Worth a Shot by TinyHunter

"Just a little higher..!" Grace urged the man beneath her as she reached up towards the rim of the giant box. Fuck! Even standing on this guy's shoulders, the edge was just out of reach...or at least it might've been, to someone besides Grace.

"Try to hold steady, I'm going to try something..." she instructed as she prepared herself. The tiny man beneath the equally tiny platinum blonde grunted and fell backwards as she kicked off his shoulders, her fingers just barely grasping the ledge. Anyone else would surely have lost their grip and fallen a moment later, but Grace had trained too long and too hard for that. In one graceful motion, she used the momentum of her swinging body to hoist herself over the ledge and onto the rim of the box. Grace sighed with relief as she rested there for a moment, the first hurdle literally behind her.

Like the other shrinkies purchased for the party that night, the twenty year old blonde had no desire to become a party snack for Amber or any of her guests. Things had looked grim for a while there, but then luck had finally smiled upon them. When their captor had plucked poor Meg out to be her next victim, the drunken bitch had forgotten to put the lid back on the box! After that it was just a matter of waiting for the eight remaining shrinkies, hoping to escape Amber's notice while doing their best to ignore Meg's cries as the giants tormented her. Once the bitch had left the room, the party favors put their plan into motion.

"Hurry! Pull us up!" one of the girls still in the box called up anxiously. Grace looked down at her with her icy blue eyes, then out at the enormous room around her. That had been the plan, but...

Grace chewed her lip nervously. There was no telling when one of the giants would return. Going now could be the difference between life and a truly horrible death. And besides, these poor schmucks...did they even have a chance? She looked back down at the frightened girl, noting her squat build and slightly doughy body. She wasn't a fatso by any means, but compared to Grace's lithe, petite but athletic build? She'd surely only slow Grace down.

The same was true to some extent of all six of the others. Not one was was her athletic equal. Hardly surprising, considering Grace's lifelong accomplished career as a gymnast. She'd actually been on track to compete in the upcoming Olympics, if it hadn't been for that stupid shrinking virus...

"I'm going to go get help, I'll come back for you guys," Grace promised, preparing to dismount from the ledge.

"That wasn't the deal!" the man who'd boosted her shouted angrily.

"She's going to fucking leave us! You bitch!" the woman cried out.

"I'll send help, I promise," Grace turned away and slipped from the ledge, landing in a crouching position on the surface of the bedside table. She quickly hurried to the table's edge, and leapt towards the side of the nearby bed, using the hanging edge of the puffy comforter to slow her descent down towards the carpet below.

She did her best to tune out the panicked and betrayed cries echoing out from the box above. She really would send for help, if she managed to get out of this alive. Though realistically, she knew it would probably be too late for them. It brought her no joy to leave them to their fate like this, but Grace was no stranger to the cutthroat nature of physical competition. Only the best advanced, and if they couldn't keep up, that was on them.

Additionally...it helped her odds for them to remain where they were. It might take the giants longer to realize she was missing, so long as the box remained mostly full.

Grace sprinted across the stretch of carpet, every inch forward filling her with anxious dread that Amber would burst back into the room and spot her. But it seemed her luck had permanently changed, and she reached the slightly ajar doorway without interruption.

Taking just a moment to catch her breath, Grace gazed out into the massive dark hallway before her. She could hear the muffled sounds of chatter and laughter somewhere below, but for now the coast was clear. She just needed to reach the front door, and then at least she'd be out of this den of predators. Not that the outside world held no dangers for someone her size, but that was a bridge she'd cross when she came to it.

"You can do this," Grace whispered to herself, the same way she had before countless competitions. "You're a winner..."

With a heavy exhale, she hurried into the dark, scurrying along the edges of the long hallway.

Nate carried the slice of cake to the top of the stairs, practicing what he was going say in his head for dozenth time in a row. Becca, I've been thinking about how I feel about you, and...

Nate stopped and sighed, standing alone in the dark hallway.

Ugh. It was so corny, and it didn't feel genuine. Was he making a big mistake? I mean what if he'd been reading her wrong? What if she freaked out, and in addition to not reciprocating his feelings, he ruined their friendship and made everything awkward? He'd been so sure back on the front porch, but he was beginning to have doubts it was worth the risk.

He looked down at the plastic plate in his hands and the healthy slice of chocolate cake atop it. Maybe this didn't need to be some grand proposition, or even about him. Maybe this could just be about cheering up a friend who'd been having a crummy night. She had been joking with Nate about him owing her a slice of cake for a while now, she'd probably appreciate the callback...

Of course, he knew that the cake was really only half the promise. What Becca really wanted was to enjoy a slice of cake along with a delectable little shrinky, forcing the two to mix and mash as they shared the tight confines of her stomach. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head as he pictured the brunette's naughty grin, delighting in her mischievous deeds at the expense of her tiny playthings. He knew there were many out there who would be horrified by that side of his dear friend, perhaps rightly so, but to Nate it just made her more adorably irresistible. That probably made him fucked up too, but oh well. They could be fucked up together.

Not that it mattered right now. He didn't have a shrinky to go with his slice of cake, so Becca would have to settle for half the promise. But as Nate resumed his path down the hallway, he just as quickly slowed as a thought occurred to him.

He might not have had a shrinky on him, but he knew where there were plenty nearby...

Nate came to a full stop again as he seriously considered it. It would be easy to slip back into Amber's room and sneak a shrinky or two from her box. It's not like the blonde would miss them, would she? She'd basically been giving them away over the course of the night, and she'd been so drunk last he'd seen of her that he doubted she had a good count of how many were left.

Still...he'd be stealing from her. And not just petty theft, since he knew Amber had paid a grand for each shrinky in the box. Something about that didn't sit right with him; Amber had been more than kind to him all night, and he was a guest in her home after all. He knew it was a strange line in the sand to draw when talking about feeding one human being alive to another, but the moral implications still gave him pause.

Well, there was still a lot of hallway to go before he reached the balcony or Amber's room, he could decide on the way.

Nate pressed on, the debate playing out in his head as he went. But as he rounded the first corner, he heard a slight commotion coming from up ahead. Slowing his advance, Nate determined the noise was coming from one of the rooms on the right, eventually pinpointing it to a slightly ajar door just a couple ahead. The lights were off inside, but as he drew nearer, he could hear human voices along with the commotion. Not words necessarily, but grunts and moans, echoing out quietly along with the sound of squeaking springs.

Nate couldn't help himself. He crept up to the door and peered inside.

His eyes widened as they adjusted to the dark and identified the shapes within. There on the bed were Amy and Brad, completely nude and going at it like animals. Brad was laying on his back, grunting and thrusting upward, as Amy bounced and moaned softly atop his hips.

"Oh Brad, oh..." Amy moaned softly, oblivious to Nate watching from behind her. 

Nate knew he should look away...but obviously that wasn't going to happen. He was sad he couldn't quite see the blonde's tits bounce along with the rest of her from this angle, but he took the opportunity to watch her juicy white ass jiggle up and down as she thrust her hips into the jock below her. He looked on enviously as Brad's hand reached around and grabbed a thick handful of the blonde's doughy butt, causing her to gasp and moan, and also giving Nate just a glimpse of Amy's cute little butt hole while her chubby cheeks were parted.

Fuck it, he'd spent years secretly sneaking peeks at Amy's curves, why should he stop now? Nate carefully slipped out his phone and filmed for a few moments before finally slipping away and restoring the two lovebirds' privacy. He wasn't sure any of the footage would come out given the lack of lighting, but if it did he'd have a pretty sweet new amateur porn for his own private use. What Amy didn't know wouldn't hurt her...

Nate was a little worked up now, and he began seriously considering going through with his plan to "borrow" a couple of shrinkies from Amber's stash. She did kind of owe him in a way, for leaving him blueballed like she had. Speaking of which...the possibility of blueballs were starting to become a real concern for the boy. Even if he could get a shrinky to Becca, that wouldn't necessarily lead to any release for him. It might just be more teasing, which would only increase his future pain if he didn't do something about this quick. Maybe the best move was to just find a bathroom to slip away into and rub a quick one out?

"Fuck!" Nate gasped suddenly as a little shadow darted at the corner of his vision. Was that a fucking rat?

But then his eyes adjusted, and he recognized the rodent was actually a tiny person running along the edge of the hall. Only now that they realized they'd been spotted, they'd switched directions, dashing back to the nearest closed door, attempting to scurry under it.

Oh no you don't...Nate set his plastic plate down and easily closed the distance, plucking the squirming thing off the ground. He lifted them up to eye level and illuminated them with his phone's flashlight.

