned and held the box up by her head, shaking it just a little. Nate could just barely hear a few panicked squeaks over the music from where he stood.

"Sadly, there's not enough for everybody," Amber apologized, rousing a few disappointed groans from the crowd. "Buuuut, I have a system worked out that I think is more than fair. Because I only turn 18 once, I want this party to be legendary! So listen up: I'll be going around with my little box here," she tilted it from side to side as she strode in place for a few bouncy steps. "Just think of me as the party fairy, and I'll be on the lookout for anyone who's making this a night to remember...the real party animals! If you can earn it, you might just get a little treat..." She lifted the glass lid and tilted the box so the crowd could get a better look inside, rotating around so everyone could get a peek. "Make sense?"

There were excited laughs and cheers from the gathered guests as several teens lifted their drinks up in approval. Amber belted out a little drunken laugh, then began digging her hand excitedly into the box. "But seeing as how I'm the birthday girl, why don't I get us started..." The crowd cheered her on as she fingered through the scrambling shrinkies before she finally managed to pinch a little woman around the waist. She lifted the screaming, squirming shrinky up beside her face, taking just a moment to study her before turning back to her excited audience. "I'd like to dedicate this swallow to our dear friend and classmate, Alice Grayson, who couldn't be with us here tonight. May she find peace in whatever stomach or sewer she's currently residing in, because at least we'll be sending many more to join her!"

The crowd jeered and laughed at her dark joke, and Amber shrugged innocently as she giggled along with them. She then lifted the tiny woman high above her head and grinned up at her for a moment, before opening her mouth wide...

Charlotte screamed as she stared down into the dark abyss at the back of the pink cavern waiting below. No-no-no-no-no!!

The twenty six year old brunette kicked and squirmed in the giant's grip as the cruel chorus of the crowd around them wooped and cheered for her demise. This had to be a nightmare...there was no way something so terrible was really happening, right?

Before the shrinking virus, Charlotte had been a librarian by trade. With her beady brown eyes surrounded by the wide frames of her glasses and her brown hair tied back in a neat bun, the pale and lanky young woman still looked the part even so far removed from her element. And out of her element she truly was. Naturally, Charlotte had always preferred the company of a good book to other people, and her long past high school days had been mostly made up of lonely nights in her room or in the library reading about lives and stories far more exciting than her own.

She'd been happy with it, and she never felt she'd missed out on much by avoiding the parties and late night socialization of her peers. It was silly, immature stuff, and she was happy to leave it all behind when she eventually moved on into the world of adult professionals.

But she hadn't escaped, had she? Here she was, dragged literally kicking and screaming into the world she'd never wanted to know. As her frightened eyes darted about madly, it was far to easy to imagine those faces in the jeering crowd or the blonde giant waiting below with those of her old classmates. Apparently she was destined to spend some time with with the popular kids after all, though far more intimately than she ever could've imagined...

"Please, don't!" she begged to eager open maw waiting to receive her below.

How many books had she read where a character was eaten alive by a monster..? Charlotte had never paid it much mind then. It was such a fantastical, unrealistic situation that she never felt too sorry those characters. Those were exciting moments in the stories, actually.

That had all changed with the shrinking virus of course, but even then Charlotte had hardly imagined that someday she'd be swallowed by drunk teenage party girl. That world was just too separate from her own.

Well, it wasn't for much longer.

Charlotte shrieked as she felt the grip on her waist release, finding herself plummeting rapidly through the air towards the blonde's mouth. She shut her eyes tight—she didn't want to see anymore. A moment later she collided with something wet, and a humid heat washed over her, its alcoholic odor stinging Charlotte's nostrils. Unable to resist the instinct, Charlotte peeked her eyes open, only to find that the frames of her glasses were already heavily fogged with condensation. All she could see was a round window of light ahead of her that quickly shrunk into nothing, leaving her in the warm dark.

"No, no!" Charlotte whined just before the slimy floor beneath her forced her upwards and pressed her to the roof of the humid cavern. Totally awash with thick saliva, Charlotte sputtered and protested in vain as she was tasted. She felt her glasses slip from her face, lost somewhere forever in the maw of this monster.

Charlotte fought and shrieked with renewed vigor as she felt herself being forced backwards. No! This wasn't supposed to happen! Eaten by a giant...that was a fate reserved for characters in an exciting fantasy novel—not her! These events belonged safely in the page, not in her quiet little life. 

The tiny woman wept and scrambled desperately in vain as the giant's tongue pushed her back into the entrance of her throat. She'd never wanted an adventure. She'd never wanted to attend a party. But she was getting both, because what Charlotte wanted didn't matter tonight.

Tonight was about the birthday girl.

The tiny brunette's screams were cut short as a mighty gulp suddenly propelled her downward, deep into the giant's body...

Nate watched as Amber closed her eyes and gulped, a small bulge traveling down her elegant throat then vanishing, taking the tiny woman with it. When her blue eyes opened a moment later, the excited crowd was already cheering with approval. She grinned and giggled somewhat bashfully, before throwing her arms up into the air victoriously with a quick "woo!", further exciting her audience.

"Welcome to the party, bitch!" Amber shouted, giving her stomach a firm slap. She then broke into another laughing fit, though Nate could only guess if it was instigated by the blonde's inebriation or the tickles of the swallowed woman inside her.

Riding the high, Amber cackled as she quickly snatched another shrinky from out of the box and held it high above her head, preparing to toss it into the crowd. Several of Amber's girl friends squealed in excitement as they pushed past Nate and Becca to get a close to where the blonde was aiming as they could. 

"Yeah!" Amber laughed as she lobbed the tiny boy into the excited mob. Nate could barely hear the squeak of the little guy's scream over eager gasps and giggles of the clustering giants. Several hands shot into the air to catch him, but in the chaos they crashed and collided, and the poor little dude squeaked as he was accidentally swatted to the side, flying closer to where Nate and Becca stood. 

Splash!

Nate, Becca, and everyone else nearby turned towards a thin dark skinned girl with short curly hair who was blinking down into her red solo cup in surprise. A moment later a little gasp and frantic splashing noises began to echo out from the red plastic. The girl stared down with her big brown eyes at the shrinky struggling to tread water in her drink for another moment, then shrugged and closed her eyes, bringing the cup to her lips. The crowd cheered again as she proceeded to chug the contents of the cup, before finally gasping, revealing the now empty cup to her gathered fans with a bashful grin.

"Alright, no more freebies! Let's partyyy!!" Amber shouted, and as if on cue someone turned up the music, causing the gathered teens to cheer and break into dance.

"Jesus," Nate muttered, watching the cute dark-skinned girl laugh and chat bashfully with two of her friends, letting them take turns poking curiously at her midsection while they asked questions. With how much he'd had to sneak, plan, and stress to acquire the shrinkies he'd gathered for Becca in the past, it was surreal to see them flaunted so freely and carelessly in the open like this. These kids truly lived in a different world.

"Do you know how many are left?" Becca asked, her eyes anxiously following the box held in the dancing blonde's grip. 

"Should be thirteen," Nate said. "What are you going to do to earn one?"

"Excuse me?" Becca turned to him with an eyebrow raised.

Nate shrugged. "She said she's only giving them to 'real party animals'...you're not just going to get one for nothing."

"Ugh..." Becca turned her attention back to the box, her lip twisting distastefully. Amber was already on the move again, a few of her friends calling her over to do a birthday shot. "I hate the idea of performing for her like some kind of trained seal..."

"It doesn't have to be forced, you could just think of it like having a good time."

"Oh? And did you have something in mind?" Becca eyed him skeptically.

"No," Nate replied quickly, taking a sip from the melted ice at the bottom of his cup. He actually did have a couple of ideas, but maybe he'd wait until she'd had a bit more to drink before suggesting them...

"Uh-huh...why don't you make us some more drinks and I'll think of something..."

Nate did as he was told, and once they had their drinks in hand, the two teens began following Amber around the party as inconspicuously as possible, searching for an opening.

