Andrew walked around the corner to see the apartment building he’d visited many times previously. He hefted his large duffle bag over his shoulder, enough clothes for a weekend away. He knew Dana was home by her new Prius parked on the street outside. As he crossed the street, he passed several wooden telephone poles along the sidewalk. Some had outdated music events, while others had college tutor courses. He noticed several prominent 'MISSING' posters, with a ruler in the photos next to the little people. It looked like most of them were outdated as well, probably put up by a shrink outreach group. Andrew sighed and continued on. It was frustrating living in a world with so much sadness, and worse so that his fiance didn’t understand. He was still heated from the argument.
They were supposed to go to her mom’s this weekend but now they needed some space. Andrew had grown close to Dana in his time dating Bianca. He used to stop by and visit often, in their first years of dating. He had his first kiss with Bianca as they snuck away from a thanksgiving party, hidden in her room. He was in love with Bianca, and excited to call Dana family. She was a single mother with a bad case of empty nest ever since Andrew and Bianca moved in together. She was always kind to Andrew, and she also understood about the epidemic of missing tinies.
Andrew stopped to take a tentative look into one of the apartment windows from the street. He knew her group of windows from the many others in the building. The lights were on, but he didn’t see her. He walked by her Prius, and saw Bianca’s school alumni stickers adorning the bumper. Once at the door, he noticed Dana had purchased one of those tiny homes for charity. Apparently lost tinies could walk into them wherever someone has set one up and then you'll get a notification for help. The idea was pretty cool, and the Kickstarter went crazy last year. But Andrew couldn't remember any success stories from them. It was nice that she was trying to help, she was always caring. She understood, and would hopefully help convince Bianca why he needed to pick up some volunteer hours. She would be disappointed it was only him for the weekend, but it wasn’t the first time he used her place to give Bianca some space. It had been a while since he last visited, and it would be good to catch up.
Andrew knocked, but there was no answer. The doorbell was still busted, as several short jabs into the button confirmed. He gently pried up the potted fern behind the tiny house and found the spare key. With a quiet 'click' he pushed the door open. He wasn't sure how to break the news that he and her daughter were in another fight. Once inside, he heard the faint din of water coming from the bedroom. She was in the shower, probably not quite expecting him so soon. Oh well. Andrew went to the guest bedroom and dropped his duffle bag, gently closing the door. He stood for a moment to appreciate the memories. This is where he and Bianca fell in love. Now it served as a guest bedroom, some family pictures were the only reminders that it used to belong to Bianca. He stashed the duffel bag near the bed and walked back into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
He walked through the apartment, enjoying the fancy new furniture. Dana seemed to have redecorated, all the old furniture he remembered had been converted to mid-century modern. She seemed to be doing quite well for herself, which he was glad to see. The shower was still going and he knew there was likely a long time to sit around. He peeked around the apartment, peering into the office.
The office door was open. To his surprise, there was still a bed. He assumed Dana would have made some space for yoga next to the desk or something, but she'd made basically a whole third bedroom with brand-new furniture. What was more strange was her usual photo-editing office equipment had grown substantially. He could scarcely count the different cameras, tripods, and circle lights. He even saw a green screen near the wall. He strode into the office to admire the equipment.
"Damn, Dana. Get it." He congratulated her under his breath, nodding to himself.
She'd always been talented with editing but this was a full studio. She must have really hit it off, and the new furniture was a testament to that. He wondered if she was still getting her tiny-district real estate license or if she'd gone full-time with photography. He walked to the desk to find an expensive laptop connected to various wires leading to all manner of peripheral devices. He bent over and found an open video editing application, with many overlays and extras added to the active scene. Last semester, he had been in an Intro to Digital Media class and could recognize the basics but this was beyond him.
Curiosity took hold and he fiddled with the mouse to locate the play button. She probably had a little while, and it’s not like she would mind. Dana was an open book. Just like his fiance. He selected the >from beginning option and watched a short well-produced intro graphic fade in. He maximized the window and took a seat. He smiled, glad that Dana was pursuing an artistic outlet. The words 'Diabolical Dana' flashed by in girly pink font, with a lipstick mark for both the dotted i's. Andrew chuckled. Dana was the furthest from diabolical. She cried during every movie and refused to watch those 'Save the Tinies' commercials with the sad music. Her version of diabolical is tricking Andrew into eating spicy food as a joke.
The words faded, and Dana faded in. She was sitting on the bed, in this very room, probably rather recently. Andrew looked around to find the camera that was used, one of many on the desk all pointed at the bed. She was wearing a simple robe, one she usually used for evening lounging. Andrew's face turned red as he pieced it together. The robe, the bed, the cameras. The cutesy intro graphic. His jaw dropped but his curiosity overrode the shock.