"Ah!" the tiny woman yelped as she was suddenly blasted with bright light. She was surprisingly pretty, Nate thought. She had long, straight platinum blonde hair and big cute blue eyes. Her thin face sported strong cheekbones, coming down into a little pointed chin, with a button nose fixed squarely in the middle. Even in the dark, Nate could appreciate her slim, toned little body. This girl definitely worked out and kept it tight.

"Are you one of the ones from the box?" he asked.

"Oh god, you've got to help me!" she begged, clasping her hands together in front of her as she squinted in the blinding light. "Please, I'm not supposed to be here...look me up, my name is Grace Barnes, I'm a professional athlete! I'm supposed to be in the Olympics..!"

"Really?" Nate asked, admittedly a little impressed. She could've been lying to save her own skin, but the thought still intrigued him. Somehow it had never occurred to him that some shrinkies might be exceptional people, but he supposed some of them would have to be.

"Yes, really! Just look it up!" the shrinky protested impatiently. "Now please, get me out of here, and I'll make sure you..." Her eyes suddenly widened in horror as they finally adjusted to the glaring light, recognizing Nate from his earlier exploits Amber's room. "...oh God, it's YOU!"

"Yeah, sorry..." Nate shrugged with a little sympathetic smile. She shrieked and protested in his grip, resuming her squirming, but Nate ignored her and tucked her into his side pocket. He could still feel her squirming inside, but her cries were at least muffled now. Poor little things, they just had a way of falling into his lap, didn't they?

Nate turned back and picked up the slice of cake, considering his options. Well...he hadn't really stolen this one if she'd already escaped herself. Finders keepers...

Nate smiled and made his way towards the bedroom with the balcony. It was about time he kept his promise.

Nate stepped out on the balcony, setting the slice of cake aside on a little glass table by the door. The night air had cooled considerably since he and Becca had last stood out here, but it was actually a pleasant relief from the stuffy heat of the party below. Becca was just ahead with her back turned to him, leaning forward against the guard rail and staring out at the night sky in silence.

"Hey," Nate said, alerting her to his presence.

She glanced over her shoulder and regarded him with slight surprise, before managing to return just a little hint of a smile. "Hey."

"I hadn't seen you for a while," he said, pulling up alongside her and joining her in looking out at the view. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, really," she replied, frowning as she continued to stare out at the rest of Dampton. 

Nate gave her a silent, skeptical look. She was so pretty there, the moonlight shimmering in her bright eyes and off the sparkling violet sequin of the dress tightly wrapped around her body. A few strands of her elegant little top bun had come loose over the course of the party, restoring some of the familiar wild Becca he knew, while still retaining some of the flowery elegance of her party getup. Eventually Becca took notice of his gaze and sighed, hanging her head and conceding defeat. "Fine, I guess I'm not really...but it's stupid..."

"You wanna...talk about it?"

"No, but I will," she grumbled. "It's just all of THIS..." she gestured to everything around her. "This whole party and all of the people in it...and, fuck it, that blonde bimbo downstairs..."

"Amber?" Nate asked.

"Yes..." Becca admitted with a soft little sigh. "But I'm just being a petty bitch, I guess. Amy's right—she's gorgeous. She's gorgeous, she has tits..." she paused to grope at her comparatively petite chest, "...and to top it all off, she's got more money than God. I dunno, I guess being around someone that rich and pretty...it just makes me feel worthless, in comparison..."

Nate considered Becca's words silently. In regards to Amber, it was hard to find a fault in her logic. Amber was gorgeous, she did have a great body, and an amazing life...she could have whatever she wanted. In fact as they stood here, somewhere downstairs Amber had two little women digesting in her stomach, real people she'd swallowed just because she'd felt like it. Where was the justice in that? It felt like at some point the scales had to tip the other way, but in all aspects of life, Amber seemed to always come out on top.

"That reminds me of something I've been thinking about lately," Nate began, "about how unfair life can feel. But I think that's because it's just not...some people are lucky, and some aren't. That's how it goes."

Becca regarded him curiously, looking as unsure as he felt about where he was going with this. Nate exhaled and prepared to continue. It was all kind of just...coming to him as it left his mouth. Was this what people meant by speaking from the heart?

"But in the grand scheme of things, I think we're pretty lucky." He turned to her, his heart beating faster, as her big eyes met his. "At least, I feel lucky, getting to be here tonight, looking at a beautiful girl."

Becca gazed back at him silently for a moment before looking away and giggling. "Stop. That's sweet, but...I'm a big girl. I don't need cheering up..." She was trying to diffuse the moment in her usual Becca way, but he knew her well enough to detect the slightest wisp of sadness under her words. This time he recognized it for what it was, she was guarding herself from getting hurt.

Nate placed a hand on her waist, causing her to look up in surprise. "I'm serious, Becca."

She gazed back at him silently, her eyes wide and lips parted just slightly. "You really think I'm beautiful?" she finally asked in a quiet, squeaking voice.

Nate had run out of words, and instead he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. At first contact she pulled back just slightly, basically gasping in his mouth, but then she embraced it, pushing her face back against his, and she began running her soft lips over his, moaning so softly and quietly as the two friends made out for the first time. After a few blissful moments of this, she finally pulled away and the two of them grinned stupidly at each other as they began to process what had just happened.

"This is so weird..." she whispered quietly, not taking her eyes off his. "I mean, I thought recently things felt different, but I wasn't sure..."

Nate was glowing inside, everything was going so much better than he ever could have imagined. "It's been confusing for me too, I mean we've been just friends for so long..." he chuckled and looked away from her briefly. "But maybe it doesn't need to be complicated...I mean you know I'm into this whole thing with girls swallowing shrinkies..."

She giggled and nodded in confirmation, but let him continue.

"Honestly, it messed me up for a bit, I felt so fucked up and guilty...but lately I'm learning to just embrace it. There's no reason to deny myself what I want."

He turned back to her and shrugged. "And if we want this...well then maybe we should just do it, and figure it out as we go?"

She smiled back at him a little bashfully, shifting in place with her arms behind her back. "Well then mister...what do you want right now?"

Nate smiled stupidly, entranced by her cuteness. "Well first, I want to give you something..."

He stepped away, initially leaving her confused, but then he returned a moment later with the slice of cake he'd left nearby. 

"My cake! Aw, Nate!" she cooed, taking the plastic plate from him and nestling her face into his, her little pointed nose brushing up against his cheek as she pecked him with a little kiss. "You forgot the most important ingredient of course, but that's okay," she grinned at him.

"Did I?" Nate asked smugly, pulling the squirming little girl out from his pocket and quickly wiggling her back and forth.

Becca nearly dropped her plate as her mouth fell open. "Nate!"

The brunette rushed forward to inspect the little blonde, but Nate yanked her out of reach. "I'm gonna need another kiss if you want a closer look..."

Becca grinned at him and stepped closer. "Come here..." She brought her face up towards his and once again mashed her lips against Nate's, snaking just a little tongue into his mouth as they made out for a few more blissful moments. Finally she pulled away and smirked smugly at him. "Satisfied?"

"Y-yeah," Nate grinned back stupidly, holding the shrinky out to her as promised.

"You better fucking let me go..!" the little blonde shouted from between his fingers. Her tone was fierce, but it quivered slightly, making her fear obvious to her tormentors. 

"Yeah? Or what?" Becca leaned in close to the little girl in Nate's hand, regarding her smugly. "I don't think you quite grasp the position you're in, Blondie. You're new, but you're actually arriving at the end of a pretty extended emotional journey between me and Nate, and you should probably know that part of the pay off at the end of it is you going down into my belly."

"Don't you fucking dare!" the little woman shouted back, kicking wildly in the air. "I'm not your fucking food, you hear me?"

"It's cute that you think you have a choice," Becca smiled sweetly at the tiny blonde, giving her a little tap on the head with her finger. "But the truth is you're the only person on this balcony who doesn't want me to swallow you, so you're kind of outvoted...not to mention way too small to stop me from doing it anyway." She giggled as she watched the little girl take a few pathetic swings and kicks at her in the air with her tiny limbs.

"Fucking bitch!" Grace screamed, continuing to flail at Becca through the air.

"Wow, the mouth on this one," Becca laughed, straightening up and looking back at Nate. "Who is this little firecracker, anyway?"

"Apparently she's some kind of pro athlete...she said she was in the Olympics," Nate recalled.

"No shit!" Becca gasped with delight, turning her attention back to Grace. "Wow, and now you're about to be dessert for this bitch," she chuckled, pointing a cocky thumb at herself, "talk about how the mighty hath fallen..."

She smiled smugly as she plucked the squirming girl from Nate's fingers and carried her and the plate over to one of the deck chairs and leaned back into it. Still holding Grace aloft, Becca used her free hand to fork off a big piece of cake and lift it up to her face. She paused and giggled as she regarded the terrified girl she held in her hand.