As they watched her occasionally reward her guests with shrunken treats, Nate observed that there didn't seem to be a strict criteria for earning one. For example, the next lucky guest was a pretty Asian girl who had her head leaned back over the back of her chair while a couple boys poured drinks down into her open mouth. When Amber spotted them, she hurried over and dangled a tiny blonde guy over the girl's open mouth, and once she got the nod of approval she dropped him in, waving goodbye as he was chugged down along with the rest of the boys' drinks. The girl's skills were pretty impressive, and Nate thought she set a high bar for Becca to follow.

But then just a little later at another corner of the room, Nate watched as some of Amber's friends rushed over to her with another round of birthday shots, and in thanks the birthday girl dropped a little brunette into her friend's shot, and the little thing was gulped down moments later before she'd even gotten a chance to scream. The lucky freckled brunette with long curly hair giggled madly as she hugged Amber in thanks, then began to shake her belly back and forth to torment her stomach's new guest once Amber moved on. 

She'd barely had to do anything...it seemed Amber wasn't above playing favorites. Nate began to get nervous. Amber didn't know Becca at all, and Nate began to worry if his friend wouldn't be willing to go to the necessary lengths to get noticed by the birthday girl. 

Still, Nate wasn't too torn up about it. Even if Becca never got to swallow a tiny tonight, he was getting treated to an absolute marathon of cuties swallowing unlucky little people. It was incredible to think that around him in the party there were already nearly half a dozen shrinkies dispersed among the stomachs of the guests, completely undetectable except to the lucky teens who could feel their struggles.

And then of course there was Amber herself. While Becca might have been watching Amber with frustration, Nate drank in the view of her and savored every sip. The way her wide hips swayed beneath the tight sparkling fabric as she danced and flitted about the party, the way the exposed tops of her tan boobs jiggled as she laughed, the absolutely carefree smile between her luscious lips...all while there was a tiny woman surely fighting for her life inside her stomach. Every time the blonde took a birthday shot, Nate's mind raced to imagine the liquid pouring down her throat before splashing down over the panicking shrinky inside.

At a glance, one might assume Amber had already forgotten all about the little brunette in her belly, but Nate was watching close enough to know better. After every shot, she'd make sure to give her stomach a quick pat, and while she lazily smiled and nodded her head along while her friends drunkenly chatted to her, Nate would catch Amber occasionally poking and prodding at her midsection while she subtly swayed her hips. The birthday girl was certainly indulging in many pleasures, but she was still making time to savor her little treat.

"What if you poured me a whole flight of shots or something...and we try and get her to put a shrinky in the last one?" Becca asked as they discretely followed Amber out onto the pool deck.

"That might work," Nate shrugged. "But are you going to be able to do that many shots back to back? You might end up throwing the shrinky up."

"Yeah..." Becca muttered ruefully.

They watched from a distance as Amber made her way to the pool's edge. Splashing in the water were two boys with beautiful girls sitting on their shoulders. They were laughing as each girl tried to push the other from their mount, drawing a small crowd of drunken onlookers, half cheering for one team or the other.

Finally the gorgeous redhead on one end managed to push her opponent off balance and under the water. She raised her fists up and cheered in victory, eliciting shouts of congratulations for the poolside peanut gallery. To thank her loyal fans, the redhead grinned giddily and pulled up her bikini top, flashing the crowd with her impressive boobs as they bounced freely on her chest. Nice!

"Hell yeah, Alison!" Amber cheered, fishing out a shrinky from her box and holding it up for the redhead to see. Alison's eyes lit up as she spotted her reward, clapping her hands in front of her still exposed breasts in anticipation. Amber tossed the tiny blonde girl in her hand towards the redhead, who quickly parted her lips to try and catch her in her mouth. But their combined aim was a little off, and the tiny girl shrieked as she collided with the giant's cheek before bouncing off and splashing down into the pool.

"Nick! Let me down!" Alison wiggled excitedly as she tried to scramble from the boy's shoulders, her eyes fixed on where the little blonde girl had submerged. A moment later the shrinky gasped to the surface and began swimming frantically in any direction she could. Nate could only imagine how difficult it must have been for her...the surface of the pool was rippling from the teens' play, which to the tiny girl was like being caught in the middle of a hurricane. Still she kicked and paddled valiantly, oblivious to the topless redhead giant that watched her smugly from behind, slowly submerging beneath the surface as she casually swum up behind her, like a shark advancing on its prey. A moment later and Alison was entirely under water, and Nate watched in awe as she patiently swam beneath the shrinky on the surface. She then rose up suddenly, and the little blonde only had a moment to shriek as the redhead's open lips surfaced just beneath her, taking her in with a mouthful of pool water. Alison rose up and threw her wet, red hair back, like some kind of topless little mermaid, and swallowed.

Nate gasped as he realized he'd stopped breathing. This was the best fucking party ever...

"...Assholes!" Alison laughed as she snapped out of her bliss just in time to see the two boys taking her bikini top and running from the pool with it. She clutched her chest and giggled drunkenly as she chased after them.

"...You could try that," Nate nodded at the pursuing redhead, taking a casual sip from his drink so he didn't look too eager.

"Yeah, or I could punch you in the dick," Becca threatened with an unimpressed look. Worth a shot...

"Nate! There you are! Where have you been?"

Both teens turned to see Amber hurrying over to them, the box still in her hands.

"Uh, around," Nate replied quickly. Around you. Following you...

"Oh my god, did you see that shit? Fucking epic!" Amber giggled.

"It's a great party..." Becca reluctantly admitted. Perhaps in her inebriation, Becca was making her fixation on Amber's box a bit too obvious. Before Nate could attempt to warn her, he watched Amber's blue eyes follow the brunette's gaze. A mischievous smile formed on Amber's lips. Uh oh.

"Oh, did you want one of these?" Amber asked sweetly, snapping Becca out of her stupor.

"Me? Um..." Becca stammered, embarrassed to have gotten caught.

"You can have one of course, but you've gotta earn it," Amber teased, wigging the box in front of her face. "I can give you some suggestions if you don't have any ideas..."

"No, really, you don't have to-"

"Oh, you know what would be really fun? If we drove the boys out here crazy..." Amber's grin was really spreading now.

"What do you mean?" Becca asked cautiously.

"C'mon Becky, don't play dumb," the blonde giggled, getting the brunette's name wrong. "I'm hot, and you...you're cute in a girl-next-door kinda way. Together we're like the perfect combo; chocolate and vanilla! Right Nate?" She smiled and blinked over at the boy.

"Guh..." At Nate's level of inebriation and arousal, it was all he could manage.

"So what do you say?" Amber turned her attention back to Becca, inching closer. "Do you wanna do a shot off my navel? Or you could chug a beer from my cleavage as someone pours it on my boobs..." she pushed her breasts together and giggled. "Or we can keep it classic and just make out a little, that's always a crowd pleaser..."

Nate was going to pop a blood vessel. Do it! Do any of those things! Do all of those things!

"Uh..." Becca stammered taking a step back. Unfortunately for Nate, she seemed very uncomfortable with all of the above.

The brunette was spared as Amber's curly haired friend called out to her from inside the house. "Amber! We're gonna play cards!"

Amber gasped and clapped her hands excitedly, seemingly forgetting all about her various propositions to Becca. She almost ran off and left them there, but at the last second she whipped back around. "Nate! You have to play! It's super fun!"

Nate didn't even have a chance to reply as the blonde grabbed him by the hand and began dragging him along. He glanced back to make sure Becca was following, and confirmed she was. But there was a pretty obvious frown on her face.

Nate blinked down at the scattered face down cards in front of him, hoping the rules of the game weren't too complicated for his current level of inebriation. Him, Becca, Amber, and four of Amber's other friends were all gathered on couches and chairs around a glass coffee table in the main room of the party. He glanced over at Becca. She was sitting next to him on the couch, having a similar reaction to the mysterious cards. But her eyes would occasionally flick up to watch Amber, who was sitting on an opposite couch next to her curly haired friend.

