"Sorry dude, really I've got nothing for ya at the moment," June shrugged, not looking up from her phone as she tapped away at its touchscreen. She was reclined about as far back as her old office chair could allow, her feet resting comfortably in front of her atop the cluttered desk of her backroom office. A lightly smoking joint hung lazily from the woman's lip.
"Yeah, okay..." Nate sighed, finally accepting defeat. This was the second time he'd dropped by "The Spider's" office in hopes of offering his services, and twice he'd been turned away. Not that he was volunteering out of the goodness of his heart. Naturally, he'd expected payment for his services: that in exchange for helping June acquire more "product," he'd be allowed to take home a serving to his friend Becca. A serving in this case being an abducted tiny person.
"I'd help you out of I could, but as you can see, stock is good right now," June nodded without looking towards the shelf where Nate was standing. "I've just got solo targets on the calendar right now, and I can't really give you a cut of that unless we find a way to split one down the middle."
Nate nodded silently, continuing to stare at the five glass jars on the shelf. She wasn't kidding—stock WAS good right now. Staring back at Nate from within the jars were 15 sets of extremely tiny eyes, each seated in the head of a little three inch tall person. There were three to a jar, roughly sorted by sex and age, with those in the leftmost jars looking to be around Nate's age to slightly younger, and those towards the right ranging from late 20s to early 30s. Split fairly evenly among the diverse group was the reactions to Nate's curious observing of them: some cowered in fear, some begged for rescue, others cursed viciously at him.
He recognized six of them from his and June's previous hospital score, but the rest seemed to be new acquisitions. June really kept busy, didn't she? After subtracting the three swallowed by June, Becca, and Amy, there were still three shrinkies from their heist unaccounted for, presumably sold off sometime over the last couple weeks. Nate tried to recall their faces, fantasizing about who had purchased them and where they currently were now. Inside the rocking bod and eventually the toilet of some lucky hot chick, maybe?
A guy could dream.
He felt a bit guilty staring at them like this, but not enough to look away. If he couldn't actually take one of the little people home to Becca, he could at least seize the opportunity to imagine it, mentally ranking the shrinkies he'd most like to see take a trip down into Becca's stomach. There was a cute little goth girl cowering at the back of the leftmost jar that for some reason really triggered his imagination.
You're lucky I'm broke, he thought. Becca's insides would give you something to REALLY be emo about...
Nate's daydreaming was interrupted by the sound of four knocks at the door. Still without looking up, June pressed a small button on a rectangular console sitting on her desk. The metal office door responded with a click, and then swung open.
In stepped one of the most attractive girls Nate had ever seen. The blonde looked like an Instagram model just stepping off of a photo shoot. Her long, wavy platinum blonde hair shimmered and bounced along with her impressive bosom as she strode into the room, the tops of the jiggling tan orbs poking out from her white tube top that left her toned stomach bare for the world to see until it met with the top of her snug black yoga shorts. Her big blue eyes practically sparkled with confidence as she made her entrance, nearly as brightly as the silver of the large hoop earrings that hung at the sides of her face. It was almost hard for Nate to believe she was real—nobody was actually that perfect, were they?
"Heya!" she chirped with a friendly wave in June's direction, her glossy pink lips parting to reveal an (at this point unsurprising) perfect white smile. Her enchanting blue eyes flashed in Nate's direction, practically causing him to flinch, and her eyebrows rose on her forehead. "Oh, I'm so sorry! They didn't tell me you were with someone, should I wait outside?"
"Nah you're good, princess. Nate's a friend, and he was just leaving anyway," June replied, nodding her head back towards Nate.
"Was I?" Nate stood in place. How could he leave now when an angel had just stepped into the room?
June swiveled in her chair to look at Nate. She subtly glanced back the blonde beauty, then back at the boy, recognizing his utter infatuation. She raised an eyebrow and shot him the most unimpressed look she could muster. "Whatever."
The blonde had been making her way to the folding chair in front of June's desk, but instead she smiled thoughtfully at Nate and began heading in his direction. Practically panicking, Nate quickly turned his attention back to the jars of shrinkies in front of him, doing his best to look aloof.
