Millie grunted in frustration as she swiped her hand across the massive screen in front of her. Scrolling down web pages on her phone was always fairly difficult. There was nothing wrong with the phone of course, it simply wasn't designed for someone her size.
Like many other unfortunate victims of what most people called the "shrinking virus," Millie had rapidly and miraculously shrunk down in size over the course of a few weeks. In the first week she'd lost about two feet in height, still rightfully alarming but leaving her more or less the size of a well-proportioned little person. By week two she was just under 12 inches, not much bigger than a barbie doll. At the end of week three the process halted, leaving her at her current mere three inches of height. The pace and rate of shrinking tended to vary between victims, but almost all of them bottomed out at between two to four inches. It had been three years since Millie contracted the new and exceptionally rare virus, and though she hadn't shrunk any further, she wasn't showing any signs of returning to her normal size either.
Millie sighed as she finally managed to get the page to scroll, sitting back onto the small pillow that served as her bed. It was frustrating being a tiny person in a regular-sized world. With outdoor activities being largely unsafe and books being far too big to handle, she spent a lot of time browsing on her old iPhone like this. It was dull, but it somewhat distracted her from the regular life she was missing out on.
Millie's boredom was quickly replaced by sickening sense of dread as she read the latest headline on her reddit feed: Virus Victim Disappearances Increase, Rise of "Predator" Fad Suspected.
So much for her escapism. The only thing worse than being reminded that she was missing out on life was being reminded that it was currently trendy for young people to swallow tiny people like Millie alive.
Millie shivered and pushed the massive phone over, trying to shake image of the latest missing victim (a girl around her age) from her mind. She didn't want to imagine that poor girl inside someone's stomach, because then she knew she'd imagine HERSELF inside someone's stomach, and then...
"Fuck..." Millie grit her teeth and shivered violently as one of her anxiety attacks kicked in.
Just the idea of knowing there were people out there who wanted to eat her would have made Millie's reaction understandable enough, but she'd actually had a few close calls over the years. She'd been a sophomore in high school when she first contracted the virus, and though the school had tried to accommodate her and the handful of other shrunken students, her classmates had been far less considerate.
Once the fad caught on, several of her peers made no secret about their desire to gobble her up. It was a common occurrence for students to display their open mouths or rub their stomachs at her, and on one truly traumatizing occasion Millie had been dangled over the open mouth of a senior girl in the locker room. In all likelihood, her high school career (and life) would have probably ended there, but Millie was luckier than most...
BANG-BANG!
Millie jumped at the thunderous knock at her window. There was a massive silhouette looming on the other side of the glass. Her panic was quickly replaced with joy as the window slid up and she recognized the pretty face of her good luck charm: Sarah.
"Surprise!" Sarah chirped, her dirty-blonde hair bouncing as she dramatically raised her hands to the side of her face.
"Sarah! What are you doing here?" Millie gasped, rising to her feet and rushing along the top of the desk towards the window.
Without Sarah, Millie was pretty sure she wouldn't have survived high school They'd grown up on the same street and had been friends for years. When Millie was in the hospital with the virus, Sarah had visited her everyday. Even after she was shrunk, Sarah carried her around between classes and looked out for her as best she could. She was like her giant blonde defender; Millie could still picture how Sarah had rushed to her rescue and decked the bitch that had tormented her in the locker room. They saw each other a little less after Millie's parents decided to pull her out of high school her senior year for safety reasons, and it had been months since she'd seen her face now that Sarah had gone away to college.
"I'm done with all my finals already, I'm on spring break early! Come hang out!" Sarah said, extending her open palm through the window for Millie.
Millie cautiously stepped onto her friend's giant palm.
"Uh, okay! I should probably tell my parents though..."
Sarah rolled her eyes and giggled.
"Oh Millie, Millie, Millie...you've still got so much to learn," Sarah teased, shaking her head at her tiny friend, "You've spent too much time cooped up in here—we're not little kids anymore, we can do things without asking permission! You can trust me, I'm a college girl, after all!"
"You've been in college for less than a year!" Millie protested, blushing. She found herself getting flustered; thinking about how Sarah got to go to college always made her insanely jealous.
"And I've already learned so much about the world of adults," Sarah proclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest dramatically. "C'mon, let's get you out of here..."
Millie sighed and relented, sitting down in her friends palm. Grinning, Sarah softly closed her fingers around her tiny friend and pulled her through the window.
Back in Sarah's old bedroom, Millie laughed and smiled harder than she had in months as the two friends caught up. Sarah's parents weren't home, and Sarah took advantage of this fact by leaving the room to blast music through the house from her dad's sound system. After disappearing for a bit, Sarah returned to the room with a mischievous look on her face.
"Guess what Iiiii've got..?" Sarah sang, clearly hiding something behind her back.
Before Millie even had time to guess, Sarah proudly revealed a bottle of vodka.
"Ta-dah!"
"You drink now?" Millie asked, blushing slightly. They'd both been strictly straight edge in high school, and Millie still very much was.
"Everyone drinks in college," Sarah explained matter of factly, sitting her comparatively huge behind next to Millie on her bed, the impact causing Millie to loose her balance.
"Hey! Watch out!" Millie complained, pulling herself to her feet.
"Oops! Sorry!" Sarah giggled. "It's been a while, I forgot you're delicate." She teased out the final word in an exaggerated tone.
"Har-har..." Millie grumbled. "Won't your parents notice you took their booze?"
"Ugh, Millie! I told you to stop acting like a little kid!" Sarah teased, "What, are you afraid?"
