All The Way Down by Aracelis

“Look out!”

Cali was roused from deep thoughts just in time to see the roomba barrelling towards her. Its dual sweepers viciously raked the floor, shoveling shed hair and dust bunnies into its mechanical maw. It was almost on top of her! Thinking quickly, she dropped into a defensive stance, bracing the mop in her hands against a crack in the faux-wood paneling.

Not a moment too soon. The roomba hit the mop handle dead on. For a moment Cali was like a medieval boar hunter, with the beast skewered on the end of her spear. Then the bumper engaged, and the circular robot spun in place and took off in a random direction.

Cali took a deep breath to slow her racing heart. The mop slipped from shaky fingers. That was a close one.

“Are you okay?” Jenna called from the coffee table.

Cali gave a thumbs up.

“Did Nessie change the schedule again?” she asked.

“She must have,” Alex called from beneath the TV stand. Her squat, curvy little form wiggled out into the open, sweeping dirt and crumbs into the path of the trundling vacuum. Dust bunnies clung to her frizzy, bouncy red curls. “That, or it’s already Friday.”

“I wish she’d stop doing that without warning us,” Cali sighed. She wiped the sweat from her brow; her wavy brown hair was plastered to her forehead. Stooping to pick up her mop again, she returned to the trail of tiny dots along her mistress’s path to her computer room. Spills from some kind of food or drink.

Nessie was forgetful of just how dangerous her house could be. To someone of her stature, an errant roomba was no worse than a soft bump to the ankle, but Cali and the rest of her group barely broke three inches tall. She could easily have ended up tangled in the rollers, or crammed against the dust filter, unable to breathe.

Or maybe they were the forgetful ones. It could very well be Friday by this point. The days blended together, and it wasn’t often they got to see a calendar. Nessie was too modern for a paper calendar, so the only ways to check the date were her phone or her computer, which were kept high above their heads.

“Nessie was asking us to clean her desk today,” Jenna said, tying her near-black hair back in a ponytail. Her long, slender legs kicked as she sat. A V-shaped chunk the width of her torso was missing out of the edge a couple inches to her left, exposing the particle board. Damage from a previous owner. “We can check what day it is on her computer screen.”

Cali cringed. Desk duty was the worst chore on their list. It put them into close proximity with Nessie, and when that happened, Nessie tended to get a little… grabby.

That wasn’t to say she was a bad owner! They were well fed and looked after, and most of the time left to their own devices so long as the house stayed clean. She just… had issues with respecting their personal space, which was a depressingly normal attitude for bigger people to have. Tinies were viewed more like walking talking dolls than people.

Being poked and pinched was low on Cali’s list of concerns though. What she dreaded most was being selected as the infamous “thinking buddy.” Her heart skipped a couple beats as she thought of it. Though truth be told, not entirely from discomfort or fear.

“Didn't we do it last time?” she asked. “It’s the counter crew's turn!”

There were six girls in this house, split between the floor cleaning crew of Cali, Jenna, and Alex, and the countertop cleaning crew of Mael, Sam, and Trinity. Cali didn’t see the countertop girls very often—their living quarters were up high so they didn't have to exhaust themselves climbing up and down every day. But they made time once every couple of months to get together and have a little weekend party before going their separate ways again.

Cali realized with a little thrill that if today really was Friday, then the next weekend party started tonight. The last two months had both dragged on and flown by in equal measure. She attacked the stains with a renewed vigor. In just a few hours, she'd get to see Trinity again.

Trinity was the newest girl in the group. A shy, cute little thing with auburn hair and bright, expressive brown eyes. Cali and her had become fast friends, and if their last visit was anything to go by… maybe something a little more. The two of them had snuck off together, sharing a passionate night in the left cup of Nessie’s discarded bra. They'd tired themselves out so thoroughly, Nessie had almost put the bra back on with them in it!

Cali wanted to explore that more. She wished that she could join the countertop team, but Jenna and Alex had been in the house the longest, so they had first pick of the new girls.

“It’s supposed to be, but they're falling behind again,” Jenna said.

“How?” Cali whined. “All they've got is the table and the kitchen counters! And we cleaned the bathroom vanities for them last week!”

“Hey, it’s not like they have a roomba to help them,” Jenna shot back. “So we'll just have to help them instead.”

Cali groaned, but held her tongue. She knew why they were falling behind. They all did, they just didn't say anything. It was because of Mael.

Tinies like them were a bit of a commodity in some circles. The laws of the bigs didn’t apply to them. “Officially,” they were declared to have some rights, but those had yet to be written down and legally enforced. And so, the sale of tinies, while only barely legal, was legal enough to have developed a bit of an underground following. It was a long and complicated process (on the tinies’ end), but so long as they willingly signed a contract, anyone could buy them.

Most tinies went with the individual sale route, as it was the safest option. There was more control over where you ended up and who you ended up with. But there were also promotional contracts, which offered a much better deal at the cost of getting to choose your owner.

Both Jenna and Mael were promotional tinies. Jenna was a new signup reward for an anime subscription box. Mael though, she was a one-of-a-kind, grand prize collectible. Nessie had won her from a preorder raffle for one of her dating sim games.

Given her status as the rarest and most valuable tiny in the house, Mael went to great lengths to avoid any sort of work that had the possibility of, in her words, “ruining her condition.” She prided herself on staying near-mint, which usually meant the rest of her group had to pick up the slack in any situation that had the possibility of marking her perfect skin. That meant no cuts, calluses, bruises, bumps, or blisters. All things that came with general cleaning duties.

In some ways, Cali was glad she wasn't on countertop duty. Mael was nice, really, but she was such a diva. She wasn't sure how well she'd handle that on a daily basis, especially with how often they got behind. Cali was too much of a people pleaser to be okay with leaving jobs for other people to do.

Conversely though, she was more than happy to help them out today. The faster they got through their work, the faster their weekend could begin and she could see Trinity again. She would brave Nessie’s desk alone, with naught but a broom to ward off the grabby hands if it got them off the clock.

“Cali, fucking pay attention!” Jenna shouted from above. The roomba had bumped and bounced its way back onto a collision course with her. She hurriedly scooted to the side, letting it pass her by. “What is it with you today?!”

“Sorry!” Cali winced. “I think I’ve got a low-grade migraine… the floor’s done, though.”

“Great, pass the mop up here. She’s got flecks of soy sauce everywhere. How much sushi can a girl eat?”

Alex emerged from under the TV stand again, shoving a whole chicken nugget with her push broom. The roomba promptly ran it over with one of its wheels and mushed it. She sighed, and started ripping it into chunks small enough for the sweepers to capture.

"I thought she was supposed to be getting an upgrade sometime soon," she said. "One of those ones with infrared detection and room mapping."

"She's been looking at that one for months," Cali said. "She'll buy it when it goes on sale."

"I sure hope so. It'd make our lives a lot easier down here."

Cali tied off her mop and bucket to a shoe string dangling off the edge of the coffee table and gave it a tug. Jenna waved in acknowledgement and started hauling the bucket up.

"Do you need any help up there?"

"I got it. You take a break. Get some water and rest your head. Away from the roomba."

Cali nodded gratefully and stepped up onto the lower shelf of the coffee table. They had set this area up as a sort of break station. There was a bottle of water, a slice of cheese, and a cracker set on a napkin. At their size, it made for a perfect picnic blanket. Any crumbs they dropped could be swept off the shelf for the roomba to take care of later.

A couple seconds after Cali had vacated the floor, that damn mechanical beast lumbered past her for the third time.

"It does seem to like me today," she said.

"It won't leave you alone, but I can't get it over here to save my life," Alex grumbled. She jumped in place, waving her arms. A necklace of discarded soda can tabs jingled around her neck. "Hey, you dumb robot! Come get this chicken nugget already!"

"It’s gonna eat'cha one day if you're not careful," Jenna warned from above.

Cali pouted a little. She grabbed the lid from the water bottle and filled it. The bottle was one of those small, disposable ones that only held a cup of water, but even that was taller than she was. It took a lot of strength for her to wrestle it down, and when she poured, she missed the cap with the first drop. The napkin sucked it up.

She took a few sips. The cool water helped with the pounding in her head. She leaned back against some ancient anime magazines, rubbing her temples.

"Anything good under there?" she asked Alex.

"Nothing so far. Some balled-up foil wrappers, and that chicken nugget."

"Damn."

"I know. I was hoping for some plastic; my top is starting to rip again."

"We can't always be lucky," Cali sighed.

None of the girls who ended up in this apartment had come with clothes, with the exception of the promotional tinies. Though admittedly, Mael didn't have much for clothes; accessories might be a better word. She was modeled after the protagonist of her dating sim, which followed the exploits of a hyper-sexualized Pictish witch as she seduced sexy Roman legionnaire ladies. She came with chains for her neck and waist, a faux fur waist wrap, and a gnarled wooden staff.

Jenna at least came with a full outfit. She'd been dressed up as some anime girl from an obscure show that Nessie was obsessed with. As is common with subscription boxes though, the quality was subpar and her clothes quickly fell apart.

For the rest of them, Nessie had provided some of her old clothes to cut up and sew into outfits. Cali and Jenna wore simple gray dresses made from an old T-shirt and belted with a bit of black yarn. Alex, ever the eccentric one, had a black skirt cut from a pair of leggings, a candy wrapper tube top, a poncho fashioned from Nessie's old static mat (and adorned with a broken Q keycap), and of course her soda tab necklace.

Cali broke off a couple pieces of cracker and cheese, and set them aside for her friends. She took her own chunks, and set them in her lap while she took another drink of water. Refreshed, she began to nibble at her lunch.

The cracker was a bit stale, and the cheese a bit hard, but it did the job. That was another thing on Nessie's wishlist: tiny kitchen appliances. One day soon, they'd be sitting here drinking fresh, still-refrigerated water and eating diced vegetables, tiny-sized bread and jam, meats, salads…

Sadly, Nessie could get two of the upgraded roombas for the price of the bread maker alone. That's where the real price of buying tinies came in. Companies gouged you for the accessories.

She was nowhere near ungrateful, though! A cracker and some cheese was a feast to Cali. Being small in a big's world was hard. It was a constant struggle for survival which usually involved stealing from their giant neighbors' pantries just to put food on the table. The difficulty of their lives was a big part of why so many tinies signed the contracts to begin with.

Each of the tinies in this house had their own reasons for signing the contract. Mael and Jenna did it for their 15 minutes of fame, their pictures plastered on ads across the internet. Trinity did it to get away from home. Sam… Sam did it because she thought the bigs were hot.

Sam was a bit of an odd one. Technically she was a promotional tiny, but for a failed and questionably legal startup that tried to capitalize on size fetishists. Everyone who'd signed a contract knew what happened behind closed doors, but they'd been the first to say it out loud, in public. They only managed to sell 30 “products” before the company was shut down, one of which was Sam.

Nessie wasn't her original buyer, though. The other odd thing about Sam was that she was the only tiny who had come to the house through in-person means. Nessie bought her at a Mini Meetup (one of the few in-person ways to get a tiny, and one of the only times Nessie left the house).

For her own part, Cali had done it so that those she'd left behind could be better off as well. She had negotiated a percentage of the profits to be used to buy food and supplies for her family and friends back in her village. It didn't take much; a dollar's worth of non-perishables could feed her whole village for a week!

Alex jogged by, chasing the roomba with the push broom to force it into the direction she wanted it to go. She was another with a complex reason. Alex now was short for Alexis, but it used to be short for Alexander. As one might imagine, being trans in a community that couldn't guarantee food every day meant that Alex had zero chance of ever receiving gender affirming care. Her contract required her to be afforded the opportunity to transition.

And thus far, Nessie was doing great with it! Alex had been on HRT for almost a year, and had gotten top surgery already. Her bottom surgery was tentatively set for sometime late this year into early next year, depending on finances. Cali honestly hoped that Nessie didn't buy the upgraded roomba or the tiny breadmaker, if it meant seeing Alex finally cross that off her list.

The shoelace rope dropped off the coffee table, and Jenna slid down it. Her t-shirt dress hiked up as it slipped between her thighs. Cali felt her breath hitch in her chest. Jenna had very lovely, shapely legs. She'd been selected as a cosplay model because of them, as she was quick to tell any of the new ladies who wound up in the house. Her specific character—Cali could never remember the name—had a tiny miniskirt that only barely covered pretty sky blue panties, and white stockings all the way up to mid-thigh. Legs were the main focus of the outfit, and Jenna modeled it beautifully.

Now here she was, wearing a scrap of Nessie's ratty T-shirt. And yet she still somehow made it look good! Her outfit had long since disintegrated, but the confidence she came with had never faded.