He still wasn't sure what to make of Becca's behavior that night. On the one hand, it made sense for her to be a bit wary of Amber after how forward she'd been out by the pool, but it hadn't just been that. Even just a minute ago when Amber had dragged him in to play the game, Becca had hurried to snag the open spot next to Nate while Amber was distracted talking to her friends. It wasn't that strange to not want to sit by a stranger, he supposed, but the way she'd nearly landed on him as she'd wedged herself in, and the look she'd given Amber after felt...territorial. Amber herself had looked a little put out for just a moment, but if it really bothered her she did an expert job of brushing it off, currently looking completely unfazed as she explained the rules to the game.

"...So everyone will take a turn drawing a card, and then they have to do what the card says for the rest of the game. Every time you don't remember to follow your card's rule, you drink!" Amber suddenly looked like she remembered something, and grabbed a few extra cards and some pens. She kept one herself, but gave a card and pen each to Nate and Becca. "Here, you guys should at least make one rule too...it's more fun that way."

Nate twiddled the pen in his hand and stared down at the blank card. Fuck. He had absolutely no ideas. What kind of rules were you supposed to do?

He glanced up. Double fuck! Amber and Becca were both already writing something down, he was the only one that was bad at this!

Nate tapped the pen to his lips as he glanced around the circle, searching for inspiration. Besides the two girls he was acquainted with, the other four teens were basically strangers. There was Amber's friend with the freckles and curly hair...he was pretty sure he'd heard Amber call her "Betty" earlier. Next in the circle were two guys who both seemed pretty drunk and preoccupied with banter about their latest beer pong match. Last was the pretty Asian girl Nate had watched chug a little shrinky earlier; he thought maybe she looked Japanese. She was looking down at her phone drunkenly, tapping away. 

Taking advantage of her distraction, Nate glanced down at the bit of midriff that was poking out from beneath her yellow top. That little blonde guy she'd swallowed earlier, he'd looked to be about Nate's age. It was weird to think what different experiences Nate and the little guy were having at the party, despite otherwise being so similar. Nate was just sitting here, drinking and playing a game...when a guy just like him was churning about inside a belly full of booze and who knows what else just feet away.

Life was funny...

Nate's gaze drifted to Amber's box, sitting in front of her on the coffee table. That's right...almost all the shrinkies were in attendance for the game. There was the little woman trapped inside Amber's gut, and just inches from her was the little brunette girl inside Betty's stomach. There was something so captivating about the thought. All three of the poor shrinkies were surely gripping with the most horrific and terrifying experiences of their lives, all while Nate and the other teens were just sitting around relaxing...

Fuck it.

Nate brought the pen down to the card and quickly scribbled "swallow a shrinky." Not particularly inspired, but who was he kidding? He knew what he was here to see.

"Alright!" Amber declared as Nate placed his card face down. She proceeded to mix them around a bit for proper randomization. "Who wants to go first?"

"Fuck it, I'll go!" one of the two guys chimed in, scooping up a card. "...bark after every sentence...woof!"

His friend seated next to him cackled. "Dude! That was my card!"

"Well fuck you...woof!" he laughed back.

His friend picked a card next. He began laughing so hard he couldn't even read it aloud for several moments. "Hahaha...quack...hahaha...after every...haha...sentence..!"

"You idiots always write those stupid rules!" Betty scolded them.

"The amazing part is how they always end up drawing them..." the Asian girl said, rolling her eyes. "Also you didn't quack, Todd."

"Fuck...quack," Todd apologized, taking a drink.

` The Asian girl picked a card next. "Ugh...T-Rex arms..." she groaned. She proceeded to set her phone down and bring her arms up to her chest so that only her hands were hanging forward...like a T-Rex. "Just kill me now, I have to do this for the whole game? I think I'd rather just drink..."

What a strange game, but at least the rules were simple. Nate drew a card from the table. "Three word sentences..." he read aloud. "What does that mean?"

"It means you drink, because that was four words, dumbass!" Todd laughed, before suddenly remembering. "...Quack!"

Nate shook his head and took a drink. He'd have to pay more attention...

Becca drew a card. "No swearing?? Ah, fuck!" she cursed, immediately realizing her error. "Yeah, yeah, I know..." she muttered as she took a drink while the others laughed.

"My turn..!" Amber giggled excitedly, plucking a card from the table. "Ooh...sit in someone's lap..."

"For the rest of the game..?" Becca asked nervously.

"Oh shit! Hey Amber, this seat's not taken..."

"Fuck you, Rick, she wants to sit on my lap...quack!" Todd said, shoving Rick before leaning back and patting his lap invitingly. "Also drink, Rick...quack."

"Now where should I sit..?" Amber asked innocently as she rose to her feet. She began slowly walking around the circle, wiggling her sparkling butt playfully every few steps. She lingered in front of the hooting bros for a moment, before moving on, dashing their hopes. 

Nate watched, petrified. She wasn't looking at him, but she was still coming this way...was she really going to..?

"Is this seat taken?" Amber asked, stopping in front of Nate with her back turned to him. She gave her butt another slow wiggle for emphasis.

"Uh...no..." Nate managed.

"Good," Amber replied, plopping down into his lap. Nate nearly dropped his drink as he felt her grind into his crotch subtly as she got settled. Was she just getting comfortable? It felt more intentional than that. Things were already beginning to firm up for Nate downstairs, and he was powerless to stop it. Could she feel it under her?

"Lucky you, you get to be the birthday throne..." Amber giggled, wiggling atop him once more. 

"Yeah..." Nate replied. Jesus, the feeling of her shapely buns pressed into his crotch...

"Oh, hey Becky!" Amber turned to Becca with a sweet smile, as if she'd just remembered the brunette existed. "Hope you don't mind if I borrow you're friend..." She did a little bounce on Nate's lap just so there was no confusion as to who she was talking about.

Nate glanced over at Becca, suddenly reminded that she was there. Shit...she was playing it cool, but he knew Becca well enough to recognize that she was bristling under the surface. He could practically see her eye twitching.

"It's Becca..." she replied slowly, like the words were being pulled from between her teeth. "And what the fuck do I care..."

"Ha! Drink!" Amber giggled.

"Fuck…" Becca cursed reaching for her drink, wincing as she realized her blunder. "...Fuck!" Everyone laughed as she chugged from her cup bitterly to make up for the three swears.

The next couple turns might as well have existed in another dimension, because all Nate could focus on was the absolute angel seated on his lap. Not only did her perfect heart shaped butt feel amazing seated just atop his bulging manhood, but just being this close to her was...incredible. Occasionally she'd lean back as she laughed, her flowing blonde hair brushing against his face as her body bounced just right. God her hair smelled good.

But it was more than just her body that transfixed Nate...it was what was inside it. He stared down at her lower back, her tan skin bare and visible through the open back of her dress. It was unbelievable that not far beyond that layer of skin was a tiny living person struggling for their life inside Amber. Every laugh, ever bounce in Nate's lap, every drink from her cup...that little woman she'd swallowed was forced to endure all of it. He wondered...was she already digesting? Was she in agony while Amber giggled and played? The contrast of it all plus the physical contact would have surely been too much for Nate sober, and he was grateful for the somewhat numbing affect of the booze in his system.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?"

Nate finally tore his eyes away from Amber's back and looked up to see Amy and Brad stumble over to the table. And stumble they did...they were both giggling drunkenly, the tall boy's large frame supporting the short blonde from toppling onto the ground. Geeze, it seemed like Amy had managed to loosen up...and then some.

"Ugh, Amy save yourself, don't get sucked into this fucking game..." Becca tried to warn her.

"Drink..." Nate muttered to her quietly with a sympathetic look.

"Uuugh! Fu..!" Becca began, before stopping herself. "...fart." She frowned and took a quick sip. "That was only one word by the way Nate..."

Fair enough. He took a drink.

Amy and Brad settled onto the couch where Amber had previously been sitting. Though not as overtly as Amber, Amy was practically in Brad's lap, leaning onto his chest as the two continued to giggle.

"You see? That's the Nate I was telling you about, I always catch him looking at my boobs..." Amy giggled into Brad's chest, pointing across the table at Nate. So she HAD noticed... "You should kick his ass for me..." Uh oh...

"Sure, babe, sure..." Brad smiled down at her, but then he looked across the table at Nate and gave him a wink and a subtle thumbs up. Huh, maybe this Brad guy was alright...

"Okay Brad, who is that and what did you do with Amy?" Becca asked, watching her drunken friend giggle and cuddle with the jock.