"Hey little ones," The video began, Dana using an extra sultry voice, "it's been a while. I was sooo happy we hit two hundred with that last live and you know what that means?" She picked up the camera from the tripod, the view shaking and rotating as she lifted it to her face, "That's right. I have an extra special treat for you."
Andrew was ready to look away at any moment, not wanting to see too much but at least needing to know what sort of videos Dana was filming in her spare time. He felt a little ashamed, knowing that his attraction to his fiance carried over to his soon-to-be mother-in-law. He could still hear the shower running across the hall. If he was quick, a little peek couldn’t hurt. Dana’s close-up face held a mock surprise for the camera during a drumroll audio she added. After a moment, her hand appeared from just below frame. Slowly her dainty fingers rose, and pinched between her thumb and forefinger was a naked tiny woman.
"Or, should I say, a treat for me?" She smiled, letting out a little giggle to the camera as the woman kicked and screamed. Her audio was barely perceptible, drowned out by the strange laugh coming from Dana.
"The fuck?" Andrew sat dumbfounded. Was this some kind of avant-garde thing? He watched as Dana's giggle opened up, her mouth hanging wide as the sound rolled out. Her tongue emerged, and in the HD detail, he could see tears from the tiny woman landing on her chin. She stretched her tongue out, pink and glistening. Her giggle turned to moans as she pressed the woman into her tongue, her eyes locked to the recording screen to watch the action. The kicking and squirming escalated, and Andrew swiveled the chair to look away.
The bed was right there, and he noticed a slight divet where she must have been sitting. This happened... just now. He couldn't bear to watch as he stared out to the hallway, listening to the shower. Was this some kind of horror production? The tiny was really leaving it all on the screen but... it seemed too real. Then there was the erotic context. He knew things like this happened but Dana?? This had to be some kind of special film project or a weird request from a weirder tiny. He guessed the woman maybe paid top dollar for that kind of thing. It wasn't unheard of, and he's had his share of tiny classmates hitting on him. His mind was racing as the video continued to play behind him.
"Awwwwww," Dana cooed, and sucked her lips making a slurping sound. The screams of the tiny woman rose and fell in the cacophony of mouth noises. Andrew's face was red, having already seen too much and now listening to Dana make seductive moans while she fellated this... client? He tried to rationalize that in this economy it wasn't the worst you could do. Dana was the kind of person who would want to help people realize that fantasy, and what's one french kiss for two hundred dollars? Plus it kinda makes sense, to have gigantic soft lips wrap around your body. To slide along someone's tongue. Andrew grew more red, finding that the moans and wet noises were stirring something within him. She was an attractive woman, and he was excited to grow old with Bianca knowing what her future might look like. But this was wrong.
"Well I think that's all this one can handle, everyone say goodbye~" Dana's sing-song voice came back to close the video.
Andrew turned back to face the screen, ready to set things back the way he'd found them to avoid detection. This would just be a weird little secret he'd never talk about. Not to Dana and certainly not to Bianca. He expected Dana to sign off, her fancy graphic fading in as she waved. Instead, the frame was entirely filled by her waiting mouth. Her tongue quivered and her throat undulated behind a clearly exhausted little woman. She was no longer screaming, a hollow distant look in her eyes. Then Dana dropped her inside, the camera lowering even closer as her teeth must have touched the lens. Andrew's eyes were locked on the tiny woman's, she looked deep into the lens for any sort of help. Instead, she slid backward. Andrew couldn't turn away.
The camera took a moment to adjust as Dana manipulated the focus until the tiny woman was perfectly in view at the back of her tongue. The light changed, and the woman slid further back. Her little feet pressed against Dana’s pink glistening pit. With one quick motion, her tongue rose, briefly obscuring the tiny woman. A soft wet 'gluck' emanated, accompanied by a horrific distant scream. When her tongue fell, the woman was halfway swallowed. She grasped wildly at the bumps on the massive tongue, her screams echoing into the wet maw. Andrew held his breath.
A small contented moan vibrated the camera, visibly shaking the woman stuck halfway. She was incoherent, a primal animalistic terror. Then her tongue moved again, and this time there was no scream. Just a wet squelch and the woman was gone. There was just an empty quivering throat, with no sign of what terrible thing had just happened. Andrew panicked, grasping desperately for the mouse. He clicked off the video as Dana withdrew the camera and blew a kiss. He needed to know this was some kind of CGI. Some other explanation than knowing that she just devoured someone. Whole. Alive.