"Seriously, you have no idea how much buildup there's been to this. Me eating you this way is actually a pretty big deal for me and Nate, so I dunno, you should feel special I guess."

Becca then proceeded to open her mouth wide, bringing Grace closer so she could get a good look as she slowly moved the forkful of cake inside, before just as slowly sealing her lips around it, then slowly sliding the fork out. 

"Mmmmm..." she hummed appreciatively as she chewed and savored the dessert in her mouth. Her eyes closed in a state of absolute bliss. "Oh my god, Nate..! There's raspberry in this!" she gasped, talking with her mouth full. "These fucking rich people...this is the best fucking cake I've ever had, seriously!"

She took another moment to chew and savor the taste, then swallowed, opening her eyes and smiling at Grace contentedly. "Girl, seriously, try some when you're in my stomach. It'll make being digested almost worth it..."

"Psycho bitch!" Grace spat back at her. 

Becca just giggled softly, regarding the girl with a fond smile. "You know normally I'd take the time to play with you longer, but I kind of want some private time with Nate right now, so I think it's time for you to go in..."

Ignoring the shrunken girl's protests, Becca proceeded to fork off another chunk of cake, then lifted the little blonde over it and shoved her down into the spongy chocolate so that she was trapped all the way up to just above her waist. 

"No! Get me out of here! I'm not fucking joking!" Grace demanded as she tried in vain to dislodge her body from the cake, the panic in her voice audibly increasing.

Becca simply regarded her with the same fond smile, and prepared to lift the fork towards her face.

Nate watched it all play out with utter reverence. It felt like more than just his usual horny lust—though it was definitely there too—this time he just felt so happy for Becca, happy for both of them, that they were getting to share this perfect moment at long last.

But still...he began to think of a way to improve upon perfection. His mind raced back to Amber's room, and how she'd asked him to feed the shrinky to her himself...and suddenly he was filled with the desire to do the same for Becca. He probably just wouldn't mention where he'd gotten the idea.

"Hey wait, what if...I fed her to you?" Nate interrupted.

Becca's eyes lit up. "Yes! Ooh, so romantic!" she giggled. She handed the forkful of cake and shrinky to Nate and wiggled excitedly as she leaned forward in preparation. "Bring 'er home, big boy..." she laughed.

Nate rolled his eyes and chuckled, but he still obeyed, slowly moving Grace's cake chunk closer and closer to Becca's face.

"Hey...stop it! I'm serious!" Grace whined, watching fearfully as Becca's enormous face drew nearer. The little woman's tone had changed, practically begging now, as Becca stared directly at her with a prideful smirk. Once the little blonde was within a couple inches, Becca began to slowly part her lips, still keeping eye contact, exhaling just a little sultry breath over her approaching dessert as her mouth finished opening wide.

"Haaahhh..."

"Agh! No!" Grace whined as she turned away as best she could, trying not to breathe in the giant brunette's humid breath that smelled strongly of booze and chocolate cake. 

Her reaction caused Becca to lose her concentration and giggle, and she treated the little gymnast to a few more short blasts of her hot breath. "Haaah...Haaaahhhh..."

As she prepared to open her mouth wide again, she glanced up at Nate with a sly smile. "God, how fucking hot am I right now?"

"Only way you could be hotter is if you hit her with one of your burps," he joked, remembering Amber's accidental expulsion over her shrinky.

Somewhat unsurprisingly, Becca giggled with delight at the thought. "Oh! One sec!" She prepared her mouth, opening it just before Grace's protesting face and shut her eyes tightly with concentration, holding the pose for a moment as she tried to conjure a little gas from her gut with sheer willpower. 

"Urp!" an uncharacteristically little burp croaked from the brunette's throat over the shrunken woman, causing her long platinum blonde hair to flutter just slightly.

"Ew! Eww!!" Grace whined.

Becca pouted a little and gave Nate a shameful look. "Best I can do on short notice..."

God she was so cute. "It's okay, that was great. Really hot..." he laughed.

"Shut up you stupid jerk and feed me my shrinky," Becca laughed back before finally opening her mouth again. 

Nate nodded. They'd both waited long enough for this.

Slowly, he pushed the protesting little blonde towards Becca's waiting mouth. The little thing struggled frantically to dislodge herself from the thick chocolate, but only succeeded in caking her hands in the dark frosting.

"No! You can't do this! I'm not fucking food! I'm a winner! A winner!" Grace raved in a manic state, unable to take her eyes off the glistening cavern looming nearer and nearer. A brown strand of chocolate stained saliva hung down from the roof of Becca's mouth, one of the many brown blemishes on her otherwise spotless pink mouth and white teeth. Grace shrieked as she finally passed beyond Becca's teeth and lips, and a moment later Becca sealed her puckered lips around the fork's end, muffling her treat's cries. Slowly, Becca pulled her head back and let the fork slide out of her mouth, now sans Grace and with only a slight smear of chocolate remaining. 

"Mmmm..." Becca moaned appreciatively as she closed her eyes and began carefully chewing the cake around Grace, sucking and savoring on her struggling form as she mixed with the sugary flavor. "Oh my god, I should alwaysh have them with chocolate, they tashte so mush better thish way..." she moaned, Grace's terrified and disgusted cries sneaking out whenever the brunette's lips parted.

Nate watched eagerly as she continued to suck on her little woman dessert. Fuck, there was something so hot about her all dolled up like this eating fancy dessert—this was the treatment Becca deserved, and he was so grateful he'd gotten to give it to her, at least for this night.

"Can I see?" Nate asked, watching her intently.

She opened her eyes and regarded him judgmentally for just a moment, but then she relaxed her face and giggled, leaning forward and opening her mouth wide, extending her tongue out. "Aaaahhh~" she sang childishly, showing off the gross brown mush spread about the inside of her mouth. But Nate zeroed in immediately on the little squirming mass somewhere near the middle, Grace's trembling little shape caked head to toe in chocolate mush, trying to crawl out from the soggy sludge.

"Ahh! Ahh! Help me! Somebody help me..!" Grace tried to call out before Becca closed her mouth again and resumed sucking on her with a chiding little hum. After another few moments of this Becca finally let out one last contented little hum, then tilted her head back just a little, and swallowed.

"Aah..." she sighed sweetly, but then just a moment later her cheeks bulged out slightly as a massive belch erupted from her lips. "Uuuurppp..!"

Becca blinked back at Nate in surprise then broke into a mad fit of giggles. "Ugh, where were you a minute ago when I needed you..?" she scolded her tardy burp.

"So, everything you dreamed of?" Nate asked.

"Be better if I had some milk," she laughed.

"I could go get you some..." Nate offered rising to his feet, but she grabbed his wrist before he could get away.

"No. Stay," she instructed, pulling him down towards her. How could he argue?

Nate followed her lead as she pulled him in for another passionate kiss. Their lips began to interlock greedily as they slurped and moaned in the throws of youthful passion. He could taste the chocolate in her mouth...this really was the best cake he'd ever had, for so many, many reasons...

"Fuck, I can taste the chocolate..." Nate gasped between kisses, "...that is good..."

"You're..." Becca giggled back between slurps at his lips, "...not bad...yourself.."

"Maybe you should..." Nate began, before moving back in, "...eat me..."

"Better hope...you don't shrink..." she giggled, teasing his mouth with a little tongue. "Wouldn't be able...to help myself..."

They stopped talking for a bit and resumed their quiet panting and moaning. Finally Becca gave a long, almost sorrowful moan, placing a hand on her stomach as she pulled away from Nate just for a moment. "Oh, I wish you could feel her too...the little tickles of her struggles that hit just right..." She bit her lip and gazed up at him longingly, then took another few greedy tastes of his lips. "I wish I could share this feeling with you..."

"Then describe it to me..." Nate panted, kissing her back, then moved to kissing the side of her face, then down her neck, leaving her mouth free to speak while he worshiped her.

"Well, she's...it's like a flutter," Becca began, closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation. "I think that's her little kicks, she's still fighting me, still in denial that I'm in control..." she grinned in ecstasy as Nate's kisses tickled down her neck. "God just imagine what she's going through, caked in...well, cake," she giggled, "and my spit, and all the crap I've been drinking...getting mixed and churned with it inside me, covered from head to toe in me, with no way to escape..."

"More..." Nate begged, kissing down onto her shoulders.

"Mm, Nate, you have no idea how it feels to be in control like this..." she moaned. "I feel...so fucking powerful, so sexy...I mean fuck, this girl was in the Olympics, and now she's mine, all mine..." she groaned impatiently and pushed Nate's face back towards hers, kissing him deeply as she moaned softly. "And guess what..?" she gasped between wet kisses. "She can cry and struggle all she likes, but I'm not letting her out..."