"We were doing shots!" Amy giggled giddily, nestling into Brad's chest a bit more.

"Created a monster..." Nate muttered to Becca, making sure to keep it at three words.

"Well if you're going to sit here, you have to play," Amber said, nodding to the table. "Take a card, lovebirds..."

Amy and Brad looked into each other's eyes, giggled, and shrugged. They each picked up a card and squinted at the writing on the back.

"T-Rex arms?" Brad read, confused.

"Seriously? You guys did that one twice?" Betty asked.

Amy squinted at her card and tried to focus her wandering eyes. "Say a name...strip?" Her drunken eyes widened in alarm. "Wait...strip?? Becca! What does that mean!"

"It means you have to strip! You just said a name!" Rick laughed. Him and Todd shouted with joy and hi-fived.

"What?? Oh no!" Amy gasped.

"Relax, you only remove one article of clothing each time...oh, and you have to drink too." Betty explained.

"Oh no!" Amy repeated, looking down and quickly taking stock of the clothes she had on.

Nate sat up in his seat a bit. It didn't seem likely she was wearing a bra under that halter top...this was about to get interesting, fast.

"Do these count?" Amy asked fearfully, scrambling to take off her high heels.

"Hmmmm...yeah, that counts," Amber ruled.

"Boooo..." declared all the boys.

The game moved on, but Nate had a new fixation. He began to wonder if he could trick Amy into saying a name. He wasn't proud of it, but he was a pretty big fan of her tits, and the chance to see them bare and bouncing was just too tempting. She wasn't wearing socks, so she really only had her top, her jeans, and presumably the underwear beneath left at this point, so something was going to have to give on her next slip up. Unfortunately, Amy wasn't doing a lot of talking in general. Her and Brad just continued to giggle, occasionally taking quick pecks at each other's lips—all while Brad kept his arms in the T-Rex position, of course. Notably however, they were continuing to drink from their cups, despite not screwing up any rules, getting drunker and drunker.

"They go again," Nate nodded at Brad and Amy, counting his words carefully. "They came late. It only fair."

"Huh?" Amy looked over lazily. She'd noticeably degenerated since her last turn.

"The caveman under me is right," Amber agreed with a little lap bounce. "They need to catch up."

"I'd say they've more than farting caught up," Becca grumbled, her new strategy sparing her from another drink.

Amy and Brad shrugged and each took another card.

"T-REX ARMS??" Brad laughed in disbelief. "AGAIN??"

"You idiots..." the Japanese girl groaned, her arms still tucked in the same dino position.

"...Swallow a shrinky?"

Oh. Shit.

Everyone's attentions shot to Amy, the blonde still staring at the card in confusion.

"How is that even a rule?" Becca asked.

"Hm," Amber hummed thoughtfully. "Well, technically the shrinky is in your tummy for the rest of the game...I say it counts!" She hopped off Nate's lap, making sure to grab her cup on her way over to the box. "I know, I know..." she giggled as she took a drink for leaving her assigned seat. Reaching the box, she popped open the lid and twitched her fingers over the squirming shrinkies as she carefully considered her selection.

"Ah, here's a good one," she declared, plucking a little girl out of the box and holding her out to Amy. "Bon appetit!"

Nate focused his eyes on the little squirming thing. Was that..?

It was the little goth girl he'd been eyeing back in June's office. It seemed neither of Nate's fantasies of the little girl ending up inside Becca or Amber's stomachs would be coming true, but he was hardly going to complain about this outcome...

"Aaaahhh! No-no-no!!" Lucy screamed as she was lifted up into the air and passed from the hand of one giant blonde to another. 

As terrible as this was, it was just typical, really. As one might've assumed from her aesthetic (long dark hair with bangs, ice white skin, all black shirt, jeans and fingernails, plus a healthy smearing of eye liner,) Lucy had a pretty bleak outlook on life. When the petite high schooler had fallen ill with the virus, she'd been devastated, but it had only really confirmed what she'd already suspected about the world. That it was cruel, random, and lacked any true justice or meaning.

She had to say, given her current situation, it was hard to argue otherwise.

She squirmed weakly between the pinched fingers of her new captor. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to wriggle free, no matter how much effort she put in. A whimper escaped Lucy's lips as she was finally lifted before the unfathomably large face of the girl. The blonde's enormous eyes blinked at her stupidly, their gaze slightly unfocused. Lucy cringed slightly as even from here she could feel and smell the warm boozy breath exhaling from the giant's slightly parted lips.

"Well, I guess if I have to swallow her..." the giant's voice boomed.

God, what a cruel and ironic fate. Lucy was actually a vegan, and she believed the consumption of any kind of meat was a barbaric and cruel practice. But the fact that she would be the meat on someone else's menu? How could anyone justify subjecting another human being to that?

And not that it would be good to be eaten by anyone...but did it really have to be this girl? This drunken blonde bimbo resting on the chest of her asshole jock boyfriend? Was she really going to be calories for some basic bitch who watched all the popular movies and wore designer clothes? Was she going to be consumed by just another consumer in this awful capitalist world?

Lucy yelped as she was pulled closer to one of the giant eyes as it narrowed to better inspect her.

"Ugh...I hate spooky girls like this, they're such attention seekers..." the giant's voice boomed from below. Lucy felt herself pulled away and upward as she found herself held just a bit above the blonde's slightly upturned face. "I don't even feel bad about this...you deserve to be food..."

The blonde's lips parted, and soon her mouth was open wide, ready to receive Lucy. The little goth screeched as she gazed into the glistening pink cavern, framed by some of the whitest teeth she'd ever seen. Suddenly she was moving toward it at an alarming rate. Lucy really started to squirm now; it didn't matter if it was useless, it was impossible to just go quietly into such an unfathomably disgusting fate. She whined pitifully as she was forced past the giant lips and teeth and onto the waiting tongue, her entire body suddenly awash with wet, humid breath that reeked of alcohol.

"No! Stop! I don't want to, I don't want to!" she begged in disgust as she stared down into the glistening throat that loomed just before her, her eyes only spared of the sight once darkness overtook her vision as the giant's lips sealed behind her.

The massive tongue twitched under her and shoved her forcefully up against the giant's hard palate. Lucy writhed and kicked as she felt the blonde's disgusting spit and mucus wash over her. This was too much! It was one thing to endure someone so objectionable as a peer, but to be forced to enter their body like this...to eventually become part of them...Lucy couldn't think of anything more violating.

"UGH...SHTOP SHTRUGGLING..." the giant's voice boomed around Lucy, small flashes of light entering the chamber between the blonde's parting lips.

Lucy felt the world around her shift, tilting her towards the girl's throat. Oh shit! Was she was about to be swallowed??

The little goth's eyes blinked as she could suddenly see the looming throat in front of her once again. She must have opened her mouth, but why..?

She got her answer as a wave of icy cold liquid poured in and struck Lucy in the back, washing her forward into the throat's entrance. She tried to scream as she watched the girl's throat widen to receive her, but she only got a mouthful of the torrent that rushed around her, tasting the flavors of vodka and fruit punch. With a mighty gulp, Lucy was sucked below with a large gulp of the beverage, but there would be several more gulps to follow her...

Nate watched with amazement as the assembled group cheered Amy on, her throat bulging with each chug of her drink, a cute but determined look on her face. After a few gulps, she set the cup down and gasped, leaning back onto Brad's chest and giggling, looking dreamily up at him.

"Did you see me eat her Brad?" she giggled.

"Amy! Names!" He laughed.

"Aaah!" Amy gasped shooting upright, clutching at her top protectively as she stared out at her laughing peers. But then a naughty, drunken smile crept over her face, and before anyone could stop her she tore her top over her head, her bare juicy tits flopping out for all to see.

"Amy!" Becca gasped.

"YOOOO!" Todd exclaimed, shaking his friend excitedly.

Damn, Nate thought, watching the blonde's healthy breasts bounce. They were even nicer than he'd ever imagined. If that little goth girl was lucky, maybe she'd become part of those...