"June's friend, huh? You're gonna have to teach me how you pulled that off, I still haven't figured out how to convince her to hang out with me." The blonde had pulled up right next to Nate's side, joining him in studying the captive shrinkies.
Oh god, she was so close to him. Even from here she smelled so fucking good...Nate began to feel guilty for even being in the same room as such a divine creature.
"Just can't seem to make it work with my calendar..." June muttered, going back to tapping at her phone. It was clear to Nate from her tone that the blonde's presence had an equal but opposite effect on June. Even with his back turned to her, he could tell the alt chick was practically bristling. Nate began to put two and two together. This must be one of the "spoiled rich kid" customers June was always complaining about.
"She always says that..." the blonde pouted in a cute voice.
"Are you really a princess?" Nate asked, the question sounding as idiotic to him as he was sure it did to everyone else in the room as soon as it left his mouth. Jesus Christ, how could anyone think straight while breathing in pheromones as potent as these?
He could hear June groan and grumble under her breath behind him. "Jesus Nate..."
"No!" the blonde giggled, turning to flash him a big smile, apparently quite tickled by the unintended compliment. "Though there is royalty on my mom's side, if you go back far enough...I'm Amber, by the way."
"Nate," Nate replied quickly, still a bit too flustered to meet her gaze.
"I know...June already said that," she teased, giggling again as Nate got visibly more flustered. Quite amused by her own ribbing, the blonde turned back towards the shelf and rejoined Nate in his browsing. "So what's your type?"
"What?" Nate turned to her suddenly, caught off-guard by her forwardness.
"Of shrinky," she nodded towards the little people in the jars. "What kind do you like to eat best?"
"Oh," Nate relaxed slightly. "Uh, I don't really eat them. I mean, I think shrinky swallowing is cool...hell, I'm a big fan of it. But it's not something I do myself." Nate was surprised at how quickly and honestly the words were leaving his mouth. It was like he was under Amber's spell.
"Interesting," Amber regarded him thoughtfully. "But that doesn't mean you don't have a type. Like for example, what kind of shrinky would you most like to see me swallow?"
Nate blinked back at her, like a deer caught in headlights. What an unfair question! Who wouldn’t he like to see her swallow? He'd feed this girl his own sister if she caught the virus! He was already imagining Amber plucking the little goth girl from the jar and dangling her above her throat, giving her a good long look at the perfect mouth that was about to take her in and consume her. God, that tragic little thing would be so lucky to be allowed entry into such a heavenly body...
"Relax, I'm just messing with you!" She giggled, nudging Nate with her elbow before heading back to June's desk. She sat down in the folding chair and pulled her purse into her lap, unzipping it.
"Um, so I don't know if this is allowed, but how much would it be if I just bought all of them this time?"
That got both Nate's and June's attentions quickly. The joint actually dropped from June's lips onto the desk.
"ALL of them?" June asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah, you know, 'we'll take the lot!'" Amber chirped, following up her bad Harry Potter impression with a quick giggle. "I'm throwing a big party for my 18th birthday, and I want it to be epic."
"I mean it's fine, but you'd need fifteen thousand..." June's words trailed off as she watched Amber pull out one of the biggest rolls of 100 dollar bills Nate had ever seen, then another, then another...
"I thought so," Amber explained. She'd just finished laying out more cash in front of her than Nate had ever seen in his life. "It's too bad you're cash only; I had to withdraw this over a couple weeks so daddy wouldn't get too suspicious."
June did a quick count of the rolls and shook her head in disbelief. "And they say money can't buy happiness..." she muttered.
"Well I don't know about that, but it certainly buys a good time," Amber laughed, rising from the chair. She'd pulled out what looked to Nate to be an extremely ornate cigar box from her purse, a transparent glass window with little air holes fixed into its lid. She smiled sweetly at June, holding the box in front of her chest at the ready. "May I?"
"Go ahead, they're all yours princess," June sighed, storing the small fortune in the desk drawer in front of her.
Amber bounced over to where Nate stood and opened the box. "I hope you weren't looking to buy any," she said.
Nate shook his head. "Just looking."