Jenna caught her staring and grinned. A blush colored Cali’s pale cheeks, and she turned her hazel eyes to the napkin.

"I-I got you guys some food set up," she stammered.

"Uh huh."

Jenna stalked over to her with purpose in her steps, standing over Cali and looking straight down her body at the top of her head. Cali felt those pretty blue eyes studying her, as they had many times before. Her face was burning. Despite living in a house designed for people whose height was measured in feet, it was moments like this where she truly felt three inches tall.

"You know I saved your life," Jenna continued. "Twice, in like five minutes."

"Y-you did… thank you for that, by the way."

"Why don't you say thanks to my pussy and asshole while I eat?"

Cali meekly nodded. Jenna deftly spun and sat next to her, spreading those long, gorgeous legs. Inviting her between them. With her heart beating out of her chest, Cali crawled forward on her hands and knees to accept the invitation.

Jenna stopped her with a foot against her forehead.

"Careful with the panties. They're the last thing I came with that's still good."

"Yes ma'am."

Cali knew how to be careful with the panties. She'd done this plenty of times before. There wasn't much else to do in the house for someone of their stature, so they fucked. Jenna and Alex had quickly discovered that Cali gave the best head. She wasn't the best at blowjobs—that was Sam—but her rimming skills were plenty good enough to make Alex's toes curl.

The girls also learned that Cali was a massive, massive bottom. It was in Cali’s nature to put others’ needs above her own, and as such she spent a considerable amount of her off time between Jenna’s legs and under Alex's ass.

This was why she'd been chosen for the floor team. Not for her work ethic, or her bright and cheerful disposition. She was on the floor team because she was an obedient little fuck toy.

Time to make Jenna glad she chose her.

She rested on her elbows, guiding Jenna’s smooth, tan thighs onto her forearms. Jenna was actually tan, but any color of thighs would look tan compared to Cali. She was so pale she made Nessie look tan, and Nessie made paper jealous.

As she ducked beneath the hem of the dress, she was greeted by the all-too familiar sight of those sky blue panties. The material was decent quality, probably cotton. It was the stitching that had sucked. Thankfully, the girls were well-versed in sewing and had been able to save them.

Delicately, she slipped her fingers into the leg holes, and “walked” the elastic band down off her hips. The smell of Jenna’s pussy wafted up into her nostrils. Sweet, musky, and already wet with arousal. Cali kissed the pubic mound. It had been a couple days since Jenna had shaved. Stubble pricked her lips and tongue as she tenderly made love to the tan skin within her reach.

Once the panties were off completely, Cali got to work. Her soft lips traced the edges of Jenna’s labia. The (comparatively) tall girl had such a pretty pussy to go along with her gorgeous, athletic build. Pretty and pink, with lips that protruded just enough to suck on. And suck she did. Cali’s mouth sealed on the left one and drew it in, running her tongue along the softer and more sensitive inside. Jenna’s hips pressed upwards eagerly in response, and a soft exhale came from above.

Something else came from above too just then, as a pitter-patter of crumbs dropped on her head. She ignored it, too focused on her rhythm. Each lick had to be perfect for Jenna. She was already dripping. She moved to the thighs next, pressing her face into the muscle, feeling it flex against her face. Tasting the salt of her sweat as her natural musk made Cali almost delirious in her desire to please.

After a few moments longer of teasing around the edges, it was time to make good on her work. She pressed back toward the center, plunging her tongue into the wet, tight tunnel. Her nose tickled at Jenna’s clit as the sweet taste of her arousal ran across her tongue. Jenna gave an adorable little yelp, and more crumbs fell on her.

Cali moved higher, running her tongue against the clit in tight, slow circles, before returning to her ministrations down below. As she sucked her way along the edge of Jenna’s labia, a hand on her head shoved her lower still. The hips tilted, thighs lifting and spreading wider.

“Work your magic,” Jenna commanded with heavy breaths.

Her heart skipped a beat. Jenna’s pretty tan pucker was presented before her. It was clean, aside from the usual sweat from the day. All of the girls were excessively hygienic, as even something as simple as a cold was much more serious at their size.

Cali began her work on the outer cheeks. Her lips pressed delicately at first, barely brushing Jenna’s exquisitely toned ass. As Jenna’s excitement and anticipation grew, Cali pressed more firmly. There was confidence and precision in her methodology. She was damn good at this, and she knew it.

She felt movement coming from behind; the soft footfalls of Alex coming up to join them. Ignoring it, she began to work inward. Licking the inner cheek. Kissing just above Jenna’s tailbone. Her nose poked the pucker, and it clenched in response.

"Oh, we're using Cali?" Alex said, her voice muffled by the dress. "Don't mind if I do…"

Instinctively, Cali lifted her hips and arched her belly toward the napkin. It was muscle memory at this point. If Alex wanted to fuck her, Alex got to fuck her. As the bottom of the tiny hierarchy, it was her place to service her betters whenever they got the urge. It made sense that Nessie wouldn't really see them as "people," but sometimes Cali felt like her peers didn't see her as a person either. And she was ashamed to admit that it turned her on.

Her dress was lifted out of the way. Unlike Jenna, Cali had no panties. She was fully exposed for Alex, and already dripping wet from being used for Jenna’s pleasure. Her pussy was pink and petite, with small labia and inner lips that turned very red with arousal. Though she wasn’t normally one to brag, her ass was perfect. Shapely, taut, and ideal for spanking, which everyone else in the house took great pleasure in doing.

With excitement and anticipation building in her chest, Cali tried her hardest to devote all of her attention to the task at hand. Her kissing and licking had finally started to zero in on her target, and she was going for a bullseye.

Alex's hand rested on her hip, as the other aligned her dick with Cali’s delicate little hole. The head slipped between her soaked lips, catching right at the entrance. Her thighs clenched, back arching just a little further as she braced herself for penetration.

Alex entered her with a quick thrust. Heat spread through her lower belly as the invading cock pushed into her pussy. Cali let out a shuddering exhale as she gave Jenna’s asshole a light peck. She still wasn't used to penetrative sex. Sam had given her several pointers on how to do it better, but the feeling of being filled still surprised her every time. Luckily Alex wasn't very "big," or else she might not be able to handle it.

As Alex began to fuck her, pleasure flowed through her abdomen. Cali bit her lip, collecting herself for a moment before returning to her duty to the booty. Her tongue pressed against Jenna’s hole, the taste of her sweat spreading over her taste buds. Diligently, she attended to the wrinkled edges of the pucker with short licks and quick kisses. Her ultimate goal was to get Jenna to relax. Then the fun could begin.

She was oh so close. The hole beneath her tongue was starting to relax. Cali prepared for entry, but at that moment, Alex picked up speed and she wasn’t braced. Her next kiss hit harder than she wanted, and Jenna tightened back up against her lips.

Cali exhaled with equal parts frustration and pleasure. The thrusts below elicited a soft gasp. She was getting close already. She didn’t want to be close yet. She still had work to do. Jenna wasn’t going to be happy with her if she didn’t finish the job. But she couldn’t ask Alex to slow down, because then she’d be choosing Jenna’s pleasure over hers.

In a rare moment of clarity, she was struck by how much she’d sacrificed in her role in this house. Her own pleasure and comfort were irrelevant to her in this moment. All she wanted was to please them both, equally.

That would require some introspection. Later though. Right now she had an ass to eat. Her kisses softened, her licks growing longer and calmer. Almost as if she was apologizing to Jenna’s asshole for startling it.

Her apology was accepted. In less than a minute, her dutiful ministrations had Jenna relaxed and primed for entry. The tip of her tongue pressed to the tight ring of flesh, and it slipped right in. Jenna gasped, letting out a needy little whine as Cali pressed forward, hips firmly braced against Alex's pounding to avoid any further surprises.

Cali gave soft moans through her nose as her tongue began to rub and lick against the tight sphincter and soft inner walls. Her nose scrunched against the perineum, wet with Jenna’s arousal. The musky scent filled her nostrils, sending shivers down her spine. She was so, so close. Between what she was doing to Jenna and what Alex was doing to her, she felt like she was going to explode. It was taking conscious effort not to lose herself in the pleasure.

As she teetered on the knife's edge of what was shaping up to be a leg-shaking, toe-curling, mind-numbing orgasm, Cali doubled down and shoved her tongue in as deep as she could. Her nose slipped off Jenna’s perineum and into her pussy, earning her a squeal.

The thrusting of her tongue turned desperate as she raced to finish Jenna off before she lost control. As much as she desperately wanted to surrender to it, a larger part of her saw her own pleasure as an inconvenience. She'd just gotten her tongue in Jenna, and now she'd have to get her asshole relaxed again when it inevitably slipped out during orgasm. She'd be up all night making up for it.

Perhaps fortunately for her (or for her later sleep schedule, should she fail to satisfy), her choice in the matter was taken away as the booming voice of their mistress rang out from down the hall.

“Giiiiiirrrrllls!” Nessie said. “I need a thinking buddy!”

Everything stopped. Alex buried herself fully inside of Cali as she froze. Jenna’s legs came back down on Cali’s back, yanking her tongue out of the asshole and putting it out of reach. For her part, Cali took a little longer to respond to the call. Her hips wiggled against Alex’s crotch, and she tried to return to eating out Jenna’s pussy before the dress was yanked off her head and a hand on her forehead stopped her.

“Shit,” Alex said.

“Cali you gotta go,” Jenna said.

Cali’s heart, already beating hard with lust, skipped a few beats as the emotion changed to dread and anxiety in an instant.

“Wh-why me?!” she whined, her voice plaintive and afraid.

“You know she likes you best,” Alex said.

“Sh-she likes me best because no one else ever goes… I've been the only thinking buddy for weeks!”

It had started ramping up after their last party. When Nessie caught Cali and Trinity in her bra, she'd used the two of them the whole rest of the day. Cali only got a reprieve when one of her migraines started. Trinity had given her so much shit from the countertop after that.

You owe me big time, she'd said, with a playful gleam in her bright brown eyes.

Cali had paid back the debt, but the interest was insane.

“Exactly, so you should be used to it at this point,” Jenna said, a little too quickly.

“One of us needs to go so we can check the date,” Alex added.

Cali gasped. Alex had started moving again, giving soft thrusts even as she tried to convince her to leave. She squirmed, the gentle pleasure at odds with the dread settling in the pit of her stomach, but the grip on her hips tightened. Her body automatically reassumed the position, her submissive nature subconscious by now.

“C-can’t you wait?” Cali whined. “If it really is Friday, you can get Sam to finish you off later…”

Cali couldn’t see Alex's face, but Jenna’s fell as soon as the words left her lips. Her eyes looked over her head, meeting with Alex’s behind her back. Uh oh. Were Alex and Sam fighting again? Those two were such an on again, off again pair. There weren't any real couples here, but Alex and Sam were about as close as it got. Most of the time, anyway.

Sam got jealous of Jenna every now and then. The two of them looked very similar, with blue eyes and dark brown hair, but Jenna was the more conventionally attractive. Sam was built somewhere between Alex and Jenna. A little bit of curve, but not quite as voluptuous as Alex, and not as taut and athletic as Jenna. Due to this, she sometimes worried that Alex might see Jenna as an “upgrade,” and stop caring about her. She always got sad and quiet whenever she saw Alex and Jenna having sex…

Even though Cali spent more time on Alex’s cock and under her ass than Jenna ever did. But Cali was the sex toy, so she wasn’t a threat in Sam’s mind.

“Sorry…” Cali mumbled when neither of them spoke.

She started pushing back into Alex's hips, offering her pussy in apology for bringing up a sensitive topic. She would have preferred to apologize from under Alex, but that could wait. Cali was popular at these meetups, and if Sam wasn't going to participate with Alex, she already knew she'd be pulling overtime to keep everyone satisfied. She just hoped Sam would still bring treats from Nessie's countertop candy stash, like she always did.

Cali reached for Jenna’s thighs, trying to place herself between them again, but was stopped with a tap on her forehead.

“We can't make Nessie wait too long now,” Jenna said.

Cali nodded, her heart settling in the pit of her stomach. Her “friends” had made up their minds. Once again, she felt less than human in their eyes. She would end up going to assist Nessie. Not because they'd talked her into it, but because they didn't respect her enough to care about her feelings.

As if to cement this point, Cali felt the telltale pulse of Alex's cock as she came inside her. The other girls were more concerned with their own orgasms than anything Cali was thinking or feeling in the moment. She was just a tool for them. Used for pleasure and used to avoid discomfort.