Amy giggled and squeezed her own boobs, then just as quickly flipped around, climbing up Brad's chest and forcing her lips against his, and began making out with him passionately. For just half a second Brad looked surprised, but then he fell in line, pulling her closer and kissing her back, groping at her one of her bare breasts with his free hand.

Todd and Rick cheered, both leaning forward like they were watching the exciting conclusion to a sports match. Betty yelped and jumped to her feet to escape the entangled teens, scrambling over to her Asian friend, where they both began giggling.

"Amy! Everyone's watching!" Becca tried to warn her, but the topless blonde either didn't hear or didn't care, continuing to moan softly while slurping at Brad's face. Becca sighed and stood up from the couch. "I need some air..."

"Where are you..?" Nate began, but before he could follow her Amber sat down in Becca's vacated seat, blocking his view of her.

"I think this game is probably over, don't you?" she giggled, nodding to Amy and Brad. "C'mon, follow me..." she said grabbing Nate's hand and pulling him from the couch. Powerless to resist, Nate did as he was told, watching as Amber scooped up her shrinky box as she led him toward the stairway.

"I'm so glad I invited you guys, your friend Amy is hilarious!" Amber laughed as she led Nate up into the dark upstairs. He followed her down the same hallway he'd explored with Becca before, but this time Amber stopped at a different doorway. She opened it and flicked on the light inside, glancing back at him before stepping in. "Honestly though, watching her made me a little jealous. It's my birthday after all, and I want to have some fun too..."

She giggled then hurried inside. Nate followed her slowly, afraid to make any sudden moves that might wake him from this amazing dream. Amber dropped the shrinky box roughly onto a bedside table and flopped onto her enormous cushiony bed. She sat on its edge, grinning hungrily at him, though her gaze was slightly unfocused and her body swayed unsteadily. Those birthday shots must have been catching up to her, Nate thought, and he began to feel just a shred of doubt. If they did something now, would he be taking advantage of her?

"Ugh, come on!" she groaned, flopping onto her back as her body writhed impatiently. "Get over here...and bring the box." She gestured weakly towards her bedside table, then began probing at her stomach with her free hand. "I can still barely feel this one, but the little bitch is slowing. I need another one in me..."

Any moral misgivings Nate had vanished in an instant. He picked up the box and sat next to Amber on the bed. "Good boy," she giggled, sitting up and leaning against him as she opened the box, pressing her boobs into his shoulder as she flicked through the shrieking shrinkies.

"Now who wants to feed the birthday girl..?" Amber teased slowly as she ran her twitching fingers through the scrambling little people, not really making an effort to grab any of them yet.

"Doesn't look like any of them really want to..." Nate noted.

Amber giggled. "Oh yeah? Well that's a shame, because I really want to swallow one of them..." she finally pinched a little girl around the waist and slowly lifted her squirming form into the air. "And I always get what I want..."

From where he was sitting, Nate finally had a good look at one of the little party treats. She looked to be about their age, with thin features, tiny green eyes, and a little pointed nose. Her hair was dark and cut short, not quite curly but with wild waves in it, its dark color a contrast to her pale skin. Nate couldn't help but feel there was something familiar about her, and then all of a sudden it struck him: she looked a little bit like Becca.

What a strange coincidence...or was it? The two girls had been acting strange around each other all night, after all. The thought entered Nate's mind: had Amber selected one that looked like Becca on purpose?

Nate watched Amber's expression carefully as she studied the frightened shrinky in her grip. There was still that same drunken giddiness, but there was also an unmistakable smugness to the blonde's blue eyes, delighting in her victim's complete inability to resist her. "Ready to have some fun? I know I am..." she teased the little girl before parting her lips just wide enough to receive her.

The little Becca-look-alike shrieked and she was brought towards the blonde's mouth, but at the last second Amber rotated her around, placing just her kicking legs inside before sealing her lips around the girl's waist. Amber giggled as she felt the terrified girl punch and push at her lips futilely. She turned to Nate and tilted her head to the side cutely, giving the girl a few exaggerated sucks as if she were a pacifier. 

"Help me! Please!" the tiny girl begged Nate from between the blonde's lips. "Please don't let her eat me!"

Nate looked at the little girl, conflicted. He knew it was cruel, but deep down he wanted nothing more than to see her sucked fully into Amber's mouth and swallowed, sent down into the blonde's stomach for the rich girl to enjoy and digest. But now that he couldn't shake the resemblance to Becca, he began to feel sorry for her. What if that were his friend between Amber's lips? He wouldn't wish that fate on her, would he? 

Poor Becca. It didn't seem like she'd been having the best time at the party tonight. Where was she, anyway? Should he have been looking for her?

Nate was pulled back to reality as Amber stood up from the bed and sauntered forward a few steps. She then stopped, and glanced back at Nate over her shoulder, still playfully sucking on the screaming girl between her lips. She shot him a seductive wink, then slowly pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulder. Nate watched open mouthed as the sparkling red sequin fell way to the floor, leaving the girl's body bare except for her bra and elaborate white laced panties. But she didn't stop there, undoing the hook of her bra next, and a moment later it joined her dress on the floor. She swayed her hips slightly as she ran her hands down the sides of her body, really making sure Nate got a good look at all of it, then twirled around to face him. Jesus, her breasts...they were slightly smaller than Amy's but they made up for it in shapeliness. He watched them bounce, mesmerized, as she slowly sauntered back towards him, the little girl sticking out of her lips still protesting and crying for rescue. Her body overall was incredible now that he could see all but the small section obscured by her underwear. She truly was like a super model, curvy in just the right way, but still with a trim stomach. It seemed so unfair that one girl could have it all, both the beauty and the wealth. She had to have some flaw, right?

Finally reaching him, Amber grabbed Nate by the wrist and pulled him to his feet. Looking directly into his eyes seductively, she reached down for his other wrist, then moved both of his hands onto her breasts. She held them there as she giggled up at him, still sucking on the tiny thing. Nate was so overwhelmed the little shrunken girl screaming at him just inches from his face barely distracted him, he was too fixated on the incredible fleshy orbs he was groping at greedily with his hands. Amber began to slowly walk backwards, guiding him with her towards the other end of the room. When they finally reached a full length mirror against one of the walls, Amber moved his hands and spun around, placing his hands back onto her breasts once her back was fully turned to him. Nate almost gasped as he felt the blonde back her panty covered bottom up against his crotch and begin slowly grinding it there, still making heavy eye contact with him in the mirror's reflection. This was too much! He had to hope the alcohol would keep him under control a bit longer, because he was seriously in danger of busting if this continued at this pace.

Still grinding against his raging boner, Amber giggled as she reached up towards her lips and plucked the crying girl out with a wet pop, moving her slowly down the length of her body until she was just in front of the blonde's bare stomach. Amber smirked as she pressed the protesting shrinky up against her soft flesh, holding her in place as her stomach expanded and contracted with each excited breath.

"So what do you think? It's a bit cozy, but I'll think it'll make a good home for you," she teased the whimpering shrinky as she continued to hold her in place. "I wonder, can you hear your future roommate in there? You'll have to say hello for me once I swallow you down..."

Fuck...Nate was going to lose it...

"Nate!" She gasped, glancing back at him. "You're REALLY hard back there!" 

"Uh..." was all Nate could manage, desperately trying to keep from splooging in his pants.

She giggled and gave her butt a quick wiggle against his crotch, delighting in tormenting him for a moment before taking pity and stepping away, pulling him back towards the bed. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it was obvious enough when we met at June's. I've actually been looking forward to doing this with you ever since then..."

"Doing what with me?" he stammered as he watched her flop onto the center of the bed, still holding the shrinky against her stomach.

"Taking her together!" Amber grinned lifting the screaming shrinky from her stomach and wiggling her about in the air. "Each in our own ways, of course. She's mine...but that's the way you like it, isn't it? You're just dying to see me swallow her, admit it..."

"Yeah..." Nate sat on the side of the bed, watching her, spellbound. There was no use denying it.

"I knew it," she grinned, her boobs bouncing along with the mattress as she sat partially upright. She giggled drunkenly as she ran the shrinky along the length of her body again, down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach...but this time she didn't stop there. Instead she continued to push the panicking girl lower, finally pressing her up against the crotch of her panties, holding in place there as she lightly gyrated against her. "God! It's so freeing to actually be with a guy who's really into this...Normally they think it's weird or they try to fake it, but you...you think I'm as sexy as I feel right now..."