"I'm not afraid! I just..." Millie protested, "...I've never drank before..."
"I know..." Sarah cooed, giving Millie's tiny head a patronizing pat with her finger, "...that's what's going to make this so much fun!"
Sarah disappeared again and returned with one shot glass, filling it up and placing it in front of Millie.
"This is way more than I need I think..." Millie said as she inched towards the cup of vodka almost as large as her. She recoiled in revulsion as the strong odor of alcohol struck her nostrils.
Sarah giggled and took a swig of vodka straight from the bottle, gagging slightly and wincing as the strong liquor went down.
"Gah...Sorry it's the smallest cup I have," Sarah apologized, "Drink up, it's good!"
"It didn't look like it was very good." Millie noted, observing Sarah taking a swig of a glass of water to wash the taste from her mouth.
"It just takes some getting used to...c'mon, I want to get drunk with my best friend!" Sarah pleaded, pushing the shot glass closer to Millie.
Hearing Sarah's friendly words warmed something inside Millie, and she found herself grinning stupidly. Doing her best to not breath in, she approached the glass, tilted her head over the rim and took a sip.
Millie recoiled almost immediately as the liquor traveled down her throat, coughing and gagging as she did.
"AUGH! That's TERRIBLE!" Millie cried.
Sarah began laughing hysterically, practically collapsing backwards onto her bed, the impact and her heaving chest again causing Millie to lose her balance and fall over.
"Oh my god...that was the funniest thing I've ever seen..!" Sarah wheezed, wiping a tear of laughter from her eye.
"Sarah, seriously, I don't think I can drink anymore..." Millie said, wiping her mouth as she rose to her knees.
"Everybody hates it at first, but good news: you're so little that'll probably be more than enough to get you drunk. Lemme help..."
Sarah grabbed the mostly-full shot glass and raised to her lips, quickly tilting the vodka into her mouth. Millie blinked as she watched her friend easily swallow what compared to her was basically an entire bath's worth of vodka. Though she was still comfortable around Sarah compared to other girls, moments like that always left Millie with an unsettling reminder of how truly small she was compared to regular people.
Sarah wiped her lips with her hand and set the glass down, oblivious to her friend's moment of existential anxiety.
"Oh my god, I have to tell you about one of my professors..."
As the night carried on and the girls chatted and joked, Millie felt her body steadily become warmer and her thoughts swimmier as the vodka did its work. The inebriation did a lot to help her anxiety, and it helped that Sarah had a way of making her feel comfortable. It was the best night Millie could remember having in years.
However, Sarah's behavior occasionally gave her pause. She noticed her blonde friend occasionally become distracted while speaking, losing her words as she stared down at Millie in a strangely captivated way. Whenever it became clear Millie noticed, Sarah would snap out of it and quickly take a swig of vodka before usually starting a new subject. It was strange, but Millie chalked it up to the booze. She'd never seen Sarah drunk before, after all.
After finishing an embarrassing story about her roommate, Sarah paused and took a long swig from the bottle before setting it aside. She glanced down at Millie and opened her mouth to say something, but quickly looked away and brought a hand to her lips. Millie furrowed her brow as she noticed Sarah's bottom was shifting anxiously on the surface of the bed next to her
"Is everything okay, Sarah?" Millie asked.
"What? Yeah, totally..." Sarah answered, looking down at Millie in a distracted way.
"Really, because you're being weird." Millie joked, grinning up at her friend. "Did you have too much to dri-"
"Millie can I ask you a big favor?" Sarah interrupted, her body noticeably tensing up as she stared down at Millie earnestly.
"What kind of favor?" Millie asked, confused.
"Can you just promise me you'll do it? Even if it sounds messed up?" Sarah continued.
"Why can't you just tell me what it is first?"
"Millie please!" Sarah pleaded, leaning in closer to her tiny friend. "I know this is weird, but I've always had your back no matter what, can you just please promise to do this one thing for me?"
Millie paused, still very much confused. This was definitely strange coming from Sarah...but what she was saying was also true. Sarah had always had Millie's back; she probably wouldn't even have been alive today without her. Sarah had always looked out for her and never asked for anything in return. Millie practically owed it to her.
"Okay, sure. I'll do it, whatever it is." Millie agreed, smiling up at Sarah.
"You promise?" Sarah asked, staring down at Millie tensely.
"I promise! Now what is it?" Millie said.
Sarah twirled her blonde ponytail and chewed her lip nervously as she hesitated a moment before speaking.
"Millie...can I swallow you?"
A deep sinking feeling hit Millie's chest like a brick wall. She simply froze, not knowing how to react. The words didn't even make sense coming out of Sarah's mouth...unless it was a joke. It had to be a joke.
"Ha-ha, very funny..." Millie forced herself to chuckle nervously.
She glanced up and met her friend's eyes. Sarah was staring down at her silently, her expression unmoving.
"Sarah, this isn't funny." Millie said sternly.
"Millie, I'm not joking. I'm really asking." Sarah explained, still watching her friend tensely.
The sinking feeling in Millie's chest grew worse. Millie began to shiver slightly as she felt an anxiety attack approaching.
"You...you want to eat me?" Millie stammered taking a step back, tears beginning to form in her eyes.
"No! No! I don't want to eat you!" Sarah apologized frantically, waving her palms in front of her, "I just...I just want to know what it feels like. I'll just swallow you and have you in my tummy for a bit, and then I'll let you out!"
"I don't want you to swallow me! I don't want to be in y-your...tummy!!" Millie protested.