“We’ll make it up to you, promise," Jenna said, seeing the look on Cali’s face.

Cali knew this wouldn’t be made up to her. The girls just said that to make her feel better. Their version of “making it up to her” would be making her finish the job that Nessie had just interrupted.

But to be completely true to her feelings, she was already looking forward to it. A couple hours with Nessie, and they could get back to this in the comfort of their own beds, with three more girls for her to please.

It wasn’t like she disliked the idea of what Nessie was about to do to her, either… though that concerned her more than anything else right now.

“Fine,” she mumbled, slipping off of Alex's cock as she sat up.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Alex said. “I’ll sit on your face tonight.”

“I’ll get Mael to do that thing she does with your clit that you love so much,” Jenna added.

A hot blush washed over Cali’s pale cheeks. Now she was really looking forward to later.

“Oh giiiiiirrrrrlllls,” Nessie sang, her voice echoing down the chasmic hall to their little alcove.

“Coming!” Cali shouted as loud as she could manage. Nessie wouldn’t be able to understand her, but she’d at least hear that there was a response to her request.

She pushed past Jenna and retrieved her bottle cap of water. Cali quickly washed her hands and face and wiped Alex's cum from between her legs. She was a bit tactile avoidant. Her body retained touch memory for a while, and only by scrubbing herself did the feeling dissipate. She loved the feeling of Alex’s hands on her hips or the press of Jenna’s thighs on her cheeks, but only when it was real. The ghostly imprints their touch left on her skin made her feel icky.

The water and napkin weren’t much, but she felt marginally more presentable now. That done, she turned to the stack of anime magazines. Shoving the top issue to the side, she revealed a cache of toy skateboards. Nessie had wood-patterned linoleum across the whole apartment, so this was an ideal way for them to get around the house in a hurry.

Cali’s skateboard was decorated with drawings she’d made of her favorite band logos. Nessie sometimes put music on for them, and she’d fallen in love with the style and flair of classic 70s and 80s rock and metal. Her drawings were a little clumsy—permanent markers were a lot more unwieldy when they were taller than you—but she was proud of how well they’d come out.

After a quick look around to make sure the roomba wasn’t going to chase her down, Cali set off. Nessie’s apartment was small, only about 900 square feet. Most of the area was open concept, with the kitchen, dining room, and living room all blending into one another. A long, skinny hall connected the living room to the bathroom and bedrooms, one of which Nessie had converted into her computer room.

From the coffee table to the computer room door was around 20 feet. Even with Nessie’s shambling, scooching stride, the trip still took no more than 12 steps for her. It took Cali almost 200 to cross that same distance. One hundred and ninety-three, on average. One-seventy-five if she was really pushing herself.

As Cali rode the imposing distance on her little band-decorated skateboard, the bigness of the house weighed on her. The light brown faux-wood passageway stretched before her like the entrance to a canyon. Cream-colored walls stretched into the sky over ten stories high to a stippled ceiling. The in-set light fixture was like the sun to her.

It wasn’t often that the sheer open space of the house got to her. Not anymore, anyways. Tinies normally lived in tight, enclosed spaces to limit the number of predators they had to deal with. The tallest building she’d been in back home was fifteen inches tall. When she first arrived here, the dizzying height of the ceiling had triggered a bizarre sense of vertigo in her. She almost felt like she could fall into the sky.

She was almost to Nessie’s computer room. The door was ajar. A pale, bare foot poked just past the edge of the door frame. Cali’s eyes traveled up, up, up, into the sky. High above her head, so high it was hard to comprehend, Nessie’s round face poked around the edge of the door, watching the miniscule woman skating her way over to her.

Her size was truly awe inspiring. Though she stood only 5 feet, 5 inches tall, she could have been one hundred feet tall to Cali. Jenna was the tallest of the tinies, and she barely reached Nessie’s ankle bone.

Speaking of Nessie’s ankle, from this perspective she could just barely make out the line tattooed above the knob of bone. That line marked six inches, a full inch taller than even the tallest tiny that had been recorded. A faded, greenish script wrapped around her leg like an anklet, reading “You must be at least this tall to make decisions.”

Cali herself had been compared to that line. It was a humiliating experience, but… given that she was predisposed to like humiliation…

“There you are!” Nessie said brightly. Her darker blue eyes crinkled with an equally bright smile, showing off her perfectly straight, whitened teeth. She may have been a bit of a slob, but her oral health was impeccable.

She came around from behind the door frame, dressed in black short shorts and a bleach-stained crop top. Nessie was naturally very thin, with boyish hips and small breasts. Her sedentary lifestyle had added some chub, but all it had done was round her back out to a more average figure with just a hint of curves. The only places it was even noticeable was her lower stomach, which pooched out barely an inch past her waistline, and her rounded cheeks.

“Reporting as requested!” Cali said, a little out of breath.

Nessie squatted down on the balls of her feet, offering her hand. Cali’s pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat. Every time Nessie reached for her, she felt the same mix of awe and trepidation. She could lay herself across that palm and barely touch the edges. She could place her feet on the waistband of her shorts, and her fingers wouldn't reach the hem of her top. The breasts that Nessie complained were too small were like mountains to her.

She scooped up her skateboard, and after only a moment’s hesitation, stepped onto the palm.

Inertia dropped her to her knees as Nessie stood. The hallway blurred around the cleavage that took up most of her vision. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. Air rushed past her ears, whistling through the fingers behind her head.

Flailing for balance, she caught a finger and hugged it, dropping her skateboard. It clattered onto the floor and shot away on its wheels, skidding underneath the bathroom door. She’d have to remember to grab that later. If Nessie stepped on it, she’d be very cross.

“So I bought this new game,” Nessie said. The vibrations of her voice rattled through Cali’s body, shaking her from head to toe. “It’s one of those games, if you know what I mean.”

“Is it hard?” Cali didn’t really know what she meant, but she could infer based on the need for a thinking buddy.

“It’s sooooo fucking hard,” she groaned, the exasperation in her voice hammering Cali’s chest with a staccato rhythm. “So you’re gonna help your ol’ Nessie with a boss, okay?”

“O-okay…”

The four steps back to the computer rushed by in a blur of motion. The distance was only around six feet, but that was close to sixty steps for her, or seven pushes on the skateboard. The axles were only pins after all; they lost speed pretty quick.

Nessie flopped down in her computer chair, and Cali gripped the finger for dear life. Her heart lodged in her throat, and she could have sworn her legs started to lift from the palm. What was a simple, normal movement for one of Nessie’s stature was gargantuan to her.

The palm tipped, and Cali was deposited on the desk. She rolled completely over once, colliding with the memory foam, wrist-supporting titties of Nessie’s mousepad. The mousepad in question was another art of that anime character Jenna had been dressed as. She was some kind of wizard from some fantasy show. All Cali remembered was that Nessie was adamant that it was not an Isekai. Cali didn’t know why that distinction mattered, but apparently it did.

A vast expanse of pale belly filled her vision as Nessie leaned over her to retrieve her headphones. Though she had a little bit of padding, a line of muscle definition still ran down the center of her stomach, from just below her ribs down to her navel. Her skin was dotted here and there by small moles in groups of two or three. Beauty marks, as Cali’s family had called them.

Cali’s eyes were transfixed by a diagonal grouping of two little moles just under her left breast, the bottom of which was peeking out from the hem of her top. She had some just like them, in almost the same position. Hers were a bit lower, below the ribcage, but both slanted inward toward the belly, and at almost the same angle too! She’d always felt a sort of connection with Nessie because of them. Big or small, they were both marked the same way by their genetics.

Nessie fumbled her headset and dropped it off the back of her desk. The charging cord caught it, leaving it dangling just behind the monitors.

“Gaawwwddd dammit,” Nessie cursed, drawing the lord’s name out with an uncharacteristic drawl.

Cali’s eyes went wide as Nessie leaned over her to retrieve her headset. Smooth belly skin pressed against the edge of the desk and folded over. The pale expanse rushed at her as she lay frozen, unable to move. She tried to shout, to warn Nessie to watch out for her, but she was engulfed before the sound could leave her lips.

Nessie’s skin was cool. Cool, but not clammy, as the heat of her body lay only millimeters beyond. The pressure was overwhelming. Cali tried to struggle, to push the massive belly off her, but she was completely immobilized. Not even her fingers were free to wiggle.

A rumbling growl came from deep within her mistress, transferred straight to Cali’s brain by the all-encompassing flesh. Nessie’s stomach. She must have skipped breakfast for this game. A rush of imagination washed through Cali’s mind as the growl overtook her mental faculties, her brain inserting screams coming from behind that oppressive wall of fat and muscle.

“Gotcha, you fuck.” Nessie’s voice assaulted her ears from all corners, and then the prison of skin, fat, and flesh lifted free. “Oh, whoops. Didn’t see you there.”

“I-I tried to warn you, but I got squished before I could,” Cali pouted, sitting up against the titty mousepad and tucking her legs up to her chest.

“Move next time, ya goober.”

“Sorry… I’m all distracted today. I don’t know why, either.”

“Didja eat? I get a little loopy if I don’t eat.”

“I ate a little bit ago… maybe it just hasn’t kicked in yet.” Cali stretched the hem of her dress down over her feet. “Maybe that’s why you’re having trouble with the boss? You obviously haven’t eaten today."

"I ate," Nessie retorted. “I had sour gummy worms!”

"Gummy worms aren't a meal. Maybe you should order some takeout for lunch? Your stomach growls were deafening.”

“Maybe you can shut them up for me instead.”

A hot red blush swept across Cali’s face. Nervous trembles overtook her body as her overactive imagination began to picture what that would be like. The terror of teeth closing behind her, being seized by that claustrophobic, groping throat…

“I-I—”

“I’m just kidding,” Nessie scoffed. A sly smile crept over her lips, and she curled her tongue between her teeth. “Or am I?”

“C-can you please not joke about that when I-I’m about to…”

“Oh right, yeah. Totally insensitive of me. Anyway, c’mere.”

Nessie snatched her off the desk. Pinning her legs with thumb and forefinger, she gripped the hem of her dress and ripped it off in one smooth pull.

Cali’s face and chest burned red with shame as her mistress exposed her nudity with little more care and dignity than peeling an orange. She had a very skinny frame, with narrow hips, a shapely ass, and tiny breasts. Her nipples were small, pink, and pale like the rest of her body, but just dark enough to have noticeable areolas.

Her brown, wavy bob cut covered her face for a moment after she was laid bare. By the time she’d raked it free of her eyes, she was dangling above Nessie’s face, staring down into her mouth.

“Over the lips and past the gums,” Nessie chuckled.

Cali held her breath, steeling herself for what came next. This was what the position of “thinking buddy” entailed. Nessie was a fidgeter. She thought better when she was playing with something. Activities like gaming, however, required the use of both her hands.

Luckily for her—and unluckily for her girls—she had an oral fixation.

Nessie lowered Cali headfirst into her open mouth. A sigh laden with anticipation washed over Cali’s skin, eliciting goosebumps across her whole body. The air was so warm, so humid…

She couldn’t look away. Her eyes drank in every detail. Every crevice, every fold, every ridge. The inside of Nessie’s cheeks were scarred from wearing braces in her past. This close, Cali could see the “white scars” still visible on a couple of her teeth. Decalcification in the areas where the brackets were glued, and the reason Nessie whitened.

Her tongue was a pale pink, almost the same shade as Cali’s nipples. At least, it was naturally that color. Right now it was a sort of dark blue-green as a result of her aforementioned snack. There was a healing sore on the tip; she had a habit of biting her tongue, which she was trying to break by using her girls instead. A white spot covered a good chunk of the right side. She’d burned her tongue on takeout last night.

Her gums were healthy, and a darker shade of pink than her tongue. There was a bit of receding in a couple spots—something else to thank braces for—but aside from that they were well tended to. She flossed daily, something Cali appreciated, since she saw those gums close up more than anyone else alive.

Though braces had given Nessie more than a few issues with her mouth, most were only noticeable because Cali was literally going inside it. And her teeth looked amazing. Straight, uncrowded, and even. Not the cleanest right now—again, sour gummy worms. Bits of their sour gummy corpses were caught in the ridges of her molars.

Cali’s palms made contact with that slick tongue. Her fingers slipped against the rough taste buds, viscous saliva robbing her of any friction as she was pushed further in. The arch of Nessie’s throat took up almost her entire field of vision. That long, fleshy uvula, dangling down, swaying with each breath. Nessie had gotten her tonsils removed. The deep red folds to either side of her throat still bore the scars.