"Sounds like maybe that's what you like to do best anyway," she teased. Not giving him a chance to respond, she turned her attention back to the frightened shrinkies on the shelf. She beamed at them excitedly. "Hey little guys, you ready to party?" She then winked at them while quickly opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, just long enough to induce a little mass hysteria within the jars.
She giggled as they scrambled, shouted, cursed, and pleaded, reaching for the first jar and popping open the lid. She unceremoniously dumped the three frightened little girls inside into her box, then reached for the next one and repeated the process.
When the last jar was emptied, Amber sealed the lid to her box, giving the glass window a playful tap with her finger while smiling down at the panicking shrinkies within before tucking the whole thing into her purse.
"You know you're more than welcome to come, June. I know my friends would think you're really cool!" Amber smiled over at the woman with dyed blue hair.
"Sorry, gotta pass. Maybe you can take Nate instead," she mumbled sarcastically.
"Oh? Is he cool?" Amber asked, still smiling at June as if Nate wasn't standing right beside her.
June swiveled in hair to look at Nate, considering how to answer the question. Nate begged her with his eyes, his expression pitiful and desperate. Please! Tell her I'm cool, I need this! I want this more than anything in the world! I'll do anything you ask of me, just name it!
June subtly shook her head at Nate in disappointment. Boys...
"Yeah, he's...chill." June finally replied, taking pity on the pathetic creature in front of her. "Having him there might actually spice up your party a bit. He's probably less fake than most of your richy rich friends."
Amber laughed, seemingly unfazed by the alt woman's comment, and turned to Nate. She pulled out her cellphone and smiled at him. "Well I'll be expecting you then. Let me give you my number and I'll send you the details."
Nate exchanged information with her as if in a trance. What choice did he have in a way? She hadn't phrased it as a question. Not that he could have possibly turned her down.
He was still in utter disbelief that this was really happening. Through sheer dumb luck, he'd been granted access to the usually out of reach world of the rich and popular kids. And there were going to be fifteen shrinkies there! He could only imagine what Amber and her friends were going to subject the poor things to, but he felt incredibly blessed that he might get to witness it. Becca was going to lose it when he told her!
Suddenly reminded of his brunette friend's existence, Nate managed to shake off the alluring spell of the blonde siren just for a moment. "Is it okay if I bring friends?"
"Sure, just don't blow it up or anything," Amber smiled back at him as she began heading for the door. God, the way her firm buns swayed in her form fitting yoga shorts as she walked...
"Bye June! And I'll see you there, Nate," Amber winked before slipping out into the hallway and closing the door behind her.
Did that seriously just happen?
"Way to play it cool. You're lucky she didn't slip and fall with how much you were drooling all over my floor," June sneered at Nate. "What is it about preps like that that causes idiot boys to line up for the chance to kiss their ass?"
"I'd get in that line multiple times," Nate smiled, still gazing longingly at the door.
"Yeah, because you're pathetic." June turned away from him to recount the money Amber had given her, laying out the bills in fat stacks on the desk. "God she makes me want to hurl, but she's probably my best customer..."
"So she's in here a lot? How many shrinkies do you think she's...had?" Nate's imagination began to rev up the fantasies in preparation.
"I'm not really keeping track, but she's gotta be going for my record at this point," June shrugged. She then glanced over at Nate's distant expression, then down at his crotch. "Dude, if you cum in my office, I'll actually kill you."
Nate blushed and shifted a bit where he stood. Maybe it was time to leave so he could think about this in private. "Well, thanks for hooking me up back there. Seriously, I owe you one...I'll see ya."
"Don't thank me yet, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into, kid," she called after him as he headed for the door. She looked down at the stacks of cash piled in front of her and sighed. "People like that, with money like that...to them, we're all shrinkies..."
Nate knocked on the front door of Becca's house and waited. It was the night of Amber's party, and him, Becca, and Amy were going to share a ride over to the rich blonde's house in the Dampton hills. Nate had already called the Uber, and he hoped the girls didn't take too long—he knew how girls could be preparing for a night out.
But when they finally emerged, Nate blinked in awe and had to admit that their efforts may have been worth the wait.