"Millie it won't be that bad! It won't be like those awful bitches in high school It's me, your friend. I'll be careful!" Sarah begged.
"No!" Millie cried, her body beginning to shiver violently. "No, I won't do it! This is fucked up!"
Sarah's expression shifted from apologetic to hurt.
"You promised..."
"Yeah, because I didn't think my best friend wanted to EAT me!" Millie screamed back.
Sarah frowned and turned away from Millie, crossing her arms and sulking.
"You promised," she repeated, bitterly.
The two girls sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. As Millie's anxiety attack slowly subsided, she studied her friend's sulking body. It still made her sick to think Sarah wanted her to be...in there, but she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that was creeping over her. She hated seeing Sarah like this, and she felt even worse knowing she was in some way responsible, even if she felt justified in her decision.
"...Why do you want to know what it...feels like, anyway?" Millie asked, breaking the silence.
"What does it matter? If I tell you you'll just hate me even more..." Sarah pouted, still not turning around.
"I won't hate you..." Millie sighed, "I just want to understand it."
Sarah shifted back towards Millie cautiously.
"First of all, you're still my best friend. You know I love you, and I'd never let any bitch eat you, that hasn't changed." Sarah explained.
"BUT..." Millie prodded.
"But..." Sarah admitted, "...I've heard from some of the girls at college who have...tried it, and they say it feels really good having a tiny person in your tummy."
"You know those girls are murderers, right?" Millie said, feeling anger swelling up in her again. "These are the kinds of people you're friends with at college?"
"C'mon Millie, you don't know them..." Sarah said guiltily, blushing and looking away.
"I know that they've eaten people like me! You just said so!" Millie shouted.
"Can we not talk about them right now? One thing I've learned at college is that a lot of people have tried it...it's kind of embarrassing for me, like everyone has had this amazing experience and I'm like a little kid who has no idea what it's like...I'm probably not explaining it very well, am I?"
Millie sighed. Unfortunately, she knew exactly what Sarah was feeling, it was all too familiar.
"You feel like you're missing out," Millie said, "Like you don't belong, and you just want to be like everyone else."
"Yes, exactly!" Sarah beamed, seemingly oblivious to the irony of their shared experience. Clearly hopeful now, she made a puppy dog face and blinked her blue eyes down at Millie. "And I just thought my best friend would help me out..."
Millie sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. She hated that Sarah was actually making her feel bad about this. She glanced at Sarah's massive midsection, the slightest bit of skin exposed under the bottom of her top. Was she actually prepared to do this? To go in there, all to cheer her friend up?
Millie tried to imagine what it would be like for a moment and immediately regretted it. It was no different than all the times she'd imagined what it would be like inside the stomachs' of her school bullies: dark, disgusting and terrifying. A deep shiver ran down her spine.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. I know I promised but I don't think I can do it," Millie apologized, "The idea of being swallowed...it's just too scary."
Sarah's hopeful expression sank, but she nodded sadly and looked away. Millie observed that her friend seemed to be deep in thought. Before Millie could say anything to fill the silence, Sarah turned back to her and raised a playful eyebrow.
"What if I just put you in my mouth for a little bit? Would that be okay?" Sarah offered.
Millie winced in disgust at the thought of being covered in Sarah's saliva.
"Would that really make you feel better..?" Millie asked, silently praying Sarah would change her mind.
"Yes!" Sarah chirped happily, "I mean, it won't be as fun as swallowing you, but I've heard good things about this part too."
Millie raised a hand to her forehead and grimaced. It was still weird to hear her best friend talk about wanting to swallow her. She also wasn't thrilled about the idea of being inside of Sarah's mouth—it was a little too adjacent in association to being eaten alive—but maybe it was the booze giving her courage, but she felt compelled to help her friend.
"Okay, fine. Let's do this before I change my mind..." Millie relented, shaking her head in defeat.
"Yayyy!" Sarah cheered, scooping up her friend and bringing her up to her grinning face. She puckered her lips and pressed Millie against them, giving her face and upper body an exaggerated kiss. Sarah giggled as she pulled Millie away, watching her tiny friend retch as she wiped the thin layer of saliva away.
"Ugh, I can already tell I'm going to regret this..." Millie complained.
"Is it fucked up that you not liking this makes me want to do it even more?" Sarah teased, watching Millie with excitement.
"Yes. It's EXTREMELY fucked up." Millie replied bitterly.
"Sorry!~" Sarah sang, bringing Millie slightly closer to her mouth. "Well, are you ready for this?"
Without waiting for an answer Sarah opened her mouth wide in front of Millie, revealing the glistening pink cave rimmed with her pearly white teeth. Millie shivered as she observed a few thing strands of saliva connecting the roof of Sarah's mouth to her shifting pink tongue, and she shivered even further as she looked past them towards the dark tunnel that was Sarah's gaping throat.
Millie was already regretting her decision. The last time she'd been this close to a girl's open mouth was in the locker room all those years ago...and despite her friend's assurances, this felt far too similar. She clenched her eyes shut and tried to fight off the approaching anxiety attack.
"It's just for a minute or two..." Millie reminded herself under her breath.
"AAAAH~!" Sarah sang, the sound booming from Millie's proximity.
Millie winced and tried to turn her head away as she was assailed by Sarah's boozy vodka breath.
"Ugh, could you brush your teeth first at least?" Millie complained.
Sarah pulled Millie away from her maw and giggled, standing up from the bed and rolling her eyes.
"Oh alright, but while I'm doing that, strip!" Sarah instructed, setting Millie back down on the bed.