Her breath became shallow, and she nearly choked. She was still sliding in. Her knees impacted the tongue, and she was still sliding in. Her hands scrabbled against slick molars. Bits of gummy candy clung to her forearms as she lost her balance, smearing her breasts against the back of Nessie’s tongue. Her head slipped past the uvula into the throat behind.

“N-Nessie!” she cried out in panic.

Nessie’s throat squelched inches from her nose. White vocal cords larger than Cali’s head pulsed, and she laughed directly in her face. Cali clapped her hands around her ears as the sound pierced straight to her soul.

“Sorry,” Nessie giggled, pulling her back out.

“D-don’t do that!” Cali complained. “P-please…”

"Fiiiiine," Nessie sighed with overacted exasperation. "Only because you said please. I just like how red you get when you think I'm really gonna do it. It's almost like you want me to."

Once more, Cali’s imagination seized control. For a few seconds, she was there. Naked, slimy, crammed down that throat. Dropped into a cavernous pit of churning acid and digesting food. Horrible, hot, tight, slick…

Then she was back, dangling above the mouth that would lead her there. The thought made her dizzy and sick to her stomach. Her imagination made it look like such a gross and dreadful experience.

And yet…

It was difficult to properly describe how Cali felt about it. Gross things affected her far more than most other people. She felt utter revulsion when grossed out… but there was always that "and yet…" Somehow, girls showing off their grossness pressed a very particular button that was a fast track to mind breaking the poor girl. As if her body couldn't take any more disgust, so it rolled over into arousal.

But that didn't mean she liked the idea of being swallowed alive! If anything, the arousal she felt was her body's way of protecting her from its own disgust. Her desire to be subjugated and humiliated did not outweigh her desire for self-preservation… normally.

Cali barely noticed she was back in Nessie’s mouth until the lips closed behind her. She had a brief moment of panic. She hadn't told Nessie that she didn't want her to do it! What if she was about to get swallowed this time?

Then the familiar weight of Nessie’s teeth settled on her thigh, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Business as usual, then.

She took a moment to get reoriented. She had been inserted headfirst again. Her hand was at the edge of the slope leading down to Nessie's throat. Her left thigh was trapped in Nessie’s molars, to be lightly chewed and squished while she tried to beat this boss. She'd have some bruising when this was all over, but that would be the worst of it. It always was.

As self-preservation became less of an issue, arousal returned to the forefront of her disgusted mind. The mouth was humid, and the sickly sweet and sour scent of Nessie’s earlier snack permeated the damp air. Saliva covered her skin, spreading that smell all over her body. It made her want to gag. Why couldn't Nessie brush her teeth before she did this?

And yet…

Cali hiked her right leg up over the edge of the massive tongue, and started diligently grinding her pussy against its slick edge. The taste buds rasped against her inner thigh, their texture almost painful to her excited nerves. She bit her lip as goosebumps ran over her body in waves, the prickling sensation drawing shivers from her limbs.

Pleasure slowly built in her lower belly as she massaged her clit on the tongue. The more she rubbed, the wetter she got. The scent of her arousal, light and slightly sweet, began to mix with the stale, sugary air.

The wetter she got, the more Nessie became aware of a new flavor in her mouth. The teeth on her thigh loosened a little as her mistress’s tongue began to help her. Cali's fingernails raked its rough, slimy surface. She gasped softly as she tried to finish what Alex had started. Even now, her pleasure was not entirely for herself. There was a reason she was Nessie’s favorite thinking buddy after all.

She was close, so, so close, when the peace of her gentle masturbation was shattered by an outburst of gaming rage as Nessie lost to the boss once more.

"FUCKING GOD DAMMIT!"

Cali held on through most of it, but the D and T in "dammit" bucked her from her perch. Relying on many past experiences, she rolled to the center of the tongue and drew her limbs close to her body, giving Nessie nothing to accidentally chomp on.

"Tha' fuggin—" The tongue squirmed underneath her, tilting to the side. Cali was unceremoniously scraped from the safety of the tongue into Nessie’s cheek. She curled tighter and turned to face her back to the molars. "That fucking combo is unfair. I don't have the stamina to dodge all that!"

“What’s the tell?” Cali tried to ask, but the spit in Nessie’s cheek washed into her mouth. Her stomach went a little queasy and she spit it back out.

“You tryin’ to say something?” Nessie asked.

Cali attempted to ask her question again, but Nessie’s tongue fished her out of the cheek and sent her sprawling on the tongue. She rolled sideways, disoriented for a moment until her leg swung out and made contact with the uvula. Teeth clamped on her upper arm and shoulder, and she whimpered. Nessie was getting pissed. Cali would definitely have bruises after this.

Music faded back in as Nessie respawned. Cali heard the character’s muffled footfalls, transmitted to her through Nessie’s teeth from the headphones. She could hear them in her head, an ever-present rhythm behind the popping and sloshing of saliva.

As she hiked her leg back over that pressing tongue, she moved her hips to the rhythm of the gameplay. Every other step was a thrust of her hips, the smooth muscle slipping between her thighs as the taste buds ground into her skin. Despite the precarious situation, despite the smell and the stickiness and the teeth digging into her shoulder, she had been denied twice now, and she was starting to feel desperate to get off.

She was leaking with need. Her arousal was a bit thicker than the surrounding saliva. She could feel it collect in strands and globules between her legs before the constant grinding friction of Nessie’s tongue mixed it into the puddle that was building in the space between tongue and teeth.

The back of the tongue dropped away from under Cali's foot, and she instinctively drew it back from the precipice. The cocktail of bodily fluids drained from between her legs, down, down into the waiting cavern behind.

GLRRK!

The space inside shrank by half. The grinding muscle rippled against her clit, drawing out a whining moan. Her foot got pinched against the hard palate and yanked toward the throat, but the teeth held her firmly in place.

Her face and chest burned, feeling the utter dominance of the mouth around her. Every movement, even the softest press of the tongue, shifted her entire body. Nessie could do whatever she wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop it.

Combat started in game, and a whole new set of sounds washed through her head. The clang of swords, the swish and thud of blows landing, the rustle of dodging rolls. A discordant cacophony at first, her ears soon detected the underpinning rhythm. It was like a dance. A step here, dodge there, go in for some quick strikes after the blow missed. A sequence, several attacks in a row, preceded by the sound of ringing metal. Okay, a dodge would have to start as soon as that sound happened…

The dodge came too late. Cali heard three strikes hit home and Nessie's character gave their death rattle.

"Fuck!"

The character respawned. Cali whimpered as Nessie set her jaw in preparation for another boss run, the teeth crushing down on her shoulder. Her grinding hips stopped as she strained to hear the faint sounds being translated to her from the headphones.

The rhythm of battle picked up. Cali found herself tapping her foot on Nessie's tongue in the moments where Nessie should dodge. Her mistress really wasn't following the taps. Her timing was way off. Perhaps she'd been at it so long, her nerves were getting frayed?

Death inevitably followed, and with it came more cursing.

“Fucking bitch ass motherfucker!” Nessie raged, tossing her controller on the desk. “Stop kicking my tongue! You're throwing me off!”

“Your rhythm is off!” Cali shouted. “I'm trying to help!”

"What?" Nessie shouted back.

"I'm trying to help you with your timing!"

The tongue pressed against Cali’s back, and she was expelled from the mouth. Flailing, she tried to grab hold of Nessie’s lip, but missed and wound up sprawled on her mistress’s chest.

"Lis… listen for a sorta 'shwing' sound," Cali persisted. "You gotta dodge right when it ends."

“I know the fucking tell for the first swing!” Nessie grumbled angrily. “It’s the next twelve that fuck me up.”

“If you don't get it right you get stun-locked,” Cali insisted. “That's what's killing you, you're dodging too late!”

“Y’know I asked for a thinking buddy, not a backseat gamer.”

“I'm just trying to help!”

Cali felt herself beginning to slip. The hem of Nessie’s crop top was cut, letting a bit of her cleavage show. Her tits were sweaty from continued gamer rage in what was frankly a poorly ventilated room. Her foot scrabbled against the soft skin, saliva making it hard for her to find purchase.

“You'll be helping my stomach stop growling if you keep it up.”

“I-I…” Cali said, unable to both form words and stop her descent at the same time.

“Get outta my shirt you pervert.”

Nessie grabbed her by the midriff, pulling her free. Air rushed past Cali’s face, her spit-soaked hair smacking against her cheeks and sticking there.

“J-just try it, please!” Cali pleaded. “Dodge earlier, a-and dodge towards them?”

The mouth opened back up in front of her, hot, humid air blasting her in the face. Her heart both jumped and stalled as conflicting emotions battled in her mind. She didn't want to go back in.

And yet…

Then the mouth closed. Nessie's piercing blue eyes bored into Cali's hazel ones, and she forgot how to breathe. Once more, the gargantuan nature of her mistress blotted out all thought as she struggled to pick which eye to stare timidly back into. Nessie was just so big! Big and beautiful and dominating and threatening. Cali was helpless in her grasp. Completely at her mercy.

“Fine. But don't make me die again. For your sake.”

Cali's heart beat out of her chest, and she turned the reddest she'd been all day. She felt a familiar surge of desperation, but not one of fear or self-preservation. Desperation to please. The callous disregard for her life implicit in Nessie’s words had thrown a switch that put her so firmly into sub space that all she could do was nod, unable to speak.

She was placed back on the vast blue-green stained tongue, right in the center. Her legs spread open as wide as they went and she hooked her feet under the edges, against the gums. Laying herself flat against the slimy, twitching muscle, she started to meekly grind her clit on it in a show of subservient dedication.

Her whole body shivered. She got that way when she was… excited. She hated to admit it, but she truly was such a bottom that having her life threatened by her giantess owner made her so horny that she got lightheaded.

Any reasonable thoughts went out the window. Her head was flooded with sexually-charged fantasies of her total domination until the lines between real and imagined began to blur. Cali had hyperphantasia; her mind's eye was so vivid and lifelike that she truly could lose herself in these daydreams if she wasn't careful.

As she stared down into the darkness at the back of Nessie’s mouth, her imagination ran wild. The groping throat molested her insignificant body. The slimy, ridged pit of Nessie’s stomach prepared to render her down into chyme. Acids stung her skin. Her body fell apart in that hellish prison.

She could deny her fetishes to Nessie all she wanted, but she could no longer deny them to herself. It was a fantasy that she masturbated to above maybe any other. Her life being forfeit to fuel Nessie’s body, to provide her sexual release, or even as a momentary cure for boredom. She got so red and flustered because she did want Nessie to do it. She wanted to be desired so badly that her obliteration was the only course of action.

More than that, it gave her a purpose. A higher calling than anything she would ever possibly have. She loved her life, but there was no meaning in her endless struggle for survival. If her only significant act in life was quieting Nessie’s growling stomach for a few hours, she could die feeling like she'd accomplished something worthwhile.

But when the swallow came, reality crashed back in.

“Nessie!” Cali shrieked, clenching the tongue between her legs for all she was worth. Her head once again slipped past the arch of the throat, but the way her feet were dug in under the tongue saved her. She braced herself with her hands buried in the fleshy folds of the back wall, holding herself mere millimeters from the grasping esophagus. If those muscles claimed a single limb, her fight would be over.

“I told you not to make me die again!” Nessie shouted back. Her voice box punched Cali in the chest with the vibrations of every syllable.

“Nessie, please! P-please just let me back up!”

No, don't, a smaller but not insignificant voice inside her said. Swallow me. You're so close.

Though her life was in danger, Cali’s pussy felt ready to explode. It was finally happening! If she just gave in, she could live out her greatest fantasy. So what if that fantasy was a one-way trip to a horrible, agonizing death?

I won't get to see Trinity again.

With that thought, survival finally won out against horny. The thought of Trinity's adorable little face falling as she heard the news of Cali’s fate finally broke through the calls for blissful annihilation. She redoubled her efforts, pushing back against the slimy folds to keep her head out of the twitching esophagus.

If she lived through this, she really, really needed to do some introspection. The way she let Alex and Jenna treat her was one thing. This was a beast all on its own.

“Please, Nessie!” she cried.

Her plaintive voice finally seemed to stir some kind of empathy in her mistress. Nessie didn't try to remove her, but she also didn't swallow again.

“You got one more chance. Make me die again, you're going all the way down.”

Cali whimpered submissively. Her mind raced, trying to think of a way out of this. Nessie was too emotional and too hangry to beat the boss right now. She had minutes left before her life was forfeit.

Tinies didn't have enough rights for this to be considered murder. There was no real threat of consequences. She couldn't appeal to her as a person, because… well, Nessie didn't see them as people. Most owners didn't. She had to make herself useful. That was her only route out of here.