"Hey, that's not true," Nate panted with a grin, finally daring to reach down and take a quick grab at her ass. Becca practically gasped in his mouth, but then she giggled and touched her forehead to his, wiggling her buns playfully in his palm. God, it wasn't Amy's juicy derriere or Amber's shapely bottom, but it was such a perfect little handful of butt. It was so nice to grab, it felt...

"...Fuck!" Nate gasped, pulling away suddenly.

"Nate?" Becca blinked up at him in surprise.

Nate took a second to catch his breath. That...had been a close one. Another moment of contact like that, and he was sure he would've creamed his pants.

"Um," Nate panted, trying to think of a non-embarrassing way to explain, "tonight has been...a lot. I've been holding off for a while now, and well...I'm dangerously...close..."

Becca blinked back at him for a moment before she finally took his meaning, then started giggling madly at him. "Oh my god, did you almost just jizz yourself?"

"It's not funny..." he muttered, trying to hide his small smile.

"It's hilarious," she corrected him, before leaning back and flipping her hair slightly. "My me, I guess I should be flattered, I've really got you steaming, huh?"

"You're...something," he nodded. It was probably best not to mention that Amber had played no small part in bringing him to this point.

She giggled again, watching him curiously. "So what are you going to do? Do you need to go jack off?"

"Maybe..." Nate mumbled, still trying to calm his raging boner. It was tough to think straight like this, such deviant thoughts were racing through his head, here at the edge of orgasm. He hesitated before saying what he wanted to next. He knew he probably shouldn't, but he had such an unfulfilled urge from his earlier encounter with Amber. "...or, you could help me."

Becca blinked back at him in surprise. "What, you mean like..?"

"You know..." Nate shrugged awkwardly, looking to her for pity.

"Oh," Becca replied quietly, glancing down at Nate's crotch. "Isn't that moving kind of...fast?"

Nate gazed longingly at her pursed little pink lips. God, how desperately he wanted to feel them gliding along the shaft of his cock. Still, he felt a little bad pressuring her into it, he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. And yet...the tempest of hormones that raged within him demanded release, and it had chosen Becca as its vessel. It was hard to argue with it, as horny and drunk as he was.

"Remember, we shouldn't deny ourselves what we want," Nate replied, somewhat mixing up his earlier platitudes. "Slow, fast...we're just figuring this out. Doing what feels right...right?"

Becca twisted her lips, looking from Nate down to his crotch thoughtfully. "Oh alright, you big baby," she smiled and rolled her eyes, getting up from her chair. "I guess you've brought me like four shrinkies now...I'd be a real bitch if I didn't..."

She gestured to the now vacant chair, indicating for Nate to sit down. "C'mon, let me take care of you..." she chided him like she was speaking to a child.

"Thanks," Nate managed weakly as he shuffled over to the chair and sat down. Once he was seated, Becca took a deep breath through her nostrils and suddenly shifted her character into that of a sexy seductress, doing her best to saunter over to him slowly from across the balcony, swaying her hips as she blinked slow bedroom eyes at him. It was cute, but her acting was terrible as always. Sadly she didn't possess Amber's talents for seduction, but she made up for it in her bubbly charm, Nate thought.

Reaching him, she slowly got down onto her knees, still silently blinking up to him as she brought her face nearer to his crotch, reaching forward for his fly. But as soon as she unbuckled the button of his pants, she lost her composure and snorted out a laugh as she looked away. "I'm sorry!" she giggled, "It's just so awkward!"

"Becca..." Nate groaned impatiently.

"Right. You can do this Becca..." she nodded to herself cutely as she took a deep breath. She reached forward again for the fly of Nate's pants, this time not bothering with the seductress look, her face plastered with her usual silly grin. It suited her better anyway, Nate thought.

Slowly, she pulled down his zipper, pulling the fabric aside slightly to reveal the bulge straining against the inside of his boxers. Becca glanced up at Nate with a feigned fearful look, then giggled as she reached carefully towards the furious bulge, pulling open the fly to free raging boner.

"Oh!" she gasped as Nate's erection sprung out into the cool night air just before her face. She looked up at him, then back at his dick with wide eyes and laughed. "Wow, it's...a lot bigger than when we took baths together as kids."

Nate frowned down at her. "You seriously expected me to still have a baby dick?"

Becca shrugged with a sweet little smile, stifling her giggle. "I wouldn't have judged..."

"Ugh, please just put it in your mouth..." Nate groaned impatiently, leaning back into the chair.

"So fussy," she chided, but then she finally began moving her face towards the twitching member. However, to Nate's frustration, she stopped just short, parting her lips and exhaling slowly over the tip like she had to Grace before. "Haaaahhhh..."

Nate groaned weakly, squirming in his seat slightly as he felt her warm breath wash over his dick. Fucking bitch...teasing him with her mouth's warmth like that...

Becca giggled, but then she pursed her lips, moving in and planting a quick kiss right at the head of Nate's cock, then another on its side, making cute little smooching noises as she did so. "Mwah, mwah..."

She continued like this for almost another minute, alternating between kissing and breathing on him, giggling constantly in between. Finally, Nate lost his cool. As she moved in again with her mouth wide, ready to exhale teasingly over him again, Nate reached out and grabbed the little top bun atop her head and pulled her forward, practically without thinking.

"Rrrrmmm..!" Becca hummed angrily, shooting him an annoyed look as her mouth was suddenly forced over his cock. But then just as quickly she closed her eyes and accepted her new role, beginning to dutifully glide her lips up and down his shaft with practiced technique. So she had been fucking with him, she definitely knew what she was doing...

"Oh, fuck..." Nate moaned as he experienced her warmth for the first time. It was so incredible, the feeling of her wet lips gliding along his length, all while the head of his dick rubbed along the hard, ridged roof of her mouth while her tongue teased and played with its underside. He kept his grip on her top bun, not so much to restrict her movements but more because he just needed something to grab onto to hold off and savor this as long as possible.

"Hmmmm..." Becca hummed softly as she worked, causing her mouth to vibrate just right around Nate. "Hmm, Hmm, Hmm..!" she hummed in a cute little tune, occasionally changing up the tempo to hum out little bits of Disney songs that Nate could barely recognize in the throes of his pleasure. As usual, Becca couldn't do anything normal...but as much as it could frustrate him, he'd never change that about her.

Besides, despite her silliness...it still felt amazing. What were those shrinkies complaining about? Obviously they were lucky to get to enter such a cavern of pleasure...

Nate began to fixate on the thought, thinking of his dick as one of the little shrunken women Becca had consumed, forced to glide in and out of her lips, coated in her breath and saliva and rubbed around every corner of her mouth as she hummed around them. Toyed with until she finally granted them release, forcing them to the back of her throat to be swallowed down...

Nate was suddenly filled with the unfulfilled urge to experience this final pleasure, and without thinking he gripped her bun tighter and pulled her forward. Becca's eyes shot open with surprise as she felt Nate's twitching cock poke at the back of mouth, and Nate gasped he felt his head probe into the entry to her throat, erupting less than a moment later. Becca gagged slightly as the thick ropes shot down her throat, her head held in place by Nate's grip as he was frozen rigid in the midst of orgasm. Becca groaned angrily and glared up at Nate with slightly watery eyes as his grip finally released, the last of his load slowly dribbling into her.

"Fuck...sorry..." Nate panted his apology, removing his hand from her hair, her neat top bun now almost completely mangled by his grip.

Becca closed her eyes and slowly slid her lips off of him, giving him one last dutiful suck to make sure she got the last of it, then let his slightly less hard cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. She swallowed what was left, then took a moment to catch her breath before glancing up at him.

"A little warning next time, you jerk..."

Deep inside the brunette, a certain little athlete was getting the workout of her life. Grace whined and whimpered as Becca's stomach flexed around her, washing her back and forth through the disgusting sludge that was composed of chewed cake, swallowed alcohol, and who knows what else.

Her defiant rage had left her long ago, now all that was left was revulsion and fear, her mind still coming to grips with the reality that this was how she'd be spending the remainder of her life, being churned and digested inside the gut of some drunk teenager.

This couldn't really be how it ended for her, could it? Not long ago Grace's future had held such promise...she was one of the top gymnasts in the country, for god sake! How could someone like her have ended up in here? She was supposed to be competing on the world stage, but instead this fucking nobody had swallowed her, selfishly destroying a lifetime of training and hard work.

Grace grimaced as she found herself pushed into an especially thick pocket of spongy chocolate and began straining to free herself from it. And this fucking cake...that was the insult atop the injury. Of all the things to be devoured with...