"Strip??" Millie protested, blushing.
"Do you really want your clothes to get all covered in my spit?" Sarah asked, cocking her head smugly.
"Fair enough..." Millie sighed.
Sarah skipped happily out of the room, and Millie began to undress out of the poorly fitting doll clothes that served as her clothes. As she was bending over, now clad only in a pair of tiny panties, she heard the sound of brushing teeth behind her.
"Mm...I can't wait to tashte that schweet little assh..." Sarah teased in a sultry voice from the doorway, toothbrush still in her mouth.
"SARAH!" Millie cried, covering herself and blushing heavily.
"Oh please, if it'll make you feel more comfortable..." Sarah giggled, throwing off her top and revealing her bare stomach and lacy bra. She then spun around and seductively slid down her tights, revealing her pale ass cheeks, separated only by the thin fabric of her thong. She wiggled her behind at Millie playfully.
"Oh god, can you take your gross butt out of here and finish brushing your teeth so we can get this over with..?" Millie groaned, blushing and looking away.
"Hey! It's not gross..." Sarah pouted childishly, "Be nice, if I decide to eat you for real you'll becoming out of there."
Sarah added a childish farting noise with her mouth and giggled, wiggling her ass again.
"That is NOT funny!" Millie growled.
Sarah giggled and fled the room, adding another farting noise with her mouth as she left. She returned a few moments later, sans toothbrush, and scooped Millie up. Bringing her up to her face again, she pulled back her lips to show off her clenched pearly whites. She then pursed her lips and breathed softly onto Millie's face.
"How's that?" Sarah asked.
"Better..." Millie grimaced. Sarah breath definitely still stunk of booze, but at least their was a minty scent masking the worst of it now.
"Okay, I'm going to put you in now. Ready?" Sarah asked, smiling down at her friend excitedly.
"Just for a minute or two, okay?" Millie cautioned, anxiously eyeing the enormous grinning mouth in front of her. "And be careful, you're drunk, don't get carried away or-"
Millie didn't even have time to cry out as Sarah opened her mouth wide and tossed her inside. Landing on the slimy surface of Sarah's tongue, Millie frantically pushed herself away from the gaping throat in front of her, scrambling around just in time to see Sarah's lips and teeth come together, closing her window to the outside world and sealing her in darkness.
"SARAH WAIT-!" Millie cried out as suddenly found herself slammed into the roof of Sarah's mouth by her tongue. Warm, sticky saliva washed over her as Sarah's tongue slithered across her face, breasts and stomach. Millie tried to protest, but saliva filled her mouth, and she was helpless as the tongue tossed her over, beginning to taste the other side of her. She squeaked in protest as she felt the tip of Sarah's tongue prod at her ass playfully, quickly followed by the booming sound of Sarah giggling around her.
Millie instinctively fought against Sarah's attacking tongue, but it was a futile effort. Sarah easily tossed and rubbed Millie against the roof of her mouth and the inside of her cheeks, occasionally stopping to suck on her forcefully, washing as much saliva over her as possible. Millie yelped in fear as the tongue pushed her between Sarah's top and bottom molars, flinching as she felt the top row of teeth come down on her. But the impact she'd braced for was soft, and Sarah merely gently gnawed on her friend in a playful manner.
Millie was rolled back to the center of Sarah's mouth and was suddenly blinded and chilled by a rush of light and cold air as Sarah opened her mouth. Millie wiped the slobber from her eyes and looked out from between Sarah's teeth to see her own reflection staring back at her from Sarah's bedroom mirror. Millie looked even worse than she'd imagined, totally soaked in spit and wide-eyed with terror. In contrast, Sarah looked absolutely gleeful, her blue eyes sparkling with joy as she stared down at Millie's refection inside her mouth.
Can't she see how horrible this is for me?? Millie wondered to herself, almost immediately shivering as she suspected that the less fun this was for her, the funner it was for Sarah. Despite being her best friend and a nice person, it seemed Sarah wasn't completely above enjoying whatever thrill so many other young people gained from abusing shrunken people.
"Sarah..! Can we sto-" Millie tried to cry out, but Sarah immediately clacked her teeth shut sealing her in darkness again.
Before Millie could protest again, she found herself rapidly forced towards the front of Sarah's mouth. She winced as her head and shoulders were pushed through the front of Sarah's pursed lips. As Millie spat out saliva, she felt Sarah's mouth giggle around the rest of her body. Looking back at the reflection, it was clear Sarah found her current position very amusing.
"Sarah that's enough—EEP!!" Millie cried, before suddenly being sucked back inside Sarah's mouth with a wet popping noise. Millie continued to squeak in protest as Sarah sucked her in and out of her lips this way for about a minute. Eventually, Millie was sucked inside again, and Sarah resumed her previous tongue probing for a while.
The torment didn't end until Millie felt the familiar rush of cold air and blinding light of Sarah opening wide again. This time, Millie looked out in horror to see Sarah holding out her iPhone, filming Millie's pathetic state inside of her mouth.
"AAAAAAH~!" Sarah sang around her, winking at the camera before bringing the phone in close for a better shot of Millie.
"SARAH! STOP!!" Millie cried, "I don't like this! Please let me out right now!!"
Sarah paused her singing, and for a moment, Millie thought it was finally over. But a moment later, Sarah closed her mouth around Millie again. Strangely, however, she didn't resume molesting Millie with her tongue or sucking on her. While Millie was thankful for the end of the assault, the change in behavior made her uneasy.