CLUNK.

The controller got thrown, and Cali froze. What?! It had barely been thirty seconds! The boss run alone took about a minute. Had Nessie died to a random mob before she even made it to the boss?

The tongue started to move under her. A ripple running up its length pushed Cali closer to the edge. Her struggles were meaningless as the tongue overpowered her arms with no effort. She fell headfirst into the throat, her face smacking against the back of Nessie’s tongue with a dull plap.

GLLP!

All the air was forced from her lungs as slimy flesh enveloped her. Stars exploded behind her eyes as the pressure changed and her ears popped. Her eyes bulged, her own tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth, and her thighs screamed as they clenched down on the squirming muscle between them for dear life. Hemmed in on all sides by the oppressive folds, she could do nothing to save herself.

Dimly, she felt the esophagus grab her by the hand and begin to draw her inexorably down toward the waiting stomach. Toward her horrible, agonizing death as she was digested alive over the next several hours. All because her owner got mad at her over a video game.

With all the air removed from her lungs, the throat crushing her on all sides, and the mounting pressure of two denied orgasms, her need for domination and her overwhelming desire to feed Nessie crashed through the barriers of rationale once again. Her fantasy was coming true. It no longer mattered that she would never see Trinity again. It never had. Her wants and needs were irrelevant. Her mistress was hungry, and she was too weak to do anything to stop her.

Cali came, and she came hard.

Chaotic spasms overtook her body as she surrendered fully to the pleasure. She tried to moan, but she still had no air. Her thighs clenched hard on the tongue, smearing her drooling pussy on the taste buds before it was ripped away and her legs slipped into the throat. Her curled toes rubbed the bumpy flesh beneath them as they slid down the back of the tongue and vanished. Cali was no more. The thought brought her nothing but bliss as the esophagus enveloped her chest.

Oh goooodd… it felt better than she could have ever imagined. Her meager breasts were pressed flat against her chest, the undulations of the hungry throat ravaging her sensitive nipples. It was way too much stimulation, but Cali found that almost more enticing. Her consumption by her betters cared not for her comfort.

Then with a sudden, violent convulsion, Cali's bliss was shattered as the welcoming flesh rejected her. Still reeling in the throes of pleasure, Cali tumbled limply back from the brink of her torturous death. Her body slammed into something hard, and she wheezed. She could breathe again!

She lay there, twitching, gasping, and clenching her thighs until the ecstasy finally petered out to nothingness, leaving her awash in an afterglow unlike any she'd had before. Thoughts floated in and out of her head, intangible things that turned to mist the second she tried to focus on them. Only two truths remained constant. One, that she had a dull pain in the side of her head where she'd cracked it on landing. Two… she was, somehow, still alive.

It took minutes for her to be able to function again. Her mind was a happy soup that contained all the ingredients for Cali the person, but they were spinning around like that soup had been vigorously stirred.

When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Nessie staring down at her with an expression that, while she couldn't quite grasp its meaning, wasn't angry.

“Did you just cum in my mouth when I tried to eat you?” her mistress demanded.

Cali’s cheeks were too flushed to blush further. This was an interesting predicament. In allowing the pleasure to take over, she had undeniably proven that Nessie's every tease had been right. If she'd made it to her intended destination, she would never have had to confront that.

But she hadn't. A crushing realization to have, like being denied the chance to make something of your life. More importantly though, now she had to deal with Nessie knowing her deepest, darkest fetish.

“Yes ma'am,” she said, her voice smaller than herself.

“I knew it,” Nessie slapped the desk only a couple inches from her. Cali didn’t have the strength to react. “I fucking knew it! You do want me to eat you!”

Cali was too deep into her afterglow to feel shame. And why should she anyway? This was how her life was meant to end. She'd known that, deep down in her core, for as long as she could remember.

Crumbs fell on her from above, and she realized suddenly that she was not alone on Nessie's desk. Jenna was on the monitor shelf with Alex, sweeping it. They must have come in to clean sometime after Nessie spitting her back out and her going back in. Both of them had disrobed—a stipulation for cleaning their owner's desk. Despite the accusations leveled at Cali when she was falling into her shirt, Nessie was a giant pervert herself. She liked staring at their little naked bodies while they did their thing.

A pale foot covered in swirling blue tattoos swung across her field of vision. Oh shit, Mael was here too! She was sitting on the edge of the monitor shelf, watching Cali with amusement in her green eyes. Her blonde hair was tied up in a braid that she had draped over her shoulder, the ends still dyed red from the last time she'd been allowed to touch up her character-accurate hair color.

The woad blue tattoos went all the way up both legs, across her hips, up her abs, over her breasts, and down both arms. Mael was the only tiny in the house who had tattoos; an occupational decision to make herself more collectible. She could have gone with makeup, but that would wipe off, and then she'd be just another tiny.

“H-hi Mael,” Cali said meekly.

Mael gave her a bemused wave.

“Good luck,” she said.

Still half-floating on the aftershocks of one of the best orgasms in her life, Cali was a little confused. That was an odd thing to say. What would she need luck for?

As if to answer her question, Nessie clapped her hands, getting everyone's attention.

“Break time, girls,” she said. “Fuck, it's so goddamn hot in here…” she peeled her crop top off, exposing medium-sized, semi-perky breasts. “And it's just gonna get hotter.”

The sight of Nessie's breasts always caused a lurch of fear and jealousy in Cali. The jealousy was obvious. They were enormous, nicely rounded, nipples a few shades darker than Cali’s own, with slightly more areola. Cali herself had barely a handful.

The fear was because it meant Nessie was horny beyond her usual hand-down-the-pants levels. When Nessie got horny enough to take clothes off, it was about to get rough.

Kill me Nessie, came the voice of her darkest desires. Kill us…

Nessie pinched Cali’s legs and lifted her off the desk. Blood rushed to her head as she was hoisted high above. Jenna and Alex dropped their brooms, coming down to the titty mousepad to watch. Mael stayed where she was, idly kicking her feet as she watched with a sly smile growing on her face. They grew smaller and smaller in her vision until the vast expanse of Nessie's face replaced the desk. Her breath caught in her throat as that mouth opened wide again. Sickly sweet breath washed over her skin, causing aroused shivers. She could smell her own cum on Nessie's breath, mixed with the scent of gummy worms.

“What do you think, girls?” she asked. “Should I do it?”

“Go for it!” Mael said immediately. She sounded almost bored.

Okay… that was unexpected, but in character for Mael. She didn't put much stock in the other tinies in the house; she seemed to feel that they were all beneath her. Half the time Cali was beneath her… sexually though.

However, with all the times Cali got picked for Nessie’s various proclivities, she had become something of a favorite for their owner recently. Being Nessie’s favorite wasn't exactly a coveted position given the orifices that favorite got put in, but Mael could have felt threatened in some way by their owner's preference for the most subservient of their number.

Cali honestly wondered what the other two would say. Would they appease the mistress of the house with what she wanted to hear, or would they defend her right to live? And if they chose the latter, would it be from a place of genuine care, or concern over losing their best sex toy?

“I don't know…” Alex's voice, barely audible, drifted up from the desk. She was hesitant to say yes, but that didn't make it a no. She was probably waiting to see how the scales balanced out.

“Do it!”

Jenna was not even the least bit indecisive. The confidence in her voice broke Cali’s heart a little. Did she really mean so little to her friends that they would sentence her to death so easily? She thought at the very least her tongue might give them reason to reconsider. Not even a thought to what had been described as magic less than 30 minutes ago.

“That's two for eating and one in the middle,” Nessie said, directing mischievous eyes back up to Cali. “And not a single vote to save you. Sorry Cali.”

“W-wait!” Cali shouted. Even as the urge to give in grew with every passing breath, she would not succumb to it a second time until she was sure that all hope was lost. “Wait!”

Nessie let go.

Cali’s heart lurched in freefall, and she screamed. Time seemed to slow as her panicked mind raced. The mouth opened wide beneath her, gaping throat filling her vision as she plummeted directly for it. That throat had spared her once, out of surprise. She would not be given a second chance.

Wait… A small spark of hope ignited in her chest as she realized she was not plummeting directly for it. The throat slipped to her left, the tongue curled over Nessie’s bottom lip now the center of her view.

The way she bounced could save her life. Tinies weren't big enough to have a lethal terminal velocity. If she fell on the floor, there was a chance that Nessie would see her as dirty and at least postpone her fate a little longer. Maybe long enough to come to her senses.

She hit the chin, feeling the swiping tongue as Nessie tried to save it. She was too slow, her sudden lurch forward instead serving to push Cali off her chin. After a final, terrifying freefall, she landed on Nessie's collarbones and rolled down onto her bare chest.

“I don't know why I tried…” Nessie sighed. “It never works with popcorn either.”

Dazed, Cali had no time to escape as she was seized again. Fingers closed around her torso, squeezing her ribs until she cried out.

“If ya like my tits so much why don't you suck ‘em?”

She was slapped against the right breast. Her hands pressed against soft titflesh, but something hard was pressing into her cheek. Her blush returned as she realized it was Nessie’s nipple.

“Nessie…” she wheezed, unable to draw a full breath.

“Suck!”

There it was again. The desperation she felt at the clarion call of her betters, demanding her to please. An order that she had never once disobeyed. Her struggles slowed, her mind cleared.

She sucked.

Her little mouth opened wide, pressing to her owner's nipple, trying to draw in as much of it as she possibly could. Her hands came up to rub the areola, kneading and massaging around the base. Her tongue worked in little circles against the wrinkled skin, tasting the sweat of Nessie’s gaming rage.

The nipple hardened in response to her ministrations, eliciting shivers from her body. Her mistress liked her attention. Her own nipples were hardening too, and she squirmed in the hand to press them against the breast so she could stimulate their sensitive nerves. The touch of Nessie's warm, sweaty skin on them was electric.

Nessie gasped and bit her lip, whining through her nose. She was usually pretty quiet; the girls would barely even know she was masturbating until she gave a sort of weak squeaking noise and shuddered when she came. It wasn't often that she was more than recreationally horny, though.

Behind her, Cali heard excited whispers as Alex and Jenna watched her ministrations. It wasn’t loud enough to be understood, but the conspiratorial giggles told her all she needed to know. They were enjoying this almost as much as Nessie was. She wanted so desperately to see what they were up to, but she refused to let go of the nipple. Her owner demanded she please, so she would please. Her mouth, hands, and tongue were the only things keeping her out of that growling stomach.

Maybe, if she did a good enough job, Nessie would let her live.

Almost as soon as she thought it, her hopes were shattered when Nessie began to speak again.

“Where do you think you'll end up?” she asked. “Thighs, hips, butt, boobs? Or maybe nowhere. You probably won't even give me that many calories. Might just burn you off before you can even become fat.”

Cali whimpered, feeling her pussy begin to leak at the degradation. Jenna giggled louder behind her, then gave a pleased sigh. She knew that sound all too well. They were getting off to her torment.

The nipple was ripped from her grasp, Nessie transferring her to the other one. Her jaw was already starting to ache, but she had to keep going. Nessie’s nipples, when hard, were the size of her head. It took a lot of work to make her worship felt.

The object of her devotion shifted, awkwardly trying to push her shorts down one-handed without getting up. Her wiggling sent shockwaves rolling up her body, pulling the nipple out of Cali's reach. She strained to grab it again, clawing at soft breast skin to try and drag it back to her mouth.

The smell of Nessie’s arousal filled Cali’s nose as her shorts were pushed to her knees. Was she going to be asked to service her… down there? Cali felt a little trepidation. Nessie didn't shave down there. The pubes trapped the musk and turned it into a suffocating cloud. She'd be smelling it for weeks after.

She was pulled from the breasts as Nessie finally needed two hands. Cali wound up pressed to the desk, her owner pushing herself up with one hand while the other navigated the forest cave that was her vagina.

She was facing Mael, Alex, and Jenna, mere inches away. Mael was making a point not to look at her, admiring her immaculately manicured fingernails. Alex too refused to meet her eyes, but Jenna stared right at her. Cali felt hurt and confused, seeing the glee on those pretty features. She had a hand between Alex's legs, working on getting her as into this as she was.

It was working. Before long, Alex turned, and while she didn't fully look Cali in the eye, her eyes did wander over every inch of her naked body, half-crushed under their owner's hand.

“W-whyyy?” was all Cali managed to get out. She tried to put every ounce of the hurt she felt into that syllable.

Jenna crawled forward on her hands and knees, turning to flop down next to Cali’s face almost like a cat.