Becca couldn't have known of course, but Grace had been forced to forgo sweets of all kinds for almost her entire life, keeping a strict diet to keep weight for her gymnastic pursuits. To be surrounded by the sugary mush now was the final taunting, the cruel reminder that all her sacrifice and discipline had been for nothing. Against her will, some of it had entered her mouth over the course of her gastric journey, and she rued to admit that Becca was right, it WAS delicious. Or at least it had been, before it had been coated in the disgusting sour taste the coated everything in the girl's stomach.

Grace finally dislodged herself from the chocolate chunk, catching her breath as she listened to the distant moans that roared above. What the fuck were they doing up there? Were they having sex or something? Grace suddenly felt ill at the thought of the two teens pleasuring each other in the throes of young love, while she suffered this fate within Becca. That evil girl did NOT deserve happiness!

Suddenly, the entire chamber squeezed tightly, and Grace shrieked as she felt herself surge upward with the oozing sludge towards the roof of the chamber. Was she about to be thrown up?

But the just as suddenly she sank with the digestive mass back towards the bottom of the stomach, and digestion resumed as normal. What had that been about? She could hear the muffled sound of Becca's voice somewhere above, unintelligible over the sound of the gurgles and groans.

Then she felt it. Grace froze as something warm dribbled onto her head from above, quickly oozing through her hair. Then more dribbled down onto her, then more still...

Grace froze for a moment, then began shivering revulsion as she realized what the sticky ooze was. She wasn't a kid, after all, and she was sexually experienced enough to recognize that smell.

"Eww! Ewwww!!!" Grace shrieked, desperately trying to wipe the splooge off her as more still dribbled down slowly from above. It was too late, however. The warm semen was already sticky and matted in her blonde hair, and any attempt to wipe it away only succeeded in smearing it about the area and onto her arms. "Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me! You fucking twisted little sickos!" she cried out in revulsion.

She felt so entirely violated and used. It wasn't enough that she was going to be digested by some fucking rando teen, now she was drenched in that little pervert's disgusting jism! Used like a fucking cum rag...

Grace felt her legs buckle under her, and she collapsed with a sob onto her knees, now neck deep in the mush as the last of the raining cum dripped into the pool beside her. This wasn't supposed to happen to her...she was a winner, wasn't she? She was supposed to be on the covers of sports magazines, not stewing in puke and covered in jizz. There must have been some mistake, there had to have been...

"You can do this," Grace whispered to herself, the same way she had before countless competitions. But this time her body quivered with nauseous doubt. "You're a winner..." she whimpered, as Nate's thick cum began to ooze down from the top of her head and over her eyes...

Nate finished buckling his pants and zipped up his fly. "Sorry, again...and thanks," Nate nodded to Becca. "That was...incredible."

"Hmph," she turned her nose up at him with her arms crossed, clearly still a little miffed that he'd held her head down. "You sound surprised. What, you think I don't know what I'm doing?"

"I don't know what I thought," he shook his head. To his surprise, she strode over to him and turned around, sitting down between his legs on the chair and leaning back onto him.

"I have many talents you don't know about, mister..." she declared haughtily, before nestling her head onto his chest. 

"I'm sure," he nodded, reaching up and stroking her hair.

They laid there in silence for a bit, just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies as Becca finished her cake, staring up at the stars. Becca stomach grumbled slightly sometime later, disturbing the silence. Nate felt his weary penis throb slightly under her as he thought about the fact that his cum was inside her right now with Grace.

"So what was Blondie's name again?" Becca asked, lightly prodding at her growling gut. 

"I think it was Grace Barnes or something," Nate recalled. "Why, you gonna look her up?"

"Wanna see if she was lying to us," Becca explained, already pulling out of her phone. After about a minute of tapping at the screen, she sat slightly upright. "Holy shit, there she is...she really was like a pro or something!" Becca exclaimed, twisting around to show Nate the screen. "Look, there's like interviews with her and stuff on this site...and then this article talks about how she got the shrinking virus! Wow..." Becca put her phone away and leaned back onto Nate's chest again, gazing up at the heavens. "So weird to think that I'm digesting someone that people have interviewed and stuff, makes me feel kinda famous by association..."

"Maybe they should give you her gold medals," Nate joked.

"Ugh except she didn't have any yet!" Becca whined, "If only she'd caught the stupid virus after the Olympics, that would be way cooler to digest a gold medal winner..." Becca groaned and gave her belly a quick slap. "Fucking loser..."

"Okay, now that's just mean..." Nate laughed.

Becca giggled and patted her stomach apologetically. "I know, you're right...sorry, Blondie." Looking back up at the sky, she paused for a short while before speaking up again. "Sooo...what are we now? Are we like a couple? Am I your girlfriend..?"

"Do you want to be?" Nate asked, not sure of the answer.

"I don't know," she replied quietly, still gazing up. "I know you said we should just do what feels right, but I still feel a little confused."

"Definitely," he agreed.

"So what do we do?"

"Maybe we just don't put labels on it for now," Nate suggested. "We'll figure it out."

"Okay," she replied quietly. Then after a short pause she continued. "God, part of me is afraid this is going to make everything weird, but I'm also excited to find out where this leads, y'know?"

"New experiences," Nate concurred.

"Yeah," she grinned excitedly up at the stars.

They lay there in quiet serenity for a while until Becca grew restless and twisted around on Nate's chest and exhaling quickly on his face. "Hey does my breath smell like cock?"

"Ugh..." Nate groaned, pushing the giggling girl off of him. Another moment murdered by the serial killer known as Becca...

"C'mon, I have to pee. Help me find a bathroom, this place is like a fucking maze," said Becca, rising to her feet. "Then we should probably go, oh, but we need to find Amy first."

Nate's weary semi twitched again at the memory of Amy's bare backside bouncing atop Brad.

"I've got an idea about where Amy is..."

"Jesus, Ames..." Becca shook her head with a smile as her and Nate peered into the dark room.

Inside, Amy and Brad were still nude on the bed, but their activity had come to an end as both of them slumbered peacefully. Brad was laying on his back, sprawled out over the covers, while Amy lay slumped atop him, her bare bottom pointed up into the air as her head rested wearily on Brad's chest, snoring quietly.

"Here, I'll get her..." Becca assured Nate, leaving him in the doorway as she slipped into the chamber. Nate was happy to oblige, enjoying the view of Amy's behind while she wasn't conscious enough to get mad at him for it.

Becca crept up to the side of the bed and shook her blonde friend gently by the shoulder. "Hey Ames, we gotta go..."

Amy responded by snoring a little bit louder, then followed it up by shifting her ass slightly as short fart trumpeted out of her. Becca wrinkled her nose and glanced back at Nate with a pitiful expression, searching for sympathy. But he only chuckled back silently from the doorway.

In his sleep, Brad reached lazily around Amy and gave her a gentle pat on the back. "Good girl..." he mumbled in his dreams, then drifted back to silence. Amy responded with a satisfied little grunt, wiggling her ass slightly as she nestled deeper into his chest.

As Becca proceeded to attempt round two of rousing Amy, Nate gazed at the blonde's ass and the little bit of soft tummy that was visible from his angle, suddenly remembering the little goth girl she'd swallowed. He wondered...was she still in there?

Unfortunately for Lucy, she was.

She had no idea how long she'd been inside the blonde's stomach, but at this point it felt like an eternity. She couldn't see it in the dark, but her dark eyeliner had long since smeared all down her face from her tears and the inescapable moisture. Her black clothes hung in tatters around her burned and blistered body as she floated helplessly in the churning mush. Amy's body had gone into digestive overdrive ever since she'd fallen asleep, but it was still an improvement over the marathon sex session Lucy had been an unwilling third party to, tossed about violently as Amy's body varied between thrusting or being thrusted into.

Lucy closed her eyes and whimpered weakly as she heard the familiar gurgle and ensuing muffled boom somewhere beyond which she now recognized to be the blonde passing gas. There'd been a lot of that since she'd fallen asleep. Clearly some combination of the beverages and various party snacks the drunken blonde had greedily sent down to join Lucy had disagreed with her system. 

God this sucked so much. Not only the searing pain and the exhaustion, but just having to listening to that disgusting blonde bitch snore and fart peacefully while Lucy suffered inside her. She hated knowing that such a basic bitch was responsible for her approaching demise, and that soon Lucy too would be another blast of gas escaping the ass of the disgusting meat eater. She'd get to go on into the world, consuming and conforming, practically rewarded for punishing Lucy for the terrible crime of being just a little different. 

Lucy sobbed as the current around her shifted, her entire prison apparently changing positions again. At least there was something almost darkly poetic about her fate, she could almost appreciate that. Going out this way, letting that stupid drunk bitch win, it was like a twisted metaphor come to life about the society Lucy so loathed.

At least it proved she'd been right about the world, Lucy thought. At least she had that...