She lay like this, still on Sarah's tongue for about a minute, before the silence was broken by a muffled sound from outside. It took her a moment to recognize the familiar sound: Sarah was watching the video she'd just taken. She heard Sarah replay the video a few more times, and then silence resumed.
"Sarah..?" Millie whimpered weakly, finally able to speak without much saliva getting in her mouth.
Millie froze as she noticed a steadily increasing sound: Sarah was breathing through her nostrils anxiously, as if she was nervous about something...no, working her way up to something.
Before the dreaded idea could even enter Millie's brain, she found herself suddenly sucked backwards towards the back of Sarah's mouth. Millie screamed as she felt her lower half pulled over the back of Sarah's tongue and into her throat. There was a loud gulping noise, followed by a spasm around her and small glimpse of light as Sarah gagged, pushing Millie forward out of her throat.
"SARAH WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Millie screamed, doing her best to claw up Sarah's tongue away from her throat. "STOP IT!"
Millie heard the sound of a deep breath from Sarah's nostrils above her, and a moment later she felt the entire cavern of Sarah's mouth tip upwards. Was she really trying to swallow her??
Millie's question was answered as she suddenly found herself sucked backwards with a deafening wet gulp. She screamed as she slid over the back of Sarah's tongue feet first and was squeezed into the tight moist tunnel of Sarah's esophagus along with a mouthful of saliva. Millie shrieked and gagged on spit as she shot down the cramped chute with alarming speed. Though the journey was brief, it seemed to last an eternity for Millie as she listened in horror to the muffled sounds of Sarah's beating heart and other bodily noises as she traveled deeper into the depths.
Finally, Millie's journey came to an end as she felt her body squeezed through a tight ring. As soon has her legs traveled through, she could already feel the oppressive heat waiting for her. Once Millie's head was forced through the sphincter, she cried out as she plunged into an open chamber, landing with a splash into a pool of warm liquid. Millie splashed to the surface in a panic, finding she could barely stand in the chest-height liquid. Beneath her the bottom of the chamber was unstable and slippery, making it difficult to keep her balance. She began to hyperventilate as she glanced around futilely in the darkness, and immediately regretted it, retching as she breathed in the foul fumes of the chamber, stinking of vomit and vodka strongly in the worst ways. Her worst fear had come to pass: she was inside the stomach of another human being.
The shock of the realization snapped something inside Millie. Screeching at the top of her lungs, she lunged forward blindly, splashing through the stomach's soupy contents, until she slammed into a warm, slimy surface. She continued to cry out as she awkwardly attacking the pulsing wall as best she could, kicking and punching at it. Without any light to guide her blind assault, she found it difficult to keep her footing and fell backwards into the warm soup. Rising up and retching in horror just as quickly, she resumed her assault on the stomach wall until muffled sound from somewhere up above made her pause.
"Millie? Can you hear me in there?"
Millie froze as she heard the distant booming of her friend's voice. Her friend who had swallowed her. Millie stayed very still. There was something deeply unsettling about being spoken to by the same person she was currently inside of.
"Millie, I need to know if you can hear me," Sarah continued. "If you're talking right now I can't hear you, I'm guessing your voice is probably too quiet from inside me...but I can feel it when you move around."
Millie gasped as she felt the stomach wall she was leaning against push against her, knocking her off balance back into the pool of vodka and slime. Pushing herself to the surface with a frustrated cry, Millie rushed back to the stomach wall and called out.
"SARAH!! Please get me out of here!"
"Oh shit, I think I heard like, a little squeak...I can't tell if that was you or my tummy..." the muffled voice continued. "Ummm...tap three times if you can hear me?"
Millie slammed her fist into the slimy stomach wall three times rapidly, gritting her teeth. She wasn't sure if Sarah swallowing her had been accident or not, but she was certain her friend wouldn't have done it if she knew how disgusting and horrible it was for Millie inside her stomach. The fact that Sarah couldn't hear her wasn't good, but the sooner she could establish some kind of communication, the sooner Sarah could get her out of there.
"Oh my god, fuck, you have no idea how weird this feels," Sarah responded. There was a pause, and Millie felt pressure from the stomach wall push against her again. Sarah's outside probing was more careful this time, however, and Millie managed to keep her footing. It seemed like Sarah was just trying to keep track of Millie's location.
"Um, first of all, are you okay? What's it like in there?" Sarah asked, then paused for a moment. Millie glowered as the chamber bounced around her and she heard the distant muffled sound of her friend giggling briefly. "Uh, I guess you can't really answer that..."
Millie responded by screaming and violently attacking Sarah's stomach wall again. There was something supremely frustrating about Sarah's lack of urgency while Millie was struggling to breathe in the foul sweltering air. If she hadn't already been coated in head to toe in spit, vodka and slime, she was sure her body would be drenched in sweat.
"Whoah, okay," Sarah responded, doing her best to suppress another giggle. "First of all, I'm sure you're confused...I know I said I wouldn't swallow you, but..."
Millie yelped as her entire world shook suddenly then stopped, barely stopping herself from tumbling over again. She wondered if Sarah was shifting her hips absentmindedly, a nervous habit she'd seen her friend exhibit many times before from the outside.
"...I'm really sorry! I knew you wouldn't let me, but I had to know what it was like!" Sarah's muffled voice pleaded from somewhere above.
Millie was too dumbfounded to react. So it hadn't been an accident. Her best friend had actually swallowed her on purpose. Perhaps taking the tiny girl in her stomach's lack of response as encouragement, Sarah continued.