"Look at him, he's practically drooling, I told you we were going to look hot, Ames," Becca teased, striding past Nate onto the front walk while posing with exaggerated elegance. Looking at her, freshly showered with extensively applied makeup, you'd be forgiven for mistaking the brunette for an entirely different person than the laid back tomboyish girl that spent afternoons lounging in Nate's room. Her usual long hair was done up in an elegant top bun, with just a few wild bangs allowed to hang freely at the sides of her face. Most striking of all was the violet sequin mini dress that clung snugly to her slender body, held up by thin spaghetti straps that hung onto her otherwise exposed pale shoulders.
Amy blushed just slightly as she followed Becca out, clutching her purse in front of her anxiously. If Nate hadn't already known the short blonde didn't make a habit of partying and dressing up, it would have been obvious from her body language. Still, Becca had worked her magic, and Amy was definitely looking good. For once her blonde hair wasn't tied up neatly, instead meticulously straightened and allowed to hang down and back, tucked behind her ears. A black, cross wrap halter top kept her usual striking pair of tits snugly contained, revealing just the tiniest hint of tan tummy before reaching the tight fitting white jeans that hugged her thick thighs lovingly.
"I'm still kind of surprised you decided to come," Nate said to Amy, doing his best to keep his eyes from drifting down from her face to her boobs.
"Are you kidding? This little carnivore practically begged me to come once she heard there were going to be shrinkies there!" Becca teased. Before her friend could defend herself, Becca was already clutching the blonde teen's belly from behind and giving it a playful jiggle.
"Would you stop!" Amy protested, pushing her giggling friend off and blushing harder. "For the record, I'm going so you two don't do anything stupid. You've both shown exceptionally poor judgment lately and I'm sure alcohol isn't going to help with that."
"Alcohol! Amy, my word! These are private school kids we're going to be associating with! Our betters!" Becca teased with a posh British accent, one pinky raised elegantly in the air as she carried on. "I'm sure we will only be engaging in sophisticated pursuits, such as polo! Or perhaps a fox hunt!"
"Please don't be weird once we get there," Nate groaned, "I just met Amber and it would be cool if we could make a good impression."
"Oh? Why's that?" Amy inquired with a smug smirk. "Do you like her, Nate?"
Before Nate could stammer out a denial, Becca interrupted. "He barely knows her, Ames!"
Nate was a bit surprised by the brunette's quick interjection. For someone who teased so much herself, it was odd to see her shoot down a good ribbing, especially one that wasn't at her expense.
"I was only teasing..." Amy apologized meekly, clearly equally taken aback by Becca's response.
Becca blushed slightly, suddenly aware of how sensitive she'd come across. "Sorry, that was judgmental of me...don't mind me Nate, feel free to go ahead and marry her and attach a bunch of ex-slave owners to your family tree..." she grumbled, looking away.
"Nobody's getting married tonight," Nate sighed, as he watched the Uber finally approach from around the corner. What a curious reaction from Becca. Was she...jealous?
The drive took the three teens up into the winding streets of the Dampton hills. The higher the car climbed, the bigger houses they passed seemed to grow. Finally after nearly reaching the top of the hill, the car came to a stop outside a particularly impressive mansion, towering palm trees visible behind the thick hedge and fence that obscured the rest of the front yard. Even from where they were parked, the muffled sound of party music could be heard from somewhere ahead.
"Jesus, what is she, royalty?" Becca gasped as they stepped out of the car.
"Uh, I mean technically she might actually..." Nate mumbled, recalling what Amber had told him about her mother's ancestry. He decided not to elaborate further when he saw Becca looking back at him with worry.
They approached the main gate, and Nate entered the key code Amber had sent him. A moment later there was a buzz and a click, and the tall wrought iron barrier slowly began to swing open, revealing a sprawling front drive and garden with a sputtering fountain statue in the middle.
"Fuck this, we're going to hunted for sport once we step in there, I can just tell," Becca whispered as they made their way across the grounds. She huddled to Amy's side with exaggerated terror. The blonde rolled her eyes.
Nate ignored them both, and eventually they ascended a set of white marble steps to the entry of a grand and ornate wooden door. The muffled party music roared from just beyond this final barrier.
He knocked, clutching the bottle of rum June had given him to bring as a gift in his free hand. He was thankful for the hookup, but he began to wonder if maybe the rich kids inside would look down upon the brand or something.