“Nessie ate Sam weeks ago,” she said. Cali swore she saw a flash of fear in her eyes.

“What…?”

“It was an accident, but she's got a taste for us now. I'm just trying to save my own life here.”

Jenna leaned in and kissed Cali on the lips. Despite the shock, the betrayal, and her own impending doom, Cali kissed back.

“There you are!” Nessie's voice broke the silence. “Though I might've lost you up there.”

The kiss was broken as Cali was lifted back from the table. Jenna, on her back, waved goodbye to her.

“I'll miss your fingers and that magic tongue, for what it's worth!” she called.

Nessie sat back down in the chair heavily. Cali’s head snapped back with the inertia, almost blacking out. Her vision swam, gray eating at the edges. Nessie had something dangling in her other hand, but she couldn’t quite make it out. As she blinked herself back to full consciousness, the amorphous blob took shape. A womanly shape, soaked from head to toe in arousal, with bedraggled auburn hair.

“Trinity!” Cali screamed.

She wasn't moving. Cali couldn’t even be sure she was breathing. How long had Nessie kept her up inside her? Could she even breathe in there? Why had she been put up there to begin with?

Though that last question felt reasonably answered by the revelations still reeling through Cali’s mind. Sam was dead. She couldn't fully grasp it, but… she also couldn't feel sad about it. Not right now, with everything that was happening. The pervasive fantasies took over, and all she was capable of thinking was that Sam must have tasted amazing if that was all it took for Nessie to want more.

“Oops, guess I broke her,” Nessie said, in a little singsong voice. “You know what happens to broken toys…”

Trinity stirred, then started coughing. She expelled thick globs of Nessie’s juices from her lungs, splattering it all over the giantess's tits. Those beautiful brown eyes opened, looking confused as she stared at Cali’s worried expression upside down.

“Cali?” she said, her voice thick still with Nessie’s cum.

“Nessie wait! She's okay, she woke up!”

No, do it! Her twisted fetishes said. Swallow her, and then swallow me! We can fuck in your stomach until we can't stand the pain anymore!

“...We recycle in this house.”

“Nessie, please don't!” Cali pleaded, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Do it!

Nessie placed the barely aware Trinity on her gummy-stained tongue. She held Cali above her head, and open-mouth swallowed.

“Cali, wha—” Trinity said, before the tongue pushed her into the throat.

“Trinity!!!”

YEEEES!!!

She didn't go down in one swallow. Cali had just enough time to see that before Nessie tore her away and slapped her against her neck. The last Cali would ever see of Trinity was her terrified brown eyes peeking over the back of Nessie’s tongue.

GLLK!

Cali found, as Nessie’s swallow shook her to her very soul, that she couldn't bring herself to feel grief. There was a gnawing ache in her belly, but it was closer to jealousy, mixed with a kind of ecstatic joy that she'd only felt when she herself was slipping into Nessie’s esophagus.

The giantess's throat bulged against Cali’s cheek, and she instinctively pressed her breasts against it. Trinity was in there. She could just barely hear her screams as the molestations of the throat pulled her ever downwards. Cali kissed and licked her owner's neck as the girl she'd once wished to date slipped by under mere inches of flesh. On her way to quiet their Goddess's rumbling stomach.

She had been right the first time. It didn't matter what happened to her or her loved ones. Goddess was hungry. That was all that mattered now.

Despite the emotions still roiling beneath the subservient horny, she felt her hips trying to grind against the bulge in Nessie’s throat. She’d waited too long. Trinity had slipped past the collarbones, and was traversing the ribcage. Cali could only imagine how loud her mistress’s heartbeat must be from the inside.

“Haahhh… fuck…” Nessie mumbled.

There was an eager arousal to that simple statement that made Cali’s heart race with excitement. Was she next? She'd been denied her rightful place once already. Was she finally about to go where she belonged?

It seemed not. Almost seeming bored with her, Nessie reclined her gaming chair, closing the game and pulling up one of her porn forums. She discarded Cali on her naked belly, hiked her legs up on her desk, and started idly playing with her pussy while she scrolled.

Cali pressed her ear to her owner's belly, hunting for the sounds of Trinity's screams. It was faint, but she could make out distressed sobbing coming from further up. A twinge of guilt cut through her desire, reality crashing back in for a few seconds. This was real. Trinity was really in there, and she was really going to die. Cali felt so fucked up for needing to get off to this.

Her hand went between her legs as she lay on Nessie's belly, guiltily masturbating. That could have been her. It should have been her. She was the one who had the fetish. Trinity probably hated every second of it. Cali's shame deepened as she realized the thought turned her on more. She liked watching and listening to her mistress eating others.

Still rubbing herself, she started to push with her feet, shuffling her body up the vast expanse of skin. Under the left breast, mostly behind the rib cage. That's where the stomach was. She'd be able to hear better up there.

Before Cali reached her target though, she was plucked from the belly with a thumb and forefinger on her hips. Nessie had taken an interest in her again. Air whistled past her face as she was lifted to face the computer screen, and whatever depraved thing Nessie was getting off to.

It was a video. Her mistress was silent as Cali watched another tiny owner's ass and pussy fill the screen. The girl had a butt plug in, which she was wiggling around with two of her fingers. With one quick movement, she pulled the plug out. Before her sphincter had time to tighten back down to a little brown star, her other hand came up, with a tiny between her fingers. Cali got a flash of blonde hair and a brief scream before the girl was inserted head first into their owner's ass. Her wiggling feet kicked as the strong band of muscle closed behind them, and the video looped.

“This is one of my favorite videos,” Nessie finally said, letting it play through a second time. “I've always wanted to try it, too. I've been working my way up in plug sizes for months now.”

She leaned in close, her chair squeaking beneath her ass.

“And I think I'm finally ready to give it a shot.”

A small knot of dread settled in the pit of Cali’s stomach. This wasn't the first time she'd been made to please Nessie sexually, far from it. But this… this wasn't her usual spontaneous flight of fancy. Nessie had planned this. Nessie had been working toward this plan, self-admittedly, for months. In her mind there was always going to be a day where one of her tinies would be shoved up her ass.

Something clicked for Cali then. A reframing of the situation that threw everything she thought she'd known into question. It wasn’t that Nessie didn't see her tinies as people. She did see them as people, and that was the point of all this. Nessie got off to knowing they were alive, aware, and totally powerless to stop her from doing whatever she wanted.

Cali found herself face to face with Nessie’s pucker. An unfortunately familiar sight to her. Word of her “magic tongue” had reached her owner's ears long, long ago, and she'd been forced to prove it. She'd spent hours doing her very best to replicate her successes with Alex and Jenna on an asshole almost as big as she was. Her biggest regret was always that she was too small to achieve any sort of penetration.

Be careful what you wish for, she thought grimly.

Though she couldn't deny the flutter in her heart at the sight, or the pounding of her pulse in anticipation of the next step. Knowing that Nessie's cruelty was intentional had done nothing to dampen her mood. Cali was a girl of near limitless submission. If anything, the realization that Nessie got a sick sense of pleasure from her torture made her even more eager. She was being used not just because she was there, but because her owner wanted her to feel her own helplessness.

The scent filled her nostrils, earthy with a bitter tang that was almost drowned out by the sweet, musky arousal leaking down from her vagina. Thankfully, though she neglected shaving, Nessie kept herself clean. Her pucker was pink, pretty, and unblemished. She swore by the bidet she'd bought a few months back, and as Cali’s face was forced against the wrinkled skin, she couldn't argue with the results.

She tried to lick, to put her magic tongue to use, but the hand yanked her across the perineum and up to the massive pussy. Nessie was a bit more lippy than the other girls in the house. Not overly so, but she had some labia to smush around and suck on. And smush she did, the hand at Cali’s back grinding her against them, coating her in a thick layer of slippery arousal. She coughed and spluttered, gasping for air and finding just more slimy liquid.

She couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Trinity, with how long she'd been in there. Endless minutes spent crushed on all sides by the slick muscular walls, nearly drowning in viscous secretions… It hadn't even been 30 seconds and her lungs were already burning. Even when her face was clear, she couldn't breathe through all the coughing.

Just when she feared she might pass out, Nessie slid her back down, away from the suffocating slime. The smell of arousal filled every corner of her mind, smothering any thought that wasn’t about breathing and clearing her lungs of the stuff. She swallowed more than she would have liked.

She wasn’t about to get a break though. No sooner had she caught her breath again than a finger pressed to the back of her head. The center of the pucker was against her cheek. Cali struggled, her slippery hands failing to find purchase against the furrowed skin. Her thrashing was not entirely out of fear. If Nessie wanted to do with her as she pleased… maybe she’d be more satisfied if Cali feigned resistance.

Maybe Cali would still live through this…

The pressure on her head increased, and she felt the anus spread open against her face. Her head slipped in. She had just enough presence of mind to shut her eyes tight and hold her breath. The band of muscle contracted once her head was through, crushing down on her neck. She nearly screamed away her precious air.

In an act of self-preservation, she slipped her hands in, fighting the sphincter with all her might until she succeeded in forcing her shoulders through. Nessie really had been practicing. Her ass was much more pliant than normal. Usually Cali failed to even get a hand in, and now she was up to her shoulders inside of her owner. The sphincter crushed down on her tender shoulder, exacerbating the bruising she received from Nessie’s teeth, but at least she didn’t feel like her head was about to pop off anymore.

Nessie said something that Cali couldn’t understand. The big girl’s voice was lost in muffled vibrations that rattled her head and chest. Pressure against her butt pushed her in further. Instinctively, she put her feet against her mistress’s hand, and pushed with all the strength she could muster. She had felt the sheer force of that sphincter once. If she truly was going to die today, she would not die from being crushed by an asshole.

It felt like her body was being subjected to a deep tissue massage in 360 degrees. Her breasts were compressed so flat it hurt, then her soft and vulnerable belly. Her hips provided a small period of relief, and then her legs were engulfed in the muscular band.

Then she was through. She curled herself into a ball, her lungs burning, drawing her feet quickly to her chest as she was at last sealed inside her owner’s ass. The inside was slick and velvety, not unlike the throat she had very nearly slipped down. It was more roomy on the other end, though. Cali had enough space to move freely.

And move she did, struggling and kicking until the lack of oxygen finally forced her to release the breath she’d been holding. She dragged down a breath, and immediately gagged. The sharp earthen scent was so much stronger here, permeating everything. She felt it on her tongue, stinging in a way similar to nicotine. She raked her fingernails down the soft walls, rewarded with a thunderous moan that shook the walls of her prison. A clench forced her back into the fetal position, strong muscles driving the air from her lungs.

Nessie was getting off to this…

That singular thought fueled her to continue. Though lights popped behind her eyes, every breath felt less satisfying than the last, and the smell and the fear robbed her of most rational thought, she continued her struggle. Cali kicked, punched, scratched, and squirmed until finally, the sweet embrace of unconsciousness freed her from her prison.

For a little while…

* * * * *

Alex softly moaned. Jenna was between her legs, sucking her off like a demon in heat. Her legs clenched on her back, nearly going cross-eyed. Mael watched them with an almost disinterested expression, quietly masturbating on the monitor shelf above them.

Jenna pushed further, taking Alex’s length into her throat. It was just long enough to slip around the curve and feel the grasp of her esophagus. A pang of guilt and sadness shot through Alex’s mind, momentarily interrupting her reverie. That’s what Sam had felt, around her whole body…

It had been an accident, like Jenna had told Cali. Sam had slipped off the back of Nessie’s tongue while being used as a thinking buddy. Alex and Jenna and Mael had all been on the desk, keeping Nessie company while she dealt with some sort of technical problem. Cali and Trinity missed it because they were having their little tryst in Nessie’s bra. She still remembered seeing the lump slipping down Nessie’s throat… and remembered what that had awakened in her…

In all of them, really. Though she tried to hide it, there was something hot about watching it. The shocked look in Nessie’s eyes, afraid at first, but turning aroused over next minutes as she felt Sam’s death throes in her belly. Though Alex cried for Sam that night, the amount of times she’d masturbated to the memory left her feeling guilty and disgusted with herself.

“Feeder,” was what they called it online. There were lots of videos of it, too. Tinies like them, pushing their fellows into mouths, asses, pussies. It was shocking at first, but the hand Jenna kept between her legs never failed to bring Alex a toe-curling orgasm. She felt almost conditioned by it, to the point where Trinity’s death mere minutes ago had elicited little more than an erection for her.