"Oh and Millie! It actually feels really good! It's so weird, even when I feel you moving around in there, it just sends these perfect little tickles through my tummy!" Sarah again pressed her finger against the spot on her stomach where she could feel Millie. "But mostly it's...hard to describe. There's just this overall feeling...when I was tossing you around in my mouth, then when I swallowed you..." Sarah's voice slowed as she spoke the last part, as if losing herself in a fond memory for a moment.
"...and now, feeling you deep, deep inside me. Ugh, it's going to sound fucked, but there's something kind of electrifying about knowing I have a person inside my stomach—even if it's you!" she added apologetically. "I dunno, I think it makes me feel...powerful? Kinda badass? Ugh! I wish I could explain it better!"
Millie had heard enough of her friend's explanation. She cried out in a rage resumed her attack on the stomach yet again, crying out in rage. "Fuck you! Let me out, let me out, let me out!!" Knowing her friend got off on whatever sick power dynamic seemed to fascinate so many other youths who swallowed tiny people only deepened Millie's disgust towards her current situation. Not only was she currently trapped in a disgusting and terrifying place, but she was being used. The thought of it made her skin crawl.
Sarah's giggles rang down from above. "I know, I know you must hate me right now! But I did tell you that feels kinda good, right? I won't complain if you keep squirming around like that for a bit..."
Millie didn't cease her attack. Not out of any consideration for her friend, but because she was too furious to stop.
"Such a little fighter! Y'know maybe I didn't need to save your ass all those times in high school, I don't think those bullies' stomachs would've stood a chance against you," she giggled. "Unfortunately for you, Millie, I know all your tricks! You don't stand a chance against my belly!"
The sounds of Sarah's giggles continued outside, and Millie continued her furious punching and kicking. After a short while, Millie yelped as she felt the world around her shift again. She cried out and splashed around in the hot soup for a few moments as the movement continued. It seemed Sarah was on the move. After a few moments, there was another sudden downward shift, and things came to a relative rest.
"Sorry, I'm really being kind of a bitch, huh?" Sarah apologized. "It's just so easy to get carried away...don't worry, I'm just joking with you Millie, I'm going to let you out. I hope you didn't really think I was going to eat you!"
Millie stopped, barely pulling herself out of the liquid. She wasn't sure what she'd believed Sarah's intentions had been until now, being completely focused on escape, but it still felt extremely reassuring to hear the words from her friend's mouth.
"Don't worry, I'll go trigger my gag reflex and throw you up...sorry I don't really have a less gross way to get you out, haha..." Sarah giggled bashfully. "Unless you do want to take the back exit, haha. Why don't you give me three taps if you'd rather leave through my beautiful butt?"
Millie crossed her arms and glowered silently, making no move for the stomach wall. She wasn't crazy about the idea of being puked up in a spray of her friend's vomit, but she didn't find Sarah's joke about digesting her into shit even remotely funny. After no response, Sarah giggled.
"Alright, alright, but you're missing out," she laughed. "Alright, sit tight in there for a few more minutes, and then I'll work on getting you out. Thanks so much for this Millie!"
A few more MINUTES?! Millie couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Even just spending another ten seconds in her current predicament seemed hellish to the tiny girl. Not only was it only growing more disgusting and difficult to breath by the moment, but there was a light tingling sensation mostly creeping her up bare legs that was beginning to seriously unnerve her. She tried to convince herself it was just her paranoia, but she couldn't help but suspect that she was beginning to feel the very earliest stages of digestion. She needed to get out--NOW.
"NO! I WANT OUT NOW!! SARAH, DO YOU HEAR ME?? I NEED TO GET OUT NOW!!" Millie screamed, pounding against the stomach wall again.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Sarah giggled as she felt another series of pleasant tickles flutter through her stomach.
"Ooh, thank you Millie, keep it up just like that," she purred, rubbing her smooth stomach.
She let out a deeply relaxed sigh and collapsed backward onto her many bed pillows, giggling as she noticed Millie's tiny struggles cease for a moment. She smiled stupidly as she tried to picture what it was like for poor Millie whenever she moved her body around. No doubt the girl would be helplessly tossed around at her mercy, covered in the booze and food that was still sloshing around in her stomach. The poor thing! She was probably so scared and miserable right now, no doubt she'd be furious with with Sarah when she let her out...
Oh, but it was so worth it! Sarah grinned devilishly as she imagined the tiny girl's terror and humiliation. She'd really undersold it when she'd tried to describe the appeal to Millie—it was such a thrill! Right now, her body was Millie's entire world. The little thing was so entirely at her mercy; she needn't do a thing and Millie would eventually be digested...
The most delightful shiver ran through the young blonde's body. Digested...what would that be like? If it felt this good just to have a little person inside her body, how would she feel if she actually allowed herself to digest someone—a real living person like her—and make them part of her body...hers forever. Sarah closed her eyes and chewed her lip as she felt the wetness grow between her legs. What a fucked up thought...yet so utterly thrilling. She longed for that feeling. That feeling of control, of power. To be the master of someone's fate and own them completely...
She gasped back to reality as her womanhood quivered along with an especially noticeable squeak and tickle from Millie within her. Of course, it was just a fantasy. She couldn't really do it, not to poor Millie. Sarah laid her head back and exhaled heavily. So frustrating...to be so close and yet so far from what she wanted.
She'd only told Millie part of the truth. Sarah had wanted to try this for a while now. Sure, when the virus first popped up and the swallowings started, she'd been horrified at the cruelty, especially since her best friend was suffering from the same affliction as the victims. She suspected being close with Millie humanized shrunken people to her in a way many of her peers didn't understand. All throughout high school she held her conviction that swallowing shrunken people was wrong, and she'd judged those who wanted to consume her friend harshly.
