Andrew opened the file directory associated with the project. In it, dozens of videos lay with dates and times for titles. Whatever that was, it was dated a little more than an hour ago. He found the next most recent, dated the previous night. He clicked. He saw Dana looking into the screen, seated at the dining table adjusting herself and the lighting. This was a raw video. She took a deep breath and her face changed. A performative sultry grin took over.
"So tonight I'm here with Charles," she began, "and he's been very very bad. Say hello, Charles." The camera panned down, gripped by one of her free hands. A tiny man was in a bowl on the table, trying to scale the wall. "I hope he likes ice cream!" Dana smiled.
He watched her scoop two large dollops of vanilla ice cream into the bowl. Andrew couldn't take his eyes off, knowing that act alone could be deadly at that size. Tinies had awful temperate regulation. Dana had just committed a crime on video. No CGI, no tricks...
"If Charles can stay out of my spoon until I'm all done, he gets to live," she addressed the camera before looking down, "does that sound good, little one?" She didn't bother with a reply and simply began scooping. The camera panned closer, offering a closeup of the man trying to escape. Every ten seconds or so, the spoon would descend and threaten him. He scrambled away each time, barely. Andrew moused over the track bar and dragged it forward. The horror sped up, and he watched spoonful after spoonful disappear. He let go of the mouse when he saw the man leave the bowl. There was a brief closeup of him in the spoon, shivering and sluggish.
"Awwww, he's cold! Let's help him out." Dana tilted the spoon over her outstretched tongue. Sticky sweet white strands of saliva hung from her teeth. The man could barely flail as he slid off into a slurry of her spit and ice cream. Andrew watched Dana's throat dance again, in a practiced motion she swallowed multiple times as a trickle of ice cream disappeared inside her. The man flowed along in the river of frozen dessert, flailing his arms uselessly. One gulp after another and then the next took him. Dana pulled the camera out of her mouth.
"Did I get him?" She asked herself or the audience. She moved her tongue around her mouth, searching. Her eyes widened. "I didn't even feel him! Must have been the cold. Oh well." Andrew clicked the player off. This wasn't happening. This was demented. Dana wouldn't do that. She-
The shower in the main bedroom shut off. She would be walking out momentarily. Andrew looked around the desktop, trying to find some other evidence that would contradict his eyes. Something that would tell him that Dana doesn't just eat people for cash. He minimized the editor and found a webpage open. It was some kind of pay-per-view site. Were these the people asking her to do this fucked up stuff? He clicked onto the message center, and read back the past few days. She'd been flirting with maybe a dozen people or more. Pictures of tinies in various states of duress. Someone paid her $300 to eat Charles with the ice cream. The request was very specific, and there were heart reactions on her ice cream video. A new notification appeared at the top. He clicked it.
Hey I really liked when you did that pillcam with the businessman. I know it's late notice but could I get another one of those? I can send another $550 plus $50 for the short notice. Make it really rough for them <3
Andrew felt like he was going to throw up. All those missing people, and here Dana was disposing of them like leftovers. He wondered how many she'd eaten. When did she turn into this... monster? Andrew heard her in the next room. She was outside, done with her shower. She couldn't see him here, who even was she? He had to escape or feign ignorance. This needed to be reported. The wedding needed to be called off. His hands were shaking, he tried to return the open windows to their original state. He clicked haphazardly, fumbling the windows he was selecting. A different window opened, this one had a strange interface. He didn't have time to figure it out, he was clicking as fast as he could and hoped to stand up and play dumb any moment now. He accidentally clicked some other button on the interface, right before closing it. Everything looked correct, but the laptop began to whir as the fans powered on.