And then some, Nate thought. 

"So..." Amber asked, still lightly pleasuring herself with the protesting shrinky, "...what to do with her next?"

Nate looked down at the little brunette struggling to push her body away from Amber's aggressive sex. He desperately wished he was even a fraction less horny than he was, it was impossible to think straight and this was a golden opportunity. But as things were, it was like his brain had short circuited. He supposed he could ask to see her actually insert the little girl into her nether regions and really give her a go...but would that be too forward?

"Uh...just keep playing with her for a bit," he finally suggested, "just do whatever feels right."

"Ah, so it's my choice," Amber grinned, still holding the shrinky against her crotch. "What a gentleman. I suppose it is my birthday..." She proceeded to finally release the little girl from her position against her nether regions, lifting her up to chest height and looking down at her. "Well, you heard the man, playtime must continue. Now what to play..."

The blonde grinned as wicked thought entered her mind. "Ooh, I know what might be fun..." She moved the protesting shrinky closer to her chest, position her between her boobs. She then released her there, grabbing onto her own breasts and pushing them together, crushing the poor girl between her soft fun-bags.

"Let's see you try to escape from there!" She giggled, the muffled sound of the girl's protests barely audible from deep within her cleavage. "Oh my god, that kind of tickles..!" she giggled to Nate as she lay back against the pillows at the head of her bed. She then glanced over at him expectantly, and a moment later he took the hint and crawled over and laid beside her.

"Aaaahhhh, wasn't the virus just the best thing to ever happen?" Amber sighed in ecstasy as she continued to mash her boobs together with varying amounts of pressure around the poor girl.

"Huh?"

"C'mon, tell me life isn't more fun with these little cuties," she grinned, nodding down to her breasts. "I mean, I know my parents make a lot of money, but before the virus I would've never gotten to do something like this. But now? I can do it whenever I want..."

Nate felt a chill run down his spine. Make no mistake, he was still aroused, but there was also something unsettling about Amber's words. In society, Amber was in a higher class than Nate and most other people just by the circumstances of her birth. The gap between someone like him and her was so vast that it was nothing short of a miracle he was in her room with her like this. But he'd never considered how for Amber and the rest of the elite, the virus had really only widened gap between them and everyone else. They could already have most anything they wanted, but now they could have more. They could have others, and they could have them easily. And they could do with them what they pleased.

Nate couldn't help but think back to what June had told him back at the corner store. To someone like Amber, everyone else was a shrinky, in a way.

At least I'm not actually one, he thought.

"Life has definitely been...interesting lately," Nate admitted, watching Amber squish her boobs especially tight around the poor girl.

Apparently tiring of her current game, Amber let her boobs relax, and the shrinky rolled half limp onto the blonde's stomach with a defeated little groan. "Maybe I was too rough on her?" Amber giggled, watching the exhausted little girl struggle to right herself as she bounced along with her belly.

"I think we both know you're only just getting started," said Nate.

"Oh yeah," Amber smirked. The little girl was managing to pull herself to her feet when Amber swiftly pushed her down with just one finger, pressing her back into her flesh. She then released the pressure, but as soon as the girl tried to scramble away again, Amber's finger returned, pushing her back against her stomach firmly. Amber watched lazily as the silly little thing continued to try in vain, each time easily overpowered by just one of her digits. "God they're so pathetic...isn't it crazy to think they used to be people like us? Like look at her, she's about our age, right? Sometimes I wonder how they feel about that," she held the girl in place with her finger, this time not letting up the pressure, "so close to being like me, but now I get to do this to her..." She grinned as she pushed the struggling girl further down along her stomach, stopping at her bellybutton and pushing her little face inside, holding her there while she struggled.

"I think she's kinda lucky," Nate admitted. "I mean at least she gets to be eaten by you..."

Amber smiled bashfully at him. "Aw, that's sweet...but don't lie, we both know it's going to suck for her..." She grinned as she finally pulled the little not-Becca out of her bellybutton, dangling her upside down by one leg, as high as she could reach. "...But that's part of the fun, right? You get it."

"Get what?"

"Don't play dumb, you know you feel the same way about this that I do." Amber bit her lip excitedly as she gazed up the squirming, screaming girl. "Honestly, it's thanks to shrinkies that I recently realized something about myself...that it's fun and all to take the things you want, but it's so much more fun to take them from someone who doesn't want you to..."

"I don't know if I understand..." Nate mumbled, watching the dangling girl plead down to Amber and him for her life.

"Well, take her for example," Amber nodded up to the dangling shrinky. "I'm sure she really doesn't want me to eat her, and yet, something about that just makes the idea of doing it even better. Just knowing that I can, and there's nothing she can do to stop me...there's something so electrifying about that thought..." She grinned wickedly up at the little girl, parting her teeth just enough to snake her pink tongue out, slowly running it along her lips for her to see. Amber giggled at the reaction it elicited, quickly bouncing up onto her knees and holding out the screaming girl to Nate. "Fuck, I can't take it anymore! I want her now...here!"

Nate took the squirming girl between his fingers and looked back at Amber in confusion. "Why are you giving her to me?"

Amber grinned, sitting back on her ankles and craning her head forward towards Nate. "Uh, because I'm the birthday girl? You don't really expect me to do this myself, do you..?" She then proceeded to ever so slowly part her lips before him until her mouth was wide open, tongue extended out, gazing up at him seductively and waiting to receive her treat.

"Oh...oh shit..." Nate muttered. This was going to be something...

"No! Don't! You fucking asshole!" Meg shouted as the boy held her up over the blonde's open mouth. "Why the fuck are you doing this?? Put me down!!"

An absolute nightmare. An absolute fucking nightmare. Why were they doing this to her? What had she done to them?

Meg felt like the absolute last person who deserved this kind of treatment, least of all from these kinds of people. For all of her eighteen years alive, Meg's family had been poor. Meg's life was one of hand-me-down clothes, discount stores, and absolutely zero hope of having her own car. As soon as she'd turned sixteen, Meg had taken on an after school job, also taking on shifts on the weekends, saving up whatever she could in hopes of someday being able to afford tuition at a good college. Her ticket to a degree that might deliver her from her penny pinching existence.

Of course contracting the shrinking virus a few months back had been something of a setback for her. She couldn't very well wait tables when she was only three inches tall. But she'd refused to give up, and she'd applied for the government assistance provided to shrinkies as soon as she could. But as luck would have it, she'd been snatched from the hospital during her mandatory examination, eventually ending up here after being sold by her kidnapper as a party favor to this spoiled princess.

"AAAAHHHHH~" the blonde giant sang as Meg drew nearer to her mouth. Meg could see strands of saliva hanging down, connecting the roof of the pink cavern to the twitching tongue below. Meg would've hated this girl even if she wasn’t about to eat her, but it certainly made the idea of it even more repulsive. 

This spoiled rich bitch...had she ever worked a day in her life? And yet she got to live in this palace. Even in the short time she'd been here, Meg had seen art pieces and jewelry in the girl's home that she was certain were worth more than her dad's car. There were photos on the walls of Amber in a bikini lounging on beaches all over the world. Meg had never even been out of the state...

"I'm not your fucking food you bitch!!" Meg screamed as the mouth loomed just before her, punching with all she had at the boy's fingers. She could feel the warmth radiating out of the cavern even from where she hanged, the scent of stale, boozy breath wafting towards her.

The giant responded with an open mouthed giggle as Meg's head passed under the shadow of her lips, but a moment later the glistening throat dead ahead pulsed as a wet belch erupted outwards, blasting Meg directly with the humid gas. 

"Oop! Oh my god, excuse me! Sorry Nate!" the blonde giggled drunkenly a she pulled her head back to look up at the boy. 

"I'm not sure I'm the one you should be apologizing to..." the boy laughed.

He could say that again. Meg retched as she tried in vain to escape the scent of the blonde's expulsion that was all over her. Was it not enough to tormented and eaten alive, now she had to smell this bitch's burps too??