But all it took was a little distance to change everything. Once she'd gone off to college and Millie had stayed back home, Sarah quickly made new friends. New friends who she later discovered had eaten little people! And they thought it was funny that she hadn't.
It hadn't taken long for her to feel left out. At first it started with a little curiosity...what if she tried it? Then she'd feel so guilty for entertaining it...it was wrong! She'd seen firsthand how scary the world was for Millie, how could she even consider doing that to another person just because they were smaller than her? But then came the bargaining...everyone else had done it and seemed to like it, how was it fair that she was the only one being left out?
It was only about 3 months into her freshman year that she vowed to try this exciting new predator fad. It would be a total stranger, she decided. Some little guy or girl she knew nothing about so she'd feel the minimal guilt about swallowing them. They'd be less like Millie that way, who she knew so well. And so she waited for the opportunity, hoping eventually some unlucky little virus victim would fall into her lap like they had for so many of her friends...but before she knew it spring break had arrived and she was no closer to her goal.
It turned out getting getting her hands on a little person wasn't easy. They didn't go out much nor advertise their location in a world that wanted to eat them. The only one she actually had access to was...
On the long ride back from college, Millie was all she could think about. Dangling Millie above her mouth, swallowing her down, feeling her inside her...
She had no intention of actually going through with it at the time, it was just the first time she'd ever really entertained the idea of doing it to her friend. But then she began to consider, what if she could get Millie to agree to it? She wouldn't be doing anything wrong if she had Millie's consent. But how likely was that, really? She knew how scared Millie was of this exact scenario, there was obviously no way she'd agree to give her life to satisfy Sarah's craving...but maybe she could be convinced to be swallowed, just for a little while. It would be the next best thing.
But still, Sarah couldn't help but fantasize about it...about going all the way. In her fantasy, Millie would start out scared and resistant, but then she'd give in, still frightened, but willingly give herself to Sarah completely. Sarah cooed softly as the scenario replayed in her head again, even now. Millie, submitting herself to her, as thanks for years of protecting her and being a good friend. And once Millie was hers—in her stomach—the little thing would realize she'd made the right choice. That she was where she belonged...and they'd enjoy the experience together.
"Fuck..!" Sarah quivered, her hips bucking slightly at the thought. She lifted her head slightly to glance towards her bare stomach. At a glance there was no evidence Millie was inside, but she could feel and hear otherwise. Those perfect little tickles and squeaks. Her fantasy so close to becoming reality.
Fantasy. Not reality. She tried to remind herself as her breathing grew more excited and her mind grew dizzier from the booze. Millie hadn't given herself willingly, not completely...Sarah had tricked her, Millie hadn't even wanted to be swallowed. And of course, Millie surely wasn't enjoying herself in there like how Sarah imagined it...
Sarah bit her lip and caressed her right boob slightly. But did she really know that? She couldn't actually be sure how Millie felt about this at all, she couldn't even understand her in there. All she could hear was muffled little squeaks and tickles...the tickles might not have even been struggles, but just Millie exploring in there...exploring her new home.
Sarah closed her eyes again and breathed through her nose, her fingers tracing lightly up and down her bra and bare skin as she writhed slightly on the bed covers. Stop, you're getting carried away, one last lucid thought attempted to break the alcohol's spell over the blonde's mind, but it drifted away just as quickly as Sarah gave herself over. Such annoying logic had no chance against feelings like these.
"Admit it, it's not so bad being inside me," Sarah cooed as she groped at her own breast a bit harder, her arousal growing. She was talking as much to Millie as she was to herself. "I bet it's nicer than you thought in there, huh?"
She giggled as felt the tickles intensify along with the squeaking. That's it. Millie had to be enjoying this along with her...after all, how could anything that felt this good be wrong? That little tease! Acting hesitant and afraid...she wanted this as bad as Sarah did...probably even more, Sarah giggled.
She moved her free hand down to her stomach where she could feel Millie's movements, at first lightly pressing back against them with her fingers, then pushing in hard, gasping with delight as she felt Millie's resistance through the layers of flesh.
"You naughty little minx!" she laughed. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted this years ago? So much time wasted in this room, when you could have been in me...with me...part of me..." Sarah had to pause every few words to take in deep shuddering breaths, her arousal overwhelming even her most automatic bodily processes.
"Oh Millie...you're mine, you understand that? You're mine..." she gasped out as her hand drifted down from her breast and into the front of her panties. God, this just felt so...right. As badly as she'd wanted this the last couple days, she wanted it so much more now. She wanted it, and she'd have it. Because she deserved it.
Yes, I deserve this, I deserve her, Sarah thought, the epiphany sending such electrical tickles through her brain. All that time watching out for Millie, being a good friend, this would be her reward. Why should some cruel bitch or bully get Millie when Sarah had been there all along? That's why Millie would be okay with this, because she knew it was only right. For years Sarah had helped Millie, and now Millie would help her...
"Just a little longer, Millie," said Sarah as she continued to touch herself, "and we'll both get what we want. Thank you for this, for giving yourself to me, I'm so lucky...so lucky to have such a friend...but you're lucky too, lucky you get to be mine, to be my first..."
An especially noticeable squeak and tickle erupted from within her, causing Sarah to gasp. Was that a cry of ecstasy from her lucky treat...or was that call for help? Sarah needed it to be the first—her fantasy and her conscience demanded it. Even in her current state, she knew they were nearing the point of no return now. She needed Millie's final consent so she could fully give herself over to this wonderful feeling.