A moment later the door opened, releasing the cork from the wooden sound barrier, and along with the blaring noise popped out Amber's pretty face.
"Nate!" she exclaimed cheerfully, rushing forward hugging him tightly.
"H-hey, Amber," Nate managed, savoring the feeling of the blonde's royal rack pressing against his chest. He'd only caught a glimpse of her before she was upon him, but what a glimpse it had been! Like Becca she wore a sequin mini dress, but Amber's was a dazzling deep ruby red, v-necked in the front to better show off her cleavage. And well, as stunned as Nate had been by Becca, objectively Amber wore it better. With her more prominent curves, Amber filled out the tight little thing perfectly, but leaving only just enough to the imagination to keep any red-blooded male in her vicinity burning with the urge to rip it from her body.
"Oh, you brought friends!" Amber laughed looking over Nate's shoulder at the two girls, still not releasing him from the hug.
"Hi, I'm Amy," the shorter blond waved quietly.
"Becca..." the brunette introduced herself. Nate turned his head just far enough back to catch a glimpse of her strained smile. "...happy birthday..!"
"Thanks!" Amber giggled, finally releasing Nate from against her body. If she detected any discomfort from the brunette, she didn't show it.
As she stepped back, Nate began to realize the blonde's bubbly mood wasn't just brought on by her excitement to see him. Though far from sloppy drunk, the girl was clearly still pretty buzzed. For a second there he had really been detecting a vibe, but now he began to wonder if he'd been reading too much into it. Brushing off the little blow to his ego, Nate shuffled in place a bit and held out the bottle of rum. "Here..."
"Oh! For me?" Amber grinned, snatching the bottle from Nate's grasp. "Perfect, I'll put it with the others! C'mon!"
She ushered them inside, oblivious to the awe the three teens from far lower tax brackets were experiencing behind her as they gazed up at the impossibly high ceilings of the grand entry. She led them down the hall past a few displayed pieces of modern art and into the epicenter of the music. The sprawling floor plan of the main living room was easily bigger than Nate's entire backyard. All about the room were lounging and laughing teens clutching red solo cups. The far wall of the room was nearly all transparent glass, naturally showing off the enormous infinity pool that hung invitingly over the edge of the extensive concrete deck. Nate didn't even have to think about it; it was easily the nicest home he'd ever been inside of in his life.
Amber continued to the right side of the room, placing the gift rum atop a small mini bar next to virtual treasure hoard of various bottles of booze and liquor. Nate suddenly felt silly for bringing it, but for different reasons than he'd feared. They hardly seemed in danger of running out...
"Okay, go ahead and make yourselves at home, help yourself to whatever you want," Amber explained, gesturing about the room. "Feel free to explore upstairs, but try to stay out of the rooms...we're kind of keeping those closed off in case any drunken lovebirds get too carried away..." She winked at Nate suggestively then giggled as she hurried towards the stairs. "I'll be right back! I just need to get something ready for later..."
Nate watched the blonde's sparkling red buns bounce as she hurried up the stairs in her heels. Was he reading too much into it, or was she inviting him to follow her? It was hard to tell what was suggestive and what was just a drunk girl having fun.
Oh well, he supposed. There was no way he could follow without invoking Becca and Amy's judgment anyway.
"So she has like, every STD, right?" Becca muttered dryly as soon as Amber was out of earshot.
"Be nice..." Nate reminded her.
"She's gorgeous..." Amy whispered, watching the taller blonde disappear from view in awe, causing her friend's frown to only deepen. "I mean I would've guessed she was pretty, but wow..."
"Ugh! And now she's turned Amy lesbo!" Becca groaned. "I need a drink..."
"That's the spirit," Nate tried to encourage her, guiding the two girls towards the bar. He pulled three red cups from the stack, relieved that at least some things were common between parties regardless of income bracket, and set them down on the counter. "Here, let mix master Nate wash your troubles away, what will you two lovely ladies be having?" He gestured to the cups with some flourish.
"Dork," Becca tried to dismiss him, but she couldn't hide her amused smile. There we go...
"I'll let you make me a drink, but only if I don't have to call you mix master," Amy added, though she too couldn't stop the little smile from forming on her lips.