"Oh she's fine, there's more where that came from where she's going..." the giant giggled.

"Fucking disgusting bitch! Stop it!!" Meg protested angrily. "You can't treat me like this!"

The blonde ignored her, bringing her head forward again and getting her mouth in position to take in Meg like before. But just before Meg reached her lips again, a thoughtful look crossed the giant's face. "Actually wait, hold her still right there..."

Meg whimpered anxiously as she watched the blonde's open mouth shrink down into a more narrow opening, her glossy lips now puckered and just slightly parted as they moved towards her slowly.

"Hey! Stop that!" Meg shouted nervously as the massive lips neared her head. She whined in disgust as they made contact with her face, the blonde kissing against her tenderly, nearly enveloping Meg's head in the process. Meg writhed in vain to pull her face away, but she couldn't escape the puckered lips as they kissed at her head twice more, a little tip of tongue poking out during the last one and giving Meg's face a quick lick.

"Blech! Agh!" Meg spat, trying to wipe the saliva from her face. But she'd let her guard down, and Amber seized the opportunity, parting her lips just slightly wider and moving forward, sliding them over the tiny girl's head.

"MMMMMMM...." the giant's humming roared around her as Meg felt her face squeeze between the enormous lips. She cried out and tried to resist, but only felt a disgusting suction pull her in deeper as the giant slurped her lips along her little body, now sealed around Meg's chest. Meg screamed as the roaring hum continued as her body was slurped on seductively, the giants lips sliding up and down her body, reaching as far as her hips before pulling back to her face, then reversing the process. All the while the giant's tongue poked and licked at her head and chest. Meg screamed in revulsion as she quickly realized what was going on.

She was being used as a kind of sex toy, Amber was sucking on her like she was giving someone head. 

"MMMMM, MMMMMM...." Amber continued to hum, slowly picking up speed. Meg screamed as she felt her ears pop as Amber briefly increased the suction, her lips tightly wrapping around the girl as her cheeks sucked inwards. 

"MMMMMMMMMM..!"

Nate was barely holding on. Amber's blue irises sparkled up at him, never once breaking eye contact as she dutifully slurped on the little girl he held in his hand. She looked so damn confident as her lips slid up and down the shrinky's body, her sensual humming only occasionally ceasing as she would suck hard, her lips forming a vacuum seal around her as her tan cheeks pulled inwards. Perhaps most tantalizing of all was the way her mouth would glide just far forward enough to take in the tips of Nate's fingers, giving him just a tease of the wet warmth that was contained in the blonde's mouth.

"Jesus Amber..." Nate mumbled, looking down at her with all the reverence he felt she deserved.

She giggled smugly up at him before resuming her soft humming, wiggling her panty clad ass up in the air behind her as she leaned forward even further. Without skipping a beat, she reached one of her hands up towards her chest and began groping at her own breast, acutely aware of her own sexiness and reveling in it. Fuck...how much more of this could he take?

Nate practically gasped as she released her tit and moved her hand towards his, gently taking his wrist and slowly guiding him forward as she slurped the rest of the girl into her mouth, taking his fingers with her. Oh fuck, it was so warm and moist in there, and he could feel her wet tongue flick at his fingers as she continued to slurp and suck on the poor girl. And the way her whole mouth vibrated with each hum...what was this little girl complaining about? It was heavenly in there...

"Mmm, Mmm, Mmm..." Amber hummed musically, swaying her hips along to the tune as she continued to hold Nate's hand up to her mouth. But then she pinched her fingers slightly tighter around his wrist, signally for Nate to let go. He obeyed, and a moment later she pulled her head back, his fingers exiting her lips with a wet pop, the shrieking shrinky now totally contained and alone inside her mouth. Sitting back onto her ankles, Amber finally closed her eyes, and swallowed.

Meg's cries were cut short as she suddenly found herself sucked into the tight tube of Amber's esophagus. The little dark haired girl groaned with fear and discomfort as she shot downward. It was so damn slimy and tight...every fiber of her being protested as the claustrophobic panic set in. It reminded Meg of the dreadful feeling she got when looking at a picture of a cave explorer worming their way through a tight tunnel, but magnified a hundredfold. Somewhere nearby, the giant's heart beat excitedly as Meg slid past it, the sound quickly growing fainter as she continued to descend, though not disappearing entirely. There were new noises approaching from below, terrible and ominous gurgles and squelches. Meg whined and tried in vain to wriggle her descent to a stop. The organic chorus of the rich girl's body was driving the awful reality of Meg's situation home: this was her world now, at least for the rest of her life.

Meg paused her feeble struggles just briefly as her face pushed against the tight sphincter at the end of the tunnel. There was another noise below, faint but familiar. Where had she heard it before..?

It only took her a moment to remember. Just a minute ago, when she'd still been outside Amber, pushed against the blonde's bare stomach, forced to feel the little invisible blonde hairs and warmth of the giant's body against her skin. It had been fainter then, but Meg was all too aware of what it was now: the anguished sobbing of a human being. Meg screamed in horror as she felt the tight sphincter wrap around her face, her body slowly squeezing through the opening into a far more humid and foul smelling space. She was entering the rich girl's stomach, and she wasn't going to be alone in there.

Meg's cry hiccuped as her legs finally slipped free, sending her tumbling a short distance down with a splash into a pool of warm liquid. She sputtered to the surface of the chest deep pool, retching as she gasped in a lungful of puke smelling, alcoholic fumes.

"Help me...help me..!" a hoarse voice echoed from somewhere nearby in the darkness. "Please help me, please make it stop..!"

Meg stood still in horror as she tried to keep her balance in the shifting, churning chamber, still too far from coming to grips with her own situation to consider the plight of the stranger. A chill ran down her spine despite the oppressive heat.

She was stirred from her paralysis as the entire chamber shook with two thundering thumps from behind her, followed by the muffled boom of Amber's voice somewhere above. Amber must have been patting her stomach, taunting them.

"Who's there?" Meg finally asked, still too afraid to move towards or away from the voice.

"Charlotte..." the phantom voice wheezed. "Please, I just want to go home..."

It took Meg's panicked mind a moment, but then she remembered the quiet spectacled woman. They'd all become at least a little acquainted in days they'd spent captive in Amber's box, commiserating and sharing hopeless plans of escape. But what was Meg supposed to do? Charlotte was the adult in the situation, not Meg, and she'd clearly fallen to pieces in the time since she'd been swallowed. What could Meg possibly do to change their fate at this point?

"It's me, Meg..." she finally responded, splashing through the liquid away from the voice, feeling frantically at the pulsing chamber's slimy walls. She wasn't ready to head towards Charlotte, she was more than a little afraid of what she'd find. "C'mon, we need to find a way out of here, or she's going to fucking digest us..!"

"Oh, you're just one of the kids..." the voice echoed weakly from behind her. "We're done then, there's no way out for us...I guess it probably didn't matter who you were..."

"Don't say that!" Meg whined, pushing against the slimy folds, testing their strength. It was looking like her fellow party snack was going to be little help in escaping their approaching fate. "This can't be happening, this can't be happening..."

It hardly seemed like the time, but Meg's thoughts turned to her savings account. The collected reward for Meg's many long hours slaving away at work over the past two years. What a sick joke the concept of money seemed to her in this moment. All those paychecks, collected and saved diligently...what good did they do her now? All those hours of youth wasted, for a prize she'd never get to spend. It couldn't have all been for nothing, could it? Had she really been so deeply cheated by life?

No not by life, Meg thought bitterly as she growled between gritted teeth. By this absolute bitch she was currently within. This evil, spoiled cunt who had purchased her, flippantly spending a sum of her daddy's money in an afternoon that nearly totaled Meg's entire life savings. All for what? Just to torment her and the others?

Meg clenched her eyes shut as she paused her struggle for a moment, too overcome by loathing to continue. No, Meg knew the true reason. Even if the blonde hadn't said it aloud, it would have been obvious from the pungent arousal Meg had smelled radiating from beyond Amber's lace panties as Meg had been pressed against the girl's disgusting vag. This turned her on. Meg wasn't just being eaten, she was being used. To Amber, Meg was nothing but an aphrodisiac; a little fleeting pleasure for both her tummy and her nethers. 