"Don't stare at my ass, Nate..." Amy grumbled drunkenly, half-asleep while Becca held her up and helped her pull up her pants over her wide behind. "Itsh for Bradley, not youuu..."

As Becca finally managed to get the blonde's top back on her, she glanced over to the bed and her eyes went wide. "Holy shit," she whispered to Nate in the doorway, "his dick is fucking huuuge..!"

Nate frowned, kind of annoyed that his not-girlfriend was ogling another man's dick. Becca quickly took notice and giggled as she supported Amy on their way over to him. "Don't worry, I still like yours better," she giggled. "But still, way to go Ames..."

"Wait, did you guy fuck..?" Amy mumbled as Nate helped carry her from the room.

"No Ames, because I'm not a slut like somebody..." Becca teased her.

"I'm not a slut, I'm an empowered woman...just ask little miss shrinky here..." Amy lazily patted her belly. Nate rolled his eyes, Becca giggled.

"I can still feel her a little, Becca," Amy giggled as they carried her down the hall. "But I'm going to digest her, and there's nothing she can do about it..."

"Proud of you Ames..." Becca grunted as they helped her down the stairs.

"You hear that? Yer just my food, that means I'm better than you," Amy giggled, glancing down at her midsection with half-open eyes. "And don't forget it..." she yawned.

After that she seemingly passed out again, and Becca and Nate had to work twice as hard to carry her the rest of the way. As they passed into the now quiet living room, Nate glanced around to survey the damage. There were spilled cups and trash all over the place, but the crowds of belligerent guests had vanished. He could see a small gathering of folks smoking weed out on the back porch, but inside there was no one left but the slumped bodies of blacked out teens draped across the couches.

As they neared the exit to the room, Nate spied Amber lying lazily across one of the double seaters, her pretty blonde head resting in the lap of her equally unconscious friend, Betty. Nate glanced down at the sparkling red fabric of the girl's dress around her midsection. There'd been at least two tiny women unlucky enough to end up in there over the course of the party, and Nate couldn't help but wonder if any others had been unlucky enough to join them since he'd seen her last...

As a matter of fact, they had.

Meg clenched her stinging eyes shut as as she leaned against the pulsing stomach wall wearily, attempting in vain to tune out the frantic screams of the man banging around at the other end of the chamber.

"Get me out of here! Let me out of here you bitch!" he shouted as he splashed through the churning sludge, punching at the uncaring wrinkled wall.

Ugh, what an annoying sound, Meg thought, slouched down chest deep in the chyme. Why couldn't he just get with the program?

Of course, she'd been right where he was not long ago, and she knew he'd have to suffer long and unendlingly as she had before he accepted the futility of his struggles. There was nothing she could say to convince him, he'd just have to experience to slow, crushing despair for himself. Meg hadn't heeded Charlotte's advice when she'd first been swallowed, but she now realized the little librarian had been right: they weren't getting out of here.

Meg let out a long shuddering sigh as the man continued to splash and scream. Charlotte was no longer with them, of course. She'd gone silent some time ago, and Meg was pretty sure she'd actually stepped on what was left of her somewhere beneath the churning goop at one point. But it had been a while now without any sign of her, and Meg wasn't sure if she'd fully dissolved or been sucked down into Amber's intestines for further processing.

Oh well, it wasn't like it fucking mattered either way.

The young girl grit her teeth through searing pain as she listened to calm, muffled heartbeat that thumped somewhere ahead, backed up by the slow, rhythmic breathing that inhaled and exhaled through the giant's lungs. Meg had figured out by now from the lack of movement and speech that Amber was sound asleep, getting a little well deserved rest while her stomach worked diligently to digest the little people inside it.

Strangely, she didn't even have it in her to hate Amber anymore. Sure, she was bitter about being eaten, but Meg felt she'd come to understand the rich girl a bit better after spending this much time within her bowels. Amber just was who she was, and Meg was who she was. Amber was rich and healthy, and Meg was unlucky enough to be poor and tiny. If their positions were reversed, Meg suspected she might subject Amber to some kind of similar treatment. Such were their roles in the world...

As she listened to Amber's steady, peaceful breathing, Meg tried to imagine what it must've been like to be Amber, to have nice things, time to just relax and have fun. It sounded quite nice. Maybe she'd get lucky and reincarnation would turn out to be a thing, and after she expired in here she'd come back as a pretty rich girl in her next life. She deserved at least that much after all this, Meg thought.

Another shuddering sight rattled out of her as she tried to brace herself against the burning on her skin. In a way she'd soon become a rich girl regardless, once Amber's body had absorbed her, she considered darkly.

"Help! Helllllp!!" the man cried at the other end of the stomach.

"Would you please just shut up..." Meg groaned, slouching down a little further into the churning sludge.

"I'm trying to digest in peace..."

Nate watched Amber's midsection for just a moment longer as a slight groan escaped it, then focused on carrying Amy towards the exit.

"Byyyye, Naaaate...." Amber's sleepy voice called from behind him. He turned to see her still laying still with her eyes closed. Was she faking it, or was she talking in her sleep?

"Mmm, sleepy..." she continued with a peaceful smile, "...finish our fun later..."

Becca shot Nate a suspicious glance. "Anything I should know about?"

"No, no idea," Nate lied quickly. He couldn't help but somewhat entertain the thought of taking Amber up on her offer at a later date. After all, him and Becca had agreed to not put labels on whatever this was, so it wasn't like she was his girlfriend...

Nate called the Uber as they made their way through the front courtyard, and they only had to wait on the sidewalk for a couple of minutes before their driver pulled up, a young woman with dyed red hair in a black sedan.

Nate and Becca helped Amy into the back right seat, the blonde girl neither aiding or resisting them in her state of unconsciousness. Becca then prepared to crawl in from the other side, but then she winced and hesitated with an uncomfortable exhale.

"Ugh, um, maybe it's better if I sit by the window, I had more to drink than I thought..."

"Are you going to puke?" Nate asked.

"I hope not..."

"Alright," Nate sighed, moving past her and taking the middle seat. She followed him in and sat beside him, closing the door behind her. Nate glanced up and saw the driver regarding him skeptically through the rear view mirror. Crap, she must've heard what Becca said...

"Uh, I promise we'll tip really good," Nate assured her.

The driver sighed and shook her head, and began driving down the road. 

Nate felt Becca rest her weary head on his shoulder as she leaned up against him. "Wake me when we're home, okay?" she whispered quietly. He nodded silently, and just moments later she was as unconscious as her friend, her cute little face looking so peaceful as it rested against him.

Nate began to realize the middle seat wasn't such a bad place to be. On his left, Becca's body was slumped against his, and on his right, Amy was leaned away against the window, but her body was slouched sideways enough enough that her round bottom was pressed up against his thigh. It was nice, feeling the warmth of the two pretty girls' bodies against his, as they slumbered peacefully on either side.

Nate glanced into the rear view to check on the driver. Her eyes were dutifully on the road before her. Nate felt himself stiffen just slightly as Amy mumbled in her sleep, sliding back a little and shifting her bum against his side. Did he dare test how deeply the girls' slept?

He decided to try Becca first, as she was less likely to murder him if he got caught. From the way she lay against him, there wasn't really an easy subtle way to grope at any of her fun bits, but that wasn't really his goal anyway. Slowly and subtly moving his left hand over, he moved to to the brunette's slim midsection and prodded at the violet fabric of her dress ever so lightly with his fingers.

"Hm," Becca hummed very quietly in her sleep near his ear, but otherwise she didn't stir.

Seemed like he was in the clear. Nate probed a bit more firmly at his friend's belly, then again, and before he knew it he was lightly kneading and massaging the soft flesh. Such a cute little tummy...he wanted desperately to tear through the violet fabric and glimpse the pale skin he knew lay underneath. But truthfully he wanted to see deeper than that, to glimpse that which he'd never seen: the true inside of Becca's stomach, where little Grace was trapped within...

Trapped. Grace might've objected to that descriptor, it really kind of undersold what she was going through. No, trapped was only the half of it...Grace was in hell.

"Ow, ow..." she whimpered weakly as the sticky, sugary sludge pressed in and out against her body, practically pinning her in place within the brunette's tight little stomach. It had been a pretty big slice of cake for such a slender girl, and things were more or less at capacity.

Grace winced and sucked painful breaths through her teeth. The stomach acids were well mixed with the chocolaty mush at this point, and there was no escaping the slow but ramping sting of them working at her skin, making the little blonde feel like she'd suffered a terrible sunburn all over her body. 

Dessert for a fucking teenager...you loser, Grace thought bitterly as the chamber groaned around her. Becca's cruel teasing had finally made it clear for her: she wasn't a winner after all. Winners didn't get eaten alive and drenched in some creep's cum. Winners didn't get shrunk by the fucking virus...