"No deal," Nate grinned. "Now c'mon, orders..?"
"Why do we hang out with him?" Becca asked Amy.
"He's your friend," Amy giggled back.
"Ladies..."
"Oh alright, 'mix master,' just make me something fruity with vodka," Becca commanded.
"Coming right up..!" Nate declared, getting a shot glass ready and fingering through the various bottles.
While searching for ingredients, Nate's eyes scanned the crowd of party goers about the room. He didn't recognize any faces, and he assumed pretty much everyone here besides the three of them went to Saint Abigail's with Amber.
"And for you, miss..?" Nate inquired as he finished up Becca's drink, preparing to pour in a last shot of vodka.
"Um, just make me the same, I guess," Amy replied. She was eyeing the shot glass nervously as Nate tipped it into the red cup. "But less alcohol in mine!"
"Boooo..." Becca teased as she received her drink from Nate.
"If that's what the lady wants..." Nate replied, beginning to prepare the same for Amy.
"You know I don't drink, Becca..." Amy whispered as she watched Nate work. "Someone among us has to be responsible..."
"C'mon, Ames, loosen up! You might actually have fun..."
"I'm sorry if I don't find the idea of losing control and doing something I regret 'fun'..." Amy muttered.
Nate finished up her drink, obediently only adding a half shot per Amy's request, then quickly poured together something simpler for himself. Handing one off to Amy, Nate raised his own cup in the air.
"Cheers," he said. "And prepare to be amazed..."
The girls smiled and tapped their red plastic against his, and all three brought the cups to their lips. Both girls' faces contorted as if in pain as the first sips of the drinks traveled down their throats.
"Oh, mix master, they're so good..." Becca teased in a sultry but mocking voice while Amy nearly gagged nearby.
"Mix master, more like mix murderer!" Amy coughed, still grimacing from the taste.
Nate rolled his eyes and ignored them, taking another sip from his own drink. Okay, so it wasn't good, but it wasn't THAT bad...
"Hey, sorry but...how do I not know you?"
All three turned to meet the unfamiliar voice. Standing behind Becca and Amy was a tall boy with broad shoulders, his musclebound arms bare and exposed at the sides of his white tank top. The top of his head was buzzed efficiently short, and his face bottomed out into a strong jaw which was currently supporting his cocky but friendly smile.
"Uh, because you've never seen us before?" Becca said, taking another sip of her drink and watching the boy warily. Was this guy going to hit on her? Was it Nate's turn to get jealous? Did he even have any right to when he was kind of sort of pursuing Amber?
"Sorry, that didn't come off as cool as I thought it would...I'm Brad," he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his buzzed head. "But actually...I was talking to your friend." He smiled and nodded at Amy.
"Me..?" Amy asked quietly in disbelief, clutching her plastic cup with both hands.
"Yeah, I guess what I meant to say was, I looked across the room and saw this beautiful girl, and I thought, how is it possible I don't know her name?" he explained, keeping eye contact with the blonde. "So now that I worked up the courage to come over here and embarrass myself...do I get to find out?"
"Smooth..." Becca whispered under her breath giving a sly glance to Nate. She then whipped back around and grabbed Amy by the shoulders, nudging the petrified girl a bit closer to Brad. "Well I'm Becca, and this is Nate, but to answer the question you really care about...this is Amy."
"Me?" Amy repeated again quietly, still staring up at the tall jock.
"She's just kind of shy because she doesn't know anyone here," Becca explained.
"I could show you around, Amy, y'know, if you'd like that...?" he offered, extending a hand.
Before Amy could whisper "me?" again, Becca practically forced her hand into Brad's and bumped her forward again. "She'd love that. Amy, me and Nate are gonna hang back and explore a bit, but we'll catch up, okay?"
Amy nodded silently, still staring into Brad's eyes. Brad grinned and began tugging her along towards the glass doorway to the pool deck. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to my friends from the lacrosse team, they're jerks, but you'll like them..."
Nate and Becca could barely make out one last trailing "me?" as Amy was guided away. They were a funny pair to watch, Brad easily had a foot on her in height.