"Millie..." Sarah gasped, glancing up at her stomach as it rose and fell with her deep breaths. "...I need you to tell me that it's okay. That you want this. That I can...digest you," Sarah shivered as the words left her lips, her anticipation growing still.
"Mmmph!" was the only reply, the usual unintelligible muffled squeak from within her.
But Sarah could translate: "Yes, take me, all of me...let your body use me however it sees fit. I'm yours, and I want this more than anything."
Sarah exclaimed halfway between a gasp and a laugh, her body shivering with delight. How could Millie's answer be anything else? This was the perfect outcome, and they both knew it. It was meant to be.
"Oh Millie, digest for me...nourish me...serve me..." Sarah moaned, touching herself more vigorously. She opened her mouth to say more, but the pleasure was too much, and she could only gasp and moan incoherently as she edged closer and closer to climax. She focused in on the tickles within her, imagining Millie in much the same state, touching herself, sharing this unimaginable pleasure. They were so close in this moment...and somehow they were soon about to become even closer.
The thought was too much. Sarah climaxed, her brain erupting with fireworks more dazzling than she'd ever dreamed before. Her whole body shook, as her mouth stretched open, completely overwhelmed with pleasure.
And then she collapsed, laying limp among her many pillows, her sweat-dotted chest rising and falling tiredly as she struggled to catch her breath. Her whole body still radiated with pleasure, but it was so peaceful now, such a calming, soothing feeling.
Sarah tried to blink her eyes open, but they drooped back shut just as quickly. Her lids felt too heavy suddenly, her thoughts sluggish. She embraced it, rolling onto her side and snuggling deeper into the pillows. She could still feel that faint tickle within her, but it felt so natural now, she could barely remember what it was...only that it was a good thing. She focused in on the pleasant little tingle, smiling peacefully as her mind quickly drifted into sleep...
"...SARAH! SARAAAH!!" Millie screamed amidst the gurgling cacophony, panic totally consuming her as she was churned back and forth through the stinging liquid.
She could still hardly accept that it was real, but the truth was getting harder and harder to deny: Sarah wasn't going to let her out. The change had come so quickly. Even though she'd been annoyed that Sarah had tricked and swallowed her, she'd believed her friend when she'd promised it would only be for a few minutes...but then before she knew it Sarah was thanking her for agreeing to this...she hadn't agreed to this! She hadn't even agreed to be swallowed!
But no matter how much she protested, her friend would reply as if Millie was encouraging the blonde to digest her. Millie suspected that Sarah probably couldn't make out her voice at all from within her belly, but was the bitch seriously so drunk that she was hearing things??
It had to be the booze...it was the only thing that made sense to Millie. There was no other way her best friend would have betrayed her like this. The shrunken girl suddenly felt so supremely stupid for even agreeing to let Sarah put her inside her mouth...she'd basically been asking for it by trusting her safety to someone not in full control of their faculties.
Millie winced as she continued to take quick panicked breaths of the foul air around her, her skin stinging painfully all over as Sarah's stomach acids continued to wear away at her. She needed to think of someway out of this, as impossible as it seemed. Because as dire as things had been when the vodka dulled her friend's senses, things were really dire now...because it was becoming increasingly clear that Sarah had fallen asleep.
"SARAH! PLEASE WAKE UP!" Millie begged, weakly punching at the pulsing stomach wall.
She could hear the giant blonde's steady breathing and heartbeat, totally undisturbed by Millie's insignificant struggles. "SARAH!"
Hopelessness began to overtake Millie, but she struggled on. Less and less out of any hope of rescue, but increasingly out of frustration. Frustration with her current situation, frustration with her helpless life that had led her here. Frustration with the knowledge that as bad as this was, it was only going to get worse.
And it did. Millie struggled and suffered for over a dozen long minutes afterwards while the blonde slumbered peacefully, utterly oblivious to the plight of her friend turned meal within her. At last, little Millie began to give herself over to exhaustion, collapsed mid-struggle against the swelling folds of the stomach wall, allowing it to rock her back and forth as it churned. The pain and discomfort were so great they were practically numbing now, and she allowed herself to focus on Sarah's distant peaceful breathing, trying to live vicariously through that peace.
That was the one upside to his nightmare, she thought. At least her suffering wasn't for nothing...at least she got to help Sarah. As upset as she was with her friend right now, she'd still always be thankful for her years of friendship and protection. It seemed like she'd finally found a way to repay her.
Millie managed a weak smile as she choked out a sad laugh through the pain. Yes, this was her gift to Sarah. Now she wouldn't have to feel different or left out. Now she could be like everybody else.
I'm so...happy for you, Millie last delirious thoughts echoed as she began to fade away, the last sound to register in her mind being a distant gurgle followed by the muffled trumpeting of Sarah farting in her sleep.
"Mm," Sarah hummed peacefully in her slumber as the gas squeaked out from between her butt cheeks.
She nestled into the pillows a bit deeper, utterly oblivious that her little friend had just expired within her gut. She was having the most peaceful dream, back at college, telling her new friends all about what fun she had during spring break. What exactly she'd done, she couldn't really recall, but it didn't really matter. That was just the nature of dreams—sometimes they didn't make sense.
For example, in her dream, Millie was there too, no longer small and terrified but back to her full height, laughing along with Sarah's new friends as she hugged the blonde's side.
Sarah liked having Millie there, so close. Hopefully they'd be together forever.