She choked out a little sob as she reached up to touch her once beautiful, silky blonde hair...but the boy's swallowed ejaculate had seen to despoiling it of those qualities. It had dried there atop her head, leaving it a rough tangle of crusty mats. I'm a fucking crusty cum sock, thought Grace. Would she have even a shred of dignity left in death?

Grace thought back to her fellow captives that she'd left for dead in Amber's box. She wondered if they were faring any better than her, and if maybe she should've stayed with them. Did she deserve this for abandoning them? She wasn't proud of what she'd done, but this still felt like a heavy price to pay for what had been a calculated decision. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered into the sweltering dark, hoping some loving god might accept her remorse and take pity on her. "I'm fucking sorry, okay?" she cried out.

But there was no response besides a deep gurgling from below. Grace sobbed as if she'd just heard the truth she already understood. There was only one higher power in this foul place, and her name was Becca. A cruel, brunette goddess, on whose altar Grace had been served up as an offering...

"Hmmm..." Becca hummed against softly in Nate's ear as he massaged her gurgling belly. He smiled and finally removed his hand, entranced by her sweet serenity. He suddenly wished Amy hadn't come with them. Maybe then he could convince her to spend the night with him. He didn't even care about sex in that moment, he just wanted to lay against her body all night under the covers. To watch her sleep so serenely while she digested the dessert he'd given her...

But Amy was with them. Nate turned slightly in his seat to study the short blonde with her bottom pressed against him. Man, she was really out...

Nate felt his fingers twitch mischievously. It would be so easy grab a nice handful of her supple breasts or buns right now, and she'd never even know...

Amy shifted slightly in the seat and unleashed a long squeaky fart all over Nate's thigh. Nate coughed and brought his hand to his mouth as the sulfuric odor instantly struck his nostrils. In his ear, even Becca whined weakly as her nose wrinkled in her sleep. There went any temptation he had to molest the sleeping girl. Perhaps he deserved that...

"Sorry Brad..." Amy apologized quietly in her sleep before smiling contentedly and getting cozy against the window.

Ugh. There was no escaping it as it completely filled the inside of the vehicle. So unfair that Brad got to enjoy and explore the fair parts of Amy, and Nate was stuck here dealing with this. Lucky big-dicked jerk. Nate glanced up to see their driver glaring furiously at him in the rear view mirror as she pulled her shirt up over her nose.

"Sorry..." Nate apologized meekly. "It'll be a really good tip..."

Thankfully the smell had mostly dissipated by the time they arrived. Nate woke Becca and together they sleepily helped Amy from the car. Nate looked away in embarrassment as the driver sped away, and he proceeded to enter the biggest Uber tip he'd ever left into the app.

"C'mon, lets get miss farty here to bed," Becca chuckled tiredly. Together they walked the sleepy girl to the front steps of Becca's house. Pulling the key out from under the mat, she unlocked the door and ushered Amy forward. "I got her from here."

"Alright well...goodnight?" Nate shrugged, standing close to her. He felt like he should do something...but Amy was right there. Becca stared back at him and bowed her head a little, shifting where she stood. It seemed she had some of the same anxiety.

"You guys fucked, I know it..." Amy mumbled glancing up at them. "You've both wanted to for a while, it's so obvious..."

"We didn't sleep together, Ames..." Becca sighed.

"I didn't say you slept, I said you fucked," Amy giggled before letting her head sag back down and closing her eyes.

Becca studied her for a moment, then waved a hand in front of the blonde's face. When there was no response, she smiled and leaned forward towards Nate. "Night," she said, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

"I knew it! You guys are totally fucking!" Amy gasped, coming alive again. The sleepy bitch was faking it!

Becca laughed and rolled her eyes as she stepped back into the doorway, pushing Amy along with her hips. "Bye!" she giggled, flashing one last quick smile at Nate as she shut the door. 

"Bye..." he said just a moment too late, now standing on the porch alone. He could just faintly hear the sounds of both girls giggling and gossiping from within, and he wondered how much Becca would tell Amy about their night. Shrugging, Nate shoved his hands into his pockets and began marching through dark towards his own house.

The biggest stupidest smile was plastered across his face as he stomped across the lawn, his mind aglow with the thoughts of the girl next door, every inch of her that he'd explored, and all the inches left to be discovered...

"Ooohhhh..." Amy moaned, stirred back to life by the throbbing in her head. What was going on? Was she sick or something?

She groaned as she ground her face deeper into her pillow. This unbearable feeling...she couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes it was so bad. She shifted under the covers as she continued to quietly groan, feeling sorry for herself. And why did her hips feel kind of sore too?

As she rolled onto her side, Amy's face contorted as she felt her guts practically ripple within her. She had to be sick...it was the only explanation for why her body seemed to be rebelling against her like this. She gave a quick little grunt and shifted her hips as she forced out some of the gas that was plaguing her bowels, resulting in a muffled trumpet blast beneath the covers. It was a small relief, but at least she felt slightly less bloated now.

"Amy I swear to God, if you fart in my bed one more time..." Becca's tired voice came from behind her.

Amy rolled over in surprise and finally squinted her eyes open to see her brunette friend lying on her back with a sleep mask over her eyes. What was Becca doing in her bed??

But then as Amy looked around, she realized it wasn't her bed, it was Becca's. How did she get here?

"What happened last night..?" Amy asked groggily, but Becca didn't respond. The brunette just continued laying there with her mouth slightly ajar, apparently already asleep again or close to it.

Guuuurgle...

Amy winced as her bowels bubbled. Maybe it was time she went to the bathroom...

Blushing slightly that she'd already farted on her friend at least once accidentally, Amy pulled herself from the bed as quietly as she could, a task that proved to be a herculean effort in her current physical state. Pouting pitifully, the short blonde shuffled across the carpet in nothing but her red panties towards the door to Becca's attached bathroom, making sure to grab her phone from the bedside table on the way. Seriously, why were her hips so sore..?

"Mmmmrrrr..." Amy groaned as she plopped down onto the toilet, her panties now around her ankles. She leaned forward and rested her weary head on one palm as she tried to scroll though her phone for clues about the night seemingly missing from her memory. It wasn't like her to forget things like this...

Huh, that was weird...she had a text from someone named "Brad[heart emoji]", which simply read "now u have my number"...did Becca put this in her phone as a joke? She didn't know a Brad, did she?

Amy clenched her eyes as the first fart ripped from her ass and echoed in the bowl below. Another two followed shortly after. Ugh...wherever she'd been, she hadn't been eating well apparently.

Things were starting to get moving now...she clicked on her photo app next while she waited to rid her body of the troublesome waste. What the...who was this guy??

Amy's eyes widened as she flipped through four unfamiliar selfies of herself posing with a stranger. She audibly gasped as noticed the shot glasses in their hands as her and the mysterious but handsome boy stuck out their tongues towards the camera. Then her cheeks blushed scarlet as she flipped to the next one—she was sitting in his lap!!

Oh my God. The party.

The revelation was apparently enough to literally scare the shit out of her as she began to finally begin her deposit into the bowl below. She remembered getting there, and roughly what the giant house had been like, but after that it was so blurry. Fuck, she must have blacked out! Amy bit her lip nervously. How could she have allowed herself to get so drunk? She desperately hoped she didn't do anything too stupid or embarrassing...

"Ow!" she yelped as something rough slid out of her down below. Finally it was all out of her, but Amy frowned as she began to pee. That was weird, the last time she'd had felt something like that was when...

Amy gasped and nearly dropped her phone. Had she eaten somebody??

The blonde quickly began wiping herself as her mind strained to remember. Becca had said there were going to be shrinkies at the party, but it was still so blurry. But she definitely remembered that feeling from last time, with that little teacher girl she'd eaten (her and Becca had looked the two girls up online after the fact.) Who the heck did she just shit out?

Done wiping, Amy got up and looked down into the bowl. Ugh, that definitely didn't look like a healthy poo...this was just another reason why binge drinking was so stupid. Sure enough though, there were the little bones sticking out here and there...who were you, little person?

Then as if in reply, the little face flashed in her memory. Oh yeah, that little spooky girl...

Amy couldn't remember the context, but she could vaguely recall the gothic little thing dangling in front of her face. Hmph, well that was a bit of a relief. She'd started to feel kinda guilty there, but she guessed if it had to be someone...

A smug little smile formed on Amy's lips as she flushed the toilet and watched her waste spiral away from view. Girls like that got on her nerves, to be honest. They just always had to go out of their way to distract everyone around them with their obnoxious aesthetic, like everyone was supposed to care about their personal drama. Why not just keep it yourself like everyone else and be normal?