Andrew got up, unsure of what program he just initiated. The desktop looked correct, it would have to do. He got up and tried to compose himself. She was going to walk in any-
A blinding flash emanated from one of the cameras on the desk. It felt like someone had just taken his picture, but the flash intensity was way too high. He felt red-hot and tried to leave the room but couldn't see. He tripped and hit the carpet. Andrew tried to reach out for the bed to lift himself but his limbs felt like jelly and he felt no structure beside him. Everything was black, and he groped around for something. Nothing came, then he must have been turned around. Then the floor began to shake, rhythmic quakes increasing in intensity. His blackened vision became blurry, then he could see shapes moving. It was Dana. He was on the ground. She was... walking towards him but everything was terribly out of proportion. He felt like he was looking through a camera lens, he felt sick. Dana walked into the room, wearing grey sweatpants and an oversized pink cut-off sweater. Her bare midriff was still a little red from the hot shower. The distance to the hallway seemed wrong, she was too far away... or the floor was too low?
Dana always looked young, sometimes being confused for Bianca’s sister by some of their friends. She adored those mixups. Her tanned skin was smooth and toned. Her abdominal muscles were visible just slightly below her sweater. Even at these strange proportions, her muscles moved with grace and her brunette hair swayed gently seemingly miles above in her ponytail. Andrew was taken aback by her terrible freshly-cleaned beauty, transfixed in a daze. She was enormous, or rather he was tiny. As she walked, her bare feet caused a small quake. It seemed like she was a mountain, slim and silky. Andrew realized what he had accidentally done.
Somehow Dana had aquired a device only licensed for government officials. He was shrunk. Reduced to the same size as the people he saw in the videos. The same size as the small woman digesting inside her at this very moment. This wasn't happening, this shouldn't be something she was capable of. All he could do was watch as she came closer, her footfalls causing him to vibrate in the carpet fibers. He was out in the open. He hoped whatever Dana had become, that she would forgive his snooping. He would tell her he didn't see anything. He would tell her about the fight with Bianca. As Dana walked into the office all he could think about were the horrible crimes he just watched her commit.
He could do nothing as she walked right up to him, her eyes locked onto the small squirming dot on her floor. She stopped and stood over him, her still-glistening dark brown ponytail hanging down.
"Looks like I've got a survivor. How did I forget one?" She mused to herself as she reached for him. Andrew was still sluggish from the transformation and barely put up a fight against her powerful fingers. The fingernails had a light pink gloss and her whole hand smelled of coconut oil shampoo. He was unceremoniously lifted, high into the sky. Dana's gentle hands pinched him uncaringly, and she walked to the desk. The sickening motion was too much, Andrew closed his eyes and cringed as he was swung left and right with the force of a car accident. Then he was tossed down onto the cold desk, the wood grains wide enough for him to lay comfortably.
"Oooo, new message. Huh." She mused to herself, reading the message Andrew had read just moments ago. Andrew tried to stand up, his wobbly legs barely supporting him.
"Dana! Hey I'm really sorry someth-AHH!" As he shouted, one finger came down like a felled tree and pinned him to the desk. The wind was knocked out of him, and he tried in vain to lift her fingertip from his chest. As he struggled, her finger began to rotate. She was clicking away and reading with her other hand with Andrew at the mercy of just one finger. She pushed him along the smooth wood, making a small circle and rotating his body like a fidget toy.
"Ugh! M- that hurts!" Andrew tried to communicate as he spun around.
"Looks like we have another pillcam. What do you say, little guy? Wanna take a swim?" She glanced at him and smiled, chuckling as he repeatedly tried to get up.
Andrew remembered that request. He remembered what happened to all of those people. His body went into overdrive, desperately screaming and begging to be heard as she continued to roll him around.
"Dana! It's me! I came ov- Agh! Bianca and I had a fight! Dana! Hey!" Her gaze shifted away, and her fingers paused for a moment. Curiosity flashed on her face as she clicked a few windows.
"Huh. Weird. Oh well." She must have noticed something different with her computer but ignored it. With a quick motion, she pinched him again, this time bringing him in close. She held him to her exposed tummy and sighed with satisfaction.
"I'm glad I found you, whoever you are. I was pretty sure I ate everyone from the tour bus but maybe one of you scurried away. I guess that's a good thing, you're gonna make momma six hundred bucks. Doesn't that sound nice?"