Jenna had been the most taken by it. There was something almost feral in her eyes any time it got close to happening again. Though they shared the same fetish, Jenna was the most openly unabashed by the ramifications. Even Nessie wasn’t as enraptured by it as Jenna was. The girl was always pushing for it to happen again, urging Nessie to take it further, go harder, give in, stop worrying…

Now that Nessie was starting to listen, Alex couldn’t help but feel scared for her own life. Trinity was gone, Cali was probably soon to follow. It wasn’t easy to get tinies. Legally, anyway. Though Nessie cared very little about legalities. Some of the other girls in the house might not have been aware, but she’d rigged the contest to make sure she won Mael. Hacked the website and set the bot to spit her account name back. It was just a little indie developer, so they didn’t even notice. Not that they really would have otherwise. Nessie was good at covering her tracks.

What would happen to her, or even to Jenna, once Nessie ran out of tinies to satisfy her desires?

Then Jenna’s head started bobbing, and Alex forgot her troubles. That was a problem for future Alex. Right now, this was too good not to enjoy. Tinies’ lives were hard, and this was about as close to paradise as she was likely to get. Besides, with the exception of Jenna, she didn’t exactly feel attached to any of the girls left.

Nessie let out a high pitched squeal as she came, her feet slipping off the desk as she bent forward. Alex came too, staring at that huge, naked body. Knowing that two of the people she’d spent her days with were sealed away inside of it. With her orgasm, all of Alex’s worries melted away.

Just enjoy the moment, her own dark desires said. Let Nessie have her fun, and keep encouraging the behavior in ways that keep her attention off you and Jenna.

An eater always needed feeders, after all.

* * * * *

Cali awoke to cold water splashing over her body. She startled and screamed, sitting upright. A massive shriek pierced her ears, and she found herself falling. Her arms pedaled in the air, and she landed with a splash into a pool of even colder water. Coughing, she weakly tried to swim, but soon found the pool shallower than expected. Her butt hit the bottom while her face was still above water.

“Jesus fuck, don’t scare me like that!” Nessie boomed.

“Sorry…” Cali responded automatically, still regaining her own composure.

Sensory data started to filter back into her brain, letting her take stock of her situation. She was in the sink of the half-bath in Nessie’s bedroom. Nessie’s large, naked form was standing over her, blue eyes still a little wide with shock. Her skin was slippery, and upon looking down, foamy. Nessie was washing her off.

Once again, she was surprised to still be alive. Her body was sore all over. She would surely have some massive bruises tomorrow, especially on her shoulder. The pattern of Nessie’s molars throbbed in her shoulder, the dull pain radiating across her back and up her neck. But she was alive.

Nessie’s fingers came back, gentle and almost caring. Cali let herself be cleaned, helping here and there in the areas that Nessie was too big to properly reach. The creases around her pussy, her buttcrack, her eyes, ears, nose. Everything was scrubbed with a vicious intensity due both to the difference in their size, and Cali’s own touch memory. She still felt the velvety walls on her skin. It made her feel unclean, to the point where she wanted to remove her skin and burn it. And rightfully so! She had just been inside her owner’s fucking asshole!

…It had been hot though…

Again, she had a thing for girls being gross. Reasonably gross, though! This was… well, at least it had been clean. As clean as a butt could be at least… oh god, did she like it?! She’d always been a little anal-focused when it came to pleasing others, so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it. In fact, it was… at the top of her list… Right under Nessie eating her.

But as usual, fantasy v.s. reality here! Now that she was out of sub space, she truly began to realize how horrifying the last half-hour or so had been for her. Trinity was dead. She’d almost been dead, multiple times. Yet she just couldn’t bring herself to feel much of anything about it. A numbness settled on her, as though she was in shock. So many of her deepest, darkest fantasies had been fulfilled one after the other. Terrible, awful fantasies that deserved to stay in the deepest parts of her twisted subconscious. They should never have seen the light of day.

And yet, they were fantasies for a reason. Like it or not, she found those things so uncomfortably arousing it made her squirm. Her need for it was so bad that it physically ached. As fucked up as the fantasies made her feel, it was etched so deeply into her psyche that it was an inescapable part of who she was.

Just as the water was finally getting warm, Nessie shut it off and pulled the drain plug out. Cali shivered. Her skin was bright red. She was so pale that there was nothing to mask the reddening of her rough, thorough scrub. The cool air of the apartment stung her skin. She felt like she’d removed at least two layers of skin.

Nessie scooped her out of the sink and set her on a dry washcloth. Cali gratefully wrapped herself up in it, shivering more as she dried herself.

“I thought I lost you there for a little bit,” Nessie said.

“Guess I’m tougher than I look,” Cali said, her voice cracking.

Nessie put her hands on her hips, an odd expression on her face. It was like pride, mixed with a barely contained mirth.

“No I mean I almost lost you up my ass,” she said, stifling a chuckle. “I literally couldn’t find you for a good five minutes.”

A hot blush stole over Cali’s cheeks, and she felt a little dizzy. That should not have turned her on as much as it did. She bunched up the towel between her legs, squeezing it for comfort.

“Maybe tie a string around me next time?” she suggested.

What did she mean next time?!

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Nessie said, though her eyes turned away as she spoke. Cali’s heartbeat quickened.

She was lifted from the countertop, carried away by Nessie toward the bed. The three remaining girls sat on the nightstand, all cuddling and fondling each other. Upon seeing her, Jenna perked up and gave her a big wave, a bright, happy smile on her face.

“Hey, you made it!” Jenna said as Cali was deposited next to them.

Cali scooched off the hand, standing on uneasy legs.

“Disappointed?” she asked, stumbling over to the pile of girls and flopping down into it. Her face smushed into Mael’s boob.

Despite her conflicted feelings on everything that had occurred, she was clear on one specific thing: the other girls’ betrayal stung. No matter what they thought of her, encouraging Nessie to eat her was nowhere near okay in her mind. They had some explaining to do here.

“No, not at all!” Jenna quickly answered. Perhaps a little too quickly, or maybe that was Cali’s bias. Jenna leaned closer to whisper to her. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? And I’m sorry about Trinity, too. We all liked her.”

The numbness started to creep back into Cali’s soul. She went to respond with an uncharacteristically pointed remark when Mael slipped a finger on either side of her clit and gave it a pinch. She squeaked, arching her hips forwards into the hand.

“You know how it is,” Mael said into her other ear. “It’s not like we get a choice when the bigs want to do something.”

Alex’s hand groped Cali’s chest, rolling her nipple between her index and middle fingers. Cali bit her lip, a shuddering breath slipping from her nose before she could stop it.

“Sometimes all you can do is make sure it’s not you on the receiving end,” Alex said.

She leaned down and softly kissed Cali's neck right below the ear, earning herself a soft gasp. They really must have been sorry. It wasn’t often at all that they pushed her buttons. She was surprised they even remembered them.

Okay, maybe Cali could forgive them. It wasn’t like she really even blamed them for it. If she had… different proclivities, she might've done the same in their position. She almost certainly would not have, but with the way Mael was working her clit, she could convince herself she might've for the next few minutes.

Cali surrendered to the hand insistently rubbing between her legs, leaning back further into Mael’s chest. Her head turned to the side, allowing Alex further access to kiss her neck, as she put her own mouth to use kissing and licking the tattooed breast to the side of her. Jenna got down between her legs, applying soft, gentle kisses to the insides of her thighs.

Cali closed her eyes, letting them kiss and nudge and nip at her skin. It felt good. Right, in a way. After all she’d been through, she deserved a little pampering. She was physically and mentally exhausted, sore, bruised, and on the verge of another migraine. She wished she’d drunk some of the water before Nessie had shut off the faucet, because she was also dehydrated.

Tomorrow would not be fun for her. The thought surprised her. For the first time since entering Nessie’s mouth however long ago, she felt confident enough to assume that she would actually have a tomorrow.

“We’ve got a surprise for yooouuu,” Jenna sang from between her legs. “Why don’t you open your eyes?”

Cali did as instructed. Nessie was laying on her stomach, resting her chin on the nightstand. Seeing Cali looking, she gave her a teasing wink and opened her mouth. Her pink tongue—actually pink again; she must have brushed her teeth—rolled out before her like a welcome mat. Shiny white teeth twinkled at her, reflecting the light of the desk lamp.

Cali’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat, but an insistent squeeze of her clit pushed the worries back to the recesses of her mind.

“We know how much you like it in there,” Mael said. “So we talked Nessie into giving you a little treat.”

Cali wasn’t sure if she wanted to go back in there. But when Mael sat up and pulled her onto Nessie's tongue with her, her worries started to dissipate. Nessie wouldn’t try anything with others in her mouth… right? Least of all Mael. Mael was worth something like $500 for being a collectible. At least she was when she first arrived. Her insistence on keeping herself “near-mint” meant she wouldn’t have lost too much value.

Jenna crawled in after her, getting back between her legs with a wicked smile. She resumed kissing and nipping at Cali’s soft thighs, her fingers squeezing indents in them. Alex sat just outside, framed by the teeth, watching intently as she stroked herself. There was a lewd hunger in her eyes, one that Cali hadn’t seen before. Did they… were they turned on by this too? Not the sex, but the way in which it was happening?

She wouldn’t get much more time to consider this, because just then Mael encouraged her to participate more actively. Her hand retreated from the clit, and she pushed herself up off the tongue until her pussy was hovering over Cali’s face. Swirling blue tattoos framed it on either side, giving the appearance of a fine china plate upon which her dinner was served.

The hips dropped, and Cali found dinner delivered to her faster than expected. Mael’s hot, sticky pussy, slimy with both arousal and Nessie’s spit, hit her face with a wet splap. Cali’s fingers clenched against the taste buds beneath her. It seemed Nessie wasn’t the only one who demanded worship in this house.

So worship she did. Cali’s arms wrapped around the much broader and more muscular thighs of her faux-Pictish roommate. Her tongue got to work, running along the labia with long smooth licks. Mael bent down over her body, her moans reverberating in the mouth that surrounded them. Her fingers returned to Cali’s clit, rubbing on either side of it in the way they all knew she liked.

Jenna’s hot mouth got dangerously close, but Cali knew it wouldn’t make it all the way to her pussy. There was no need. Her role in this house was no accident. Cali was at her most turned on when she was made to worship someone.

That would soon become apparent, as despite everything that had happened, the feelings brimming beneath the surface, and the tiredness that seemed to reach her very soul, she came in less than two minutes from mostly-indirect pressure, some light kisses, and a pussy in her face. She squeezed hard on Jenna’s head, moaning up into Mael through her nose. Pleasure crashed over her exhausted mind, and she lost control of her limbs for a little bit. She had just enough of her senses left to feel Mael shudder against her mouth as she came too, dousing Cali’s face with thick, sweet arousal.

Things slipped into a mushy blur of horny after that. Cali lost all sense of self in the tangle of limbs and the occasional licks of their mistress’s tongue. Another head was between her legs, another hand on her breasts, another pussy demanding to be pleased. They were all deserving of her attention, and all were subjected to her twisted fantasies.

The longer the orgy went on, the more Cali wished that Nessie would swallow. Just take two or three of them down in one big gulp. It would take a couple swallows, surely, but she'd get them down. She’d seen the way Nessie ate takeout. She barely even chewed, and to call the mouthfuls generous was an understatement. She could do it.

Cali didn’t even notice how far back into Nessie’s mouth they’d moved. The big girl had of course withdrawn her tongue once everybody was on it, but it was almost as though she’d subconsciously shifted herself back with each passing minute. Like her desires were taking over again, drawing her towards that inevitable fate she craved so desperately.

When she finally regained some sense of self, she was rimming Alex at the very precipice of Nessie’s throat. Alex had her feet pressed to the soft flesh across the gaping chasm, and someone was jerking her off while riding Cali’s fingers. From the moans, it sounded like Jenna.

Cali didn’t give it too much thought. She lifted her head up, pressing her tongue further into Alex. Nessie's tongue sloped down beneath her head; it took effort to keep her lover’s pucker close enough to lick. She felt the strain in her neck and shoulders, but after all the pain she had endured today to please Nessie, it was little more than mild discomfort.

She would endure far worse to hear the kinds of moans her tongue elicited. Her heart was filled with warmth, seeing all of her friends enjoying this as much as she did. There was a sense of togetherness that she hadn’t felt before, as everyone shared in the fetish she’d kept to herself for so long. Cali felt as though she was finally allowed to be herself.

Even though she still wished for more…

Alex’s moans reached a fever pitch as she orgasmed. Cali heard her cum splattering against the wall of flesh behind her. She tried to grab onto Alex’s hips, to push her tongue deeper and drive her further into wanton pleasure, but Alex was ripped away. Jenna had wrapped both of her arms around her and yanked her backwards and off of Cali. Her feet were braced against Nessie’s molars, keeping the two of them safely away from the gaping cavern behind Cali’s head.