"Save your strength, it's not worth it..." Charlotte's voice whispered between pained whimpers. "...the burning will start before long..."

Meg screamed, clawing at the slimy wall before her in a frenzy. The terrible injustice of it all had caused something inside her to snap, her body running on panicked instinct while her mind tried desperately to deny the horrible reality.

This can't be happening, this can't be happening..!

Amber sighed contentedly, giving her stomach a gentle path. "There there, now you’re where you belong..."

Nate watched mesmerized as the half-naked girl sat there peacefully, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations within her. She began to chew her lip playfully as her hand drifted back towards her breast, and she began teasing her perky nipple with her finger.

"The first struggle is always the best part," she sighed. "I think that's when it really sets in for them that they're not getting out. That they're totally mine..."

"Would it be weird if I...listened?" Nate asked quietly, staring at her trim stomach just inches in front of him. 

"What, to my tummy?" Amber laughed, somewhat taken aback. 

"Yeah, to see if I can like...hear her," Nate explained awkwardly.

Amber's eyes lit up, her mouth hanging slightly ajar. She looked like a child who had just been offered ice cream. "Yes! Let's do it! And you can tell me what you hear!"

She didn't even wait for him to work up the nerve, she grabbed the side of his head and pulled his face up against her gut, grinning with excitement.

Nate almost forgot to breathe as he felt her warm skin against his cheek, the smell of her aroused musk detectable as it wafted up from her panties below. She had such a different scent from Becca, but it was irresistible in its own way: less girlish and familiar, more womanly and exotic. Her inner workings sounded much the same as those of his friend's, though perhaps gurgling and groaning with a bit more intensity, working hard to process the copious amounts of alcohol the blonde had imbibed over the course of the evening.

It didn't take long to pick out the frantic squeaks of Amber's latest swallow. Though he couldn't make out exact words, she was really shrieking her little head off. He focused on the noise for a bit, trying to imagine what the little not-Becca was currently going through, wondering how she felt about being a meal for Amber's sexy belly.

"Ugh, c'mon! Tell me what's going on!" Amber whined impatiently from above, pushing her stomach against his face a bit more forcefully. "Is she saying anything?"

"It's all just screaming," Nate explained. "Sounds like she's really freaking out, though."

"Ugh, how boring," Amber giggled. "I was hoping she'd be like begging me to let her out or something...what about the other one, can you hear her?"

Nate had almost forgotten. He focused in again, attempting to tune out the first girl's cries. Hm, if he really listened in...there was maybe something else there? A very quiet occasional little squeak. But it was so muted compared to the other and the chorus of groans and gurgles around them.

"I dunno," Nate shrugged. "Maybe. It's hard to hear over everything else."

"Hm, maybe they just need proper motivation," Amber pushed his head away and blinked bedroom eyes at him. "There's something else I've wanted to try, maybe we can send something fun down to join them in there..."

"Do you want me to go get you another drink?" Nate asked, a bit confused.

"No silly, but there's something else I'd like to put in my mouth..." she made sure he was watching as her blue eyes drifted down to his crotch. Oh...my...GOD...

Taking his stunned silence as permission, Amber crawled down onto all fours and brought her face close to Nate's waist. Nate felt like he was watching his body from the outside as the blonde reached up and began to unbutton his pants, then slowly pulled down the zipper. She giggled mischievously as his cock bulged from within his boxer shorts to greet her, and she reached towards the fly, bringing her face even closer...

"Aaaamberrrr..!" a muffled voice called from somewhere downstairs. "Aaamberrr! Where are youuuu..?"

The two teens held still for just a moment, and Nate's heart lept with hope as it seemed the blonde was about to continue, but then the voice called out from below again, louder this time.

"...Uuuuugh," Amber sighed with a defeated giggle, dropping her hand back onto the bed. She leaned her head against Nate's crotch sympathetically as she gathered her wits. Nate felt his cock bulge furiously against the blonde's forehead, separated from its prize by just a thin layer of fabric. She giggled slightly at the sensation, but did nothing to appease the raging wiener. No! We were so close! She can't stop now!

"Sorry, birthday girl duties..." she apologized, pulling her head away and adjusting her hair back to some sense of order.

Nate was speechless. He wanted to beg her, to demand that she stay, it wasn't fair to leave him like this on the brink...

He watched helplessly as she stepped off the bed and slipped her dress back on, already heading for the door. "C'mon, maybe if you're good we can pick up where we left off later..."

Nate let out the heaviest sigh of his life as he collapsed backwards on the bed. What had he done to possibly deserve this..?

Okay, maybe he could think of a couple things...

Nate stewed as he followed Amber down the stairs, watching her swaying hips impotently as he tried to picture the panty clad ass beneath the sparkling sequin. While the form fitting dress had tantalized him before, now it was cruel censor for the treasure he'd glimpsed beneath just a minute ago...

The singing began before they'd even finished descending the staircase. "Haaappy birthday to youuuu...!"

Amber gasped and hurried down the last steps, leaving Nate behind. Waiting for her in the living room was a gathered crowd of her drunken classmates, her friend Betty standing at the front holding a chocolate birthday cake with eighteen candles. Amber giggled and squirmed with excitement as she allowed her guests to finish serenading her, and Nate used the opportunity to slip around the side, joining the crowd without attracting much notice.

The song finally came to an end, and the gathered crowd cheered as Amber blew out her candles. Nate felt physical pain watching her glossy lips purse to exhale over the flames...those lips should've been around his cock right now!

Nate continued to stew bitterly as he was handed a plastic plate with a slice of cake, dreading the approaching ache of the blueballs that were surely in his future. He watched Amber longingly as she laughed and giggled amongst her friends between mouthfuls of chocolate cake. A minute ago he'd been the sole object of her affection, but now it was if she'd forgotten he existed. All that was left for him was the fantasize about the chewed mouthfuls of cake Amber was sending down to join her stomach's unwilling occupants, a meager consolation prize the pleasures he'd almost received. Despite what she'd hinted at, Nate got the sense that they wouldn't be resuming their fun before the night's end. Like the shrinkies before him, Amber had moved on to the next amusement, leaving him behind. June's words once again rang true in his mind. In Amber's privileged life of luxury, everyone else was just a passing amusement, there to entertain her for a while.

Nate sighed quietly and scanned the crowd. There were noticeably less guests gathered than before. It made sense, a good number had likely gone home or passed out by now. But it was the lack of familiar faces that troubled him. He saw no sign of Becca, or even Amy and Brad. He could take a good guess as to what the short blonde and her new boy toy were up to, but where was Becca? What was the last thing she'd said, that she needed some air?

He walked over to the back window, looking out onto the pool deck. There were a couple teens lounging in the glow of the hot tub, and another few making out on various pool chairs, but no sign of his friend. He went next to the front door and stepped outside, but he found himself alone in the vast front yard. It seemed like she maybe hadn't been having the best time, but had she really gone home without them?

But as he pictured her slender face, her hair done up in a top bun, he could see her so clearly just hours before, standing next to him in the moonlight. 

"God, I could just stay up here for hours...something about this view just makes all your troubles and worries melt away, y'know?" the Becca of his memories repeated.

Nate glanced upward, and sure enough, he could see the shadow of a slender silhouette leaning against the edge of the balcony above. 

A strange sense of guilt suddenly crept over him. Had he really done anything wrong? I mean, it wasn't like Becca was his girlfriend...in fact, officially they were still just friends, and they hadn't really done anything besides engage in a bit of shared mischief. And yet, the feeling persisted.

But as Nate watched her from below in secret, he realized that was just it. Even if they currently weren't "anything", he suddenly understood that he wanted them to be. He'd been fighting the feeling for so long since that afternoon in his room when she'd accidentally tapped into his secret desire. There was no denying it anymore. He still wasn't sure if it was love, but he knew one thing: he wanted her.

Nate took a long shuddering breath as he worked up the courage for what he was about to do, immensely grateful for the emboldening affects of the alcohol coursing through his veins. He looked down at the slice of cake in his hands.

Perhaps there was still time to make things right.