Well, she'd sure showed her, Amy thought as her little smile spread into a naughty grin. This was a victory for good girls everywhere as far as she was concerned. Maybe loosening up every once in a while wasn't such a bad thing.

"Amy!" Becca's voiced called from outside as the bathroom door shook and banged. "Get out of there! I have to shit!"

Crude as ever, Amy thought disapprovingly as she washed her hands and unlocked the door.

"Augh! Finally!" said Becca, pushing past Amy as soon as she opened the door. Wearing nothing but a loose fitting gray t-shirt and her pink panties, Becca wasted no time dropping her underwear and plopping down on her porcelain throne, not even waiting for Amy to leave the bathroom.

"Becca!" Amy shielded her eyes as she fled the room, but she had to hurry back a moment later to close the door.  Someone had to look after her friend's modesty...

"Aaaaaahhh..." Becca sighed with relief as she finally allowed herself to stop clenching. She'd initially been looking forward to this, but after having to wait for Amy while the pressure continued to mount in her bowels, she just wanted it all out.

What a night, Becca thought with a sleepy grin as a little gas squeaked out of her. The grin only spread as her memories from the balcony with Nate replayed in her head. How he'd held her, how he'd kissed her...

God, it was fucking embarrassing how giddy she felt. She felt like such a silly little girl with a crush when she thought about it, but it didn't change fluttering feeling. She didn't even flinch as the hard pokey bits nagged at her anus slightly as the last of it slid out. Nothing could spoil her mood, least of all Blondie there.

Wiping up, she rose and regarded her latest conquest smugly. Hmph, she doubted the little thing would've done very well at the Olympics anyway. After all, Becca's tush had handled her without much trouble, and she was hardly an athlete.

The brunette grinned as she flushed, thinking about how Nate had grabbed her ass when he'd implied this outcome. God she'd felt so sexy in that moment...

She made her way to the sink and began to wash up. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Becca took note of her smeared makeup and the absolutely sorry state of her once elegant top bun. She looked a little ghoulish compared to last night, she thought bitterly, which definitely soured her feelings of sexiness just a bit. Still, she fixated on the mangled bun atop her head. A night of sleep was partially responsible, but she knew most of the damage was due to Nate's brutish grabbing.

That fucking jerk, practically trying to fuck my face like that, she thought. But at the same time she couldn't help but smile, chewing her lip a bit at the memory. As degrading as it was, there was something hot about being used like that, being able to give him that much pleasure, letting him do what he wanted with her...

Ugh, it was so embarrassing in a way! Her stupid friend Nate, who she'd known since they were both little kids, she couldn't believe she'd let that dumb boy put his dick in her mouth...and yet she had, and she'd loved it. It didn't hurt that she got to send his load down to her little blonde passenger, of course. God, she was so glad he'd gotten her a blonde...it was so cathartic after an evening enduring that spoiled skank.

Still, she'd have to get him back for that shit he'd pulled, holding her down like that. Maybe next time she'd make him eat her out and really squeeze his head with her thighs until he begged her to release him. That'd show him. Ooh, or maybe she'd make him eat her ass for a while, she hadn't tried that with a guy yet. She wondered if he'd be into that, though it might be even more fun if he wasn't, she thought with a little giggle.

Reliving the memories and possible futures for just a few more blissful moments, Becca finally exited the bathroom and stepped back into her room. Amy was laying on her stomach atop her bed, still mostly nude, looking at her phone with visible concern.

"Um, Becca...who's Brad?" Amy asked nervously.

Becca grinned and hurried over to the bed, flopping down next to her friend.

"Well, Ames, let me tell you about your night..."

Amber waved goodbye to Betty from the front doorway, the last of her guests finally gone from her house. Well done, she mentally congratulated herself. Truly a legendary party for the ages...

She yawned as she ambled back inside, regarding the mess in the living room with indifference. She'd probably have to tidy up just a little before her parents got home to avoid excessive lecturing, but not more than that. That was what the maids were for, after all.

She trudged up the stairs half blindly, her eyes barely open as she tried to spare her hungover brain from any excess stimulation. She'd had worse, but it still needled at her. Luckily she had her own special cure for situations like these.

Stepping into her room, Amber slipped off her party dress and dropped it into a pile with her bra and panties. She walked over to her bedside table and picked up her shrinky box, peering down into the glass window of its lid. They'd smoked a little weed last night before officially shutting down the party, and Amber had passed around the remaining party favors to her friends once the munchies began to set in. All save for the little Asian woman huddling in the corner, fearfully staring up at the nude giant.

Amber always made sure to save one for later. She was practical like that.

"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you," Amber smiled sweetly down at the shivering little woman. She picked up the box and began carrying it towards the bathroom.

"Ready to help me feel better?"

Amber set the box down on the edge of the sink and walked over to turn the shower on. It would be nice to wash the party stank off; she couldn't really tell, but she was sure she was a little ripe after passing out on the couch last night. Returning to the box, Amber popped open the lid and plucked out the little protesting woman inside, lifting her up to face level. Amber regarded the pitiful blubbering thing with lazy indifference. She looked a couple of years older than her, and for just a moment Amber wondered who this little woman was. What was her name? Where was she from? Did she got to school, and where?

But then she just as quickly lost interest as she was reminded of the throbbing ache in her head. None of that really mattered, this bitch had only one real purpose as far as Amber was concerned.

"Try to give me a good struggle, I'll appreciate the distraction," Amber instructed the shrinky before opening her mouth and popping the shrieking thing inside. She wasted no time tasting and sucking on the poor thing as she stepped into the shower.

Aaahhh...the warm water felt so good running down her naked body. She hummed and giggled happily between her closed lips as she rubbed the suds over her breasts, ruthlessly battering the squirming person in her mouth with her tongue. She could still feel the throbbing in her skull, but it hardly bothered her now. It was funny what an effective distraction the little screams echoing in her head could be, but Amber always found it did the trick.

Finally stepping out of the shower, Amber reached for one of the towels waiting for her on the warming rack, one of the many luxuries in her life she took for granted. Ah, nothing better than a toasty warm towel to dry the body. There weren't really people who lived without this kind of thing, were there?

Drying off a bit, Amber paused just briefly as she felt a slight pressure in her bowels. Shrugging, she quickly swallowed the little Asian girl down, silencing her muffled cries, then set her towel aside as she sat down onto the toilet. 

Amber hummed quietly as she leaned forward, her wet blonde hair hanging down flat at the sides of her face. Yep, truly a legendary party; they'd be talking about this one at Saint Abigail's for years to come, long after she'd graduated. The games, the drama, the shrinkies, Nate...

Amber smiled as she thought of the strange boy, just as a quick and dainty fart squeaked out beneath her. She'd taken a chance inviting someone like that, but it had certainly paid off. Amber had lost count of the number of shrinkies she'd swallowed since the whole fad had kicked off. Besides the ones she'd regularly buy from June, her family knew people who could get them for her through shadowy channels, but they always came from far off and impoverished places like southeast Asia. They were still fun in their own right, but Amber preferred June's stock. It was more fun when her prey could understand her, homegrown here in the USA...

Still, even with the countless little souls that had filled her belly, never had she once felt like that before. Finally, someone else who got it. It was such a shame they hadn't been able to finish; she'd really been wanting to try that thing for a while...

She'd have to make sure she saw him again, Amber decided as the last of her digested waste plopped out of her. She barely paid it any notice, even despite the slight irritation from the troublesome little bones—she was practiced enough at this that it just felt routine. Nate's friend Amy had been funny too, in a nerdy way. But the other one...

Amber's lips turned just slightly as she wiped up, picturing the skinny brunette's face. She'd clocked the girl's interest in Nate as soon as they'd walked in her front door—it was so pathetically obvious. It annoyed the blonde slightly, but not out of jealousy. As if she could be threatened by a little mouse like that... 

She got up and flushed, barely regarding the remains of the three souls she'd callously turned into shit. No, it was that she felt bad for Nate. Someone with such rare tastes deserved better than that plain, skinny thing.

Amber smiled as she wrapped the towel around her body, looking down and appreciating the way her bountiful breasts bunched up as they were constrained by the wrapping. So obviously better and bigger than those of the brunette. Well, if that bitch wanted to be her rival, then so be it. It was all the better for Amber that way. It was like she'd told Nate, it was so much more fun to take things when someone else didn't want you to.

Amber grinned wickedly in the mirror, her blue eyes sparkling as she imagined the look on her rival's face when she'd eventually come to accept that Nate belonged to Amber. Oh, that delicious day couldn't come soon enough. She wanted it so badly...

Amber's grin widened as she noted the slight tickle from the frightened girl in her belly. And that's the best part about being me, Amber thought to herself.

I always get what I want...