Cali’s eyes stared into Jenna’s, seeing a mix of arousal and regret in her gaze.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “But I need this right now…”

She put her foot against Cali’s body and shoved her backwards, into the waiting grasp of Nessie’s throat.

GLRRK!

Cali barely had time to feel shock before the crushing flesh engulfed her again. The esophagus claimed her head and chest, but this time Nessie didn’t gag her back up. A ripple of peristalsis ran up her body, reigniting the pains in her tenderized muscles. The throat wasn’t as tight as the sphincter, but it was significantly stronger and tighter than the space beyond had been. The pull of the muscle grasped her body, stretching her neck and back until the vertebrae felt like they would snap apart from each other.

Her feet slipped off the back of Nessie’s tongue, weakly kicking as she struggled for air against the oppressive throat. Barely a second later, their movements were stifled by the molesting flesh. Cali was fully engulfed. Her mistress was now her entire world. All she was capable of perceiving.

All she would ever perceive again.

Finally…

The shock subsided, and bliss took its place. She was fulfilling her purpose. She had wanted this for so, so long. Cali began to shiver as the excitement and arousal became too much for her body to bear. Her only regret was not placing her hand better so she could use it on the way down.

It was perfectly overwhelming. The rhythmic waves of the muscle were far too stimulating for her to handle. Her nipples hurt from how sensitive they were. Her pussy ached for touch, but the way her pubic mound was getting squeezed sent painful electric shocks through her whole abdomen. Nessie’s heartbeat pounded in her head and chest, driving spikes into her skull with each life-sustaining beat.

This was exactly what she wanted. To be so completely dominated by her mistress’s body. Even the slightest squeeze was too much for her, and she loved it.

Wave after wave of rippling flesh carried her to her doom, each one forcing a new orgasm from her battered body. By the time her head breached the esophageal sphincter, she felt wrung out. A used up toy on its way to be recycled.

Cali splashed into a pool of stomach acid. Bliss turned to agony in a second. She screamed as it went up her nose and into her mouth. Fuck, it burned so bad so quick!

A soft gurgling to the side of her caught her attention, almost lost in the groans and splashes of this new hell. Completely blind with her eyes beginning to sting, she felt around until her hands found something… mostly solid, but concerningly squishy.

“Trinity?!” Another wheezing, blood filled hack confirmed her suspicions. “You're still alive!”

Though she couldn't see her, Cali could tell that she was in a bad way. The part she'd grabbed—a shoulder maybe?—had a disturbingly spongy texture. Things were bumping up against her legs. Long, ropey things, smaller chunky things, more spongy bits… The fact she was even alive in this condition was miraculous.

“Khhha'eee,” Trinity tried to say. Cali could tell from the shape of the words that she was missing her lips and her tongue. “Ih… ihhh huuuurrrhhh…”

Tears streamed down Cali’s face, carrying with them the sickening metallic scent of blood.

“I-I know it hurts Trin,” Cali soothed. “Y-you don't have to stay if you don't want to.”

“Khhahhh… rooofhhe…”

She couldn’t move. Feeling around, Cali found that what was left of Trinity had come to rest on one of Nessie’s rugae—the thick, zigzagging folds that both ground down food and allowed the stomach to stretch. The squeezing of segmentation attempting to churn her into chyme had thus far been unsuccessful in dislodging her.

Cali knew what she had to do. Burying her feet in the slimy folds of the rugae, she put her hands on Trinity's body, suppressing the revulsion that tickled the back of her throat as she both heard and felt the sickly squish of denatured muscle beneath her fingers.

"G-goodbye, Trin,” Cali sobbed. “I'm s-sorry we never got to be something… but w-we'll be together as part of Nessie n-now.”

She pushed, and Trinity slipped off the rugae into the pool of stomach acid. Cali must have been imagining it, but she'd swear the burbles of her dying breath sounded grateful. That would be her soon. She already felt the burning in every exposed mucosal lining on her body. The nasty sour flavor of it filled her mouth and she smelled nothing but the stinging, acrid air tinged with blood and denatured flesh.

But she still had time. At least a few minutes before the pain became unbearable. Until Nessie’s body claimed her, she was still her own person. And as beat up, emotionally wrecked, and disoriented as she was, this was still her greatest fantasy coming true.

She was going to enjoy this before she couldn't anymore.

Cali still felt the soggy, sponge-like quality of Trinity’s flesh on her hands. She rubbed them on the stomach walls, wiping it away until it was replaced with sliminess and tingles. Ignoring the burning sensation that was rapidly spreading through her labia and clit, she reclined her body in the folds where Trinity had laid, and started massaging herself. Her foot dangled lazily into the pool of acids below, idly stirring the chyme as gentle segmentation sloshed the mixture.

The burning made everything so sensitive. Cali squeaked, slowing her rubs. Fuck, it almost hurt. No, it did hurt. But it was still that good sort of hurt. The kind that enhanced the experience, once she got used to it. Not yet the kind of hurt that indicated that things were starting to fall off.

She found herself speeding up more and more as time went on. Her foot was tingling, and the skin felt tight. She hurriedly pulled it back from the pool before more damage could be done that might interrupt her. An errant squeeze of the stomach sloshed the pool of juices up over her lower half, and the burning began anew. It took on a new intensity that forced a half-moan, half-shriek out of her. Time was very rapidly running out for her.

The esophageal sphincter hissed, and cool air from the outside wafted over her, pushing away the sour stink for a moment. Nessie was swallowing air. She wasn’t going to let her little snack suffocate. She wanted her to live long enough to feel digestion.

The casual cruelness of the act combined with the rapidly-spreading burning sensation spurred Cali to act faster. Her legs splayed out, slipping into the zigzag creases beneath her. Her hand went faster, sliding down on occasion to squeeze and massage her labia. She dared not slip a finger inside, for fear that a fresh round of stabbing pain from her tight little tunnel would dampen her arousal. As she felt the skin between her toes beginning to crack, she realized that if she lost the mood, she wouldn’t be able to get it back.

Her squeaks turned to squeals, and then to moans. She started to cry again, sending fresh bloody tracks down her cheeks. Her eyes were really starting to burn, and her sinuses were on fire. She squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could. The pressure helped control the pain.

Finally, Cali gasped, and exploded into what was probably the best orgasm of her life. Her back arched rapidly, feet slipping on the slimy floor beneath her. Thunderous waves of pleasure crashed over her, obliterating all other feelings. Her legs kicked and scrambled against the floor, hips gyrating. Her hand was mushed to her labia and clit so hard her wrist hurt.

It would be the last orgasm of her life, too. Squirming with pleasure, she slipped off the rugae and splashed fully into the pool of acid and chyme. She would get no afterglow. No mushy Cali with no sense of reality, as the agony she’d put off for so long finally broke through her defenses.

It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. Cali screamed. Her mind was still soft and flooded with feel-good chemicals. She was unable to comprehend the sudden and violent shift to unfettered agony that she now found herself in. She struggled to keep her head above the surface. Her skin began to foam as the acid got to work. Stale, stinging air filled her lungs, tinged with the taste of blood.

She’d had her fun. Now the reality of her fetish began to settle in. Cali coughed, tasting more blood on her tongue. Where it had come from, she couldn’t tell. Her fists beat weakly against the stomach walls. Every nerve ending was on fire. It felt like white hot needles burrowing into her skin.

She was slipping into shock, her body shutting down. Her vain struggles became random and less directed, until they ceased altogether. Her head slipped under the surface. For a brief moment, the agony that exploded in her eyes, ears, sinuses, and mouth caused her struggling to redouble. Her eardrums ruptured with two sickening pops, and she went deaf. The last thing she heard was the sounds of the acids rushing into her skull, pouring down the drainage tubes at the back of her throat. She gurgled and screamed, though she could not hear it. Blood flowed over her tongue and dribbled from the corners of her mouth.

Then a wash of endorphins stilled her limbs again. Her brain had caught on. It knew she was dying, and had emptied every happy chemical into her body at once.

At the end of her life, Cali was at peace. The burning was dull, a distant memory of her rapidly fading consciousness. Acid poured down her throat, filling her lungs and beginning to digest her from the inside out. Her purpose was fulfilled. She would be a part of Nessie now, with Trinity and Sam.

The last thing to pass through her mind was a memory. Trinity’s smiling face, staring down at her from the countertop. The tease in her eyes, the blush on her cheeks. The soft lilt in her voice as she told Cali to hurry up.

We’re waiting on you, you know! she said, twisting a strand of her silky auburn hair. Finish up quick, so we can start the party!

I’m done, Trin, Cali thought. I’m coming…

* * * * *

Cali’s death did not go unwitnessed. Jenna’s ear was pressed to Nessie’s belly the whole time, straining to hear her over the beating of her heart and the gurgling of her guts. She squirmed with delight through the moans, and stuck her ass up for Alex to fuck her through the screams. But now, there was nothing but silence from within. Nessie’s body was done with her.

“You must have been hungry,” she cooed into Nessie’s belly. “I think she’s dead already…”

She tried not to let too much disappointment slip into her voice. The girl had barely lasted half an hour. Sam had at least managed 45 minutes.

“Well, they are all I’ve eaten today,” Nessie mumbled.

She was reclining on her back with her girls on her stomach, watching as they continued to play with each other. A hand was between her legs, lazy fondling her labia.

Jenna crawled up her chest, kissing as she went. Sam had the reputation as the one who thought bigs were hot, but that was by design. Jenna kept this side of her under lock and key most of the time. It wouldn’t do for the rest of the house to actually understand the dynamic at play here. Only Alex knew, and she didn’t know everything yet.

“You still hungry, baby?” she said, her voice low and husky.

She couldn’t see Nessie’s face, but she could feel the heat of her blush even from her collarbones. Collarbones that she kissed as she inched her way further up. Jenna straddled her neck, rubbing her pussy against the ridged trachea beneath her.

“A little, yeah…”

“I think the problem was how much she wanted it… You might be more satisfied if you had someone who wasn’t into it. Someone who will really struggle and fight in your belly.” Jenna gently nipped at Nessie’s throat. “Mael perhaps?”

“M-me?!” Mael shouted from her place on Nessie’s belly. Her green eyes were wide with a fear that Jenna had come to relish. “N-no way, I’m a collectible! One of a kind!”

But Nessie’s hand was already lifting her into the air. Mael screamed, kicking and pushing against the thumb on her ribs. Nessie squeezed her, forcing the air out of her with a strained wheeze. She went limp in the big girl’s grip.

“Too bad your game sucked,” Nessie said. “I couldn’t even romance the fucking Roman general chick!”

Mael screamed as she was dropped. The flesh under Jenna’s body rippled, and the most expensive tiny in the house started her one-way journey to the same fate as her lowly housemates.

Good riddance, you prissy bitch.

Jenna rode the lump, grinding on Mael’s shrieking, struggling form until she slipped behind Nessie’s collarbones. She gave a pleased sigh, collapsing against Nessie’s neck.

“Mmmmhhhh… there’s a good girl,” she said. Nessie didn’t respond except to turn her head to the side. Jenna noticed the hand between her legs sped up, though.

She gave a quick kiss to the neck again before scurrying back down to her spot below the big girl’s left breast so she could hear her splash in. The initial shriek was always her favorite. She wiggled her ass, inviting Alex to come use her again. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt hands on her hips and that lovely length penetrating her again. She pressed her ear to Nessie’s belly and moaned. Her fingernails dug into Nessie’s skin.

Though Nessie held all the physical power in the house, it would be wrong to say she was the one in charge. There was a reason Jenna had been there the longest. She was Nessie’s confidant, her lover, and on occasion her domme. Though Sam had been the first Alex had seen slip down Nessie’s throat, Jenna had done this a dozen times before, to a dozen different girls.

Alex worried she’d be next, but there was no reason for her to fear it. Jenna had put a lot of work into making her a perfect partner in crime, conditioned to love this just as much as she did. She was in the loop now. Part of the inner circle. Nessie would never eat her without Jenna’s express permission.

“You got anybody else in the mail?” Jenna asked between moans.

“Another box reward,” Nessie said. “And I’m going to a mini meetup this weekend. I’ll see if I can get another one there.”

“Remember to actually check the mailbox,” Alex chastised.

“Hey, I saved on takeout that time…” Nessie grumbled.

Jenna softly giggled, then shushed them both. Mael’s screams were starting to get more frequent. She wasn’t going to miss this…