"Be nice to her Brad! I'm watching you!" Becca called after them with a little laugh. She turned back to Nate with a big grin, quite pleased with herself. "And that's called being a good friend. You know she's never had a boyfriend? Someone has to get that chick laid..."
Nate laughed and shook his head in disbelief. Becca was too much sometimes. "So...you really want to explore?"
She nodded eagerly, taking another sip of her drink. "Yeah, I'm ready to embark on my rich kid safari."
"Where to first?"
"Hmmmm..." Becca's eyes scanned the room. "Let's go upstairs, I'm not drunk enough to walk among the natives yet."
Nate could relate. Together they walked along the edge of the room and up the winding stairway Amber had ascended minutes before. Once on the second floor, Nate began to get a real appreciation for how huge Amber's house truly was. It was like a maze!
"This is where the real 'Get Out' shit happens, I'm telling you," Becca giggled.
It didn't help that the lights were off upstairs, and Nate and Becca whispered excitedly as they rounded the corners of the shadowy corridors.
Eventually they made their way to a large doorway that was slightly ajar. Becca smirked at Nate slyly as she nudged against it and allowed herself to slip into the dark room.
Nate paused, now alone in the dark hallway. Was he supposed to follow her? Was she just being her usual mischievous self, or was she intentionally calling back to what Amber had said about drunk lovebirds? Was she...making a move? And more importantly, was he blowing it?
Before he could fret over it any longer, Becca's excited voice called out from inside. "Nate! Get in here!"
Nate obeyed, stepping into what appeared to be some kind of grand master bedroom with one of the biggest beds he'd ever seen facing one of the of the biggest television screens he'd ever seen on the opposite wall. But it wasn't the furnishing or even the room itself that Becca was trying to call his attention to, but the glass door she was standing in, looking out to the balcony beyond it.
He crept over to where she stood, but once he reached her she grinned and hurried out into the night air, only stopping once she'd reached the balcony's railing, leaning forward over it and looking out at the horizon. "Just look at this..!"
Nate followed and joined her in leaning against the guard rail. It truly was a spectacular view of their city...maybe the best Nate had ever seen.
"Maybe there's something to this being rich thing," Becca wondered, not taking her eyes off the view. "I think I can see our houses from here..."
"Pretty cool," Nate agreed. They stared out at Dampton and the night sky above it for a couple minutes in silence, the only noise between them the ambient sounds of the party below and the occasional slurps the two teens took from their drinks.
"Uuurp..." Becca lazily belched out towards her hometown, successfully desecrating the quiet serenity that had barely settled in.
"Nice one..." Nate chuckled, shaking his head.
"Thanks," Becca replied sweetly, basking in the air of the warm summer night. "God, I could just stay up here for hours...something about this view just makes all your troubles and worries melt away, y'know?"
There was something so graceful about her just existing there, framed against the night sky, despite her crude expulsion of gas. Sure, she wasn't as voluptuous as Amber—few were—but there was something lovely still about the soft, subtle curves of her slender body, all too visible to him tightly wrapped in her violet mini dress.
Part of him wanted to stroke her hair gently, bringing her face towards his for a tender kiss. Of course the other part of him wanted to bend her further over the balcony railing and go to town on her from behind until the entire party below could hear...but that was the paradox that came with feelings for a lovely girl.
Then there was the far darker urge. The desire to see that slender body affirm its supremacy over the tiny bodies of its lessers...to see it take in those unfortunate souls and repurpose them as simple nutrients, as Nate had now seen it do twice before. Her body, so graceful and lovely here in the moonlight...it was such an unjust crime that it currently lacked a little shrunken morsel to keep its insides full and content.
Oh yeah...weren't there supposed to be shrinkies here? Nate was suddenly reminded of Amber's box full of the little things. He began to wonder if perhaps it was downstairs now, and they were missing it. There was no way he was going to let that happen.
"C'mon, let's go back downstairs, I need a refill anyway," Nate suggested, rattling the ice in his mostly empty cup.
Becca nodded, taking one last big gulp of her own drink before finally tearing her eyes away from the view.
"Growing on you?" Nate nodded to her now drained cup.
"Yeah, like stockholm syndrome," she teased, pushing past him back into the dark room.
Being on the move again alerted Nate to how much the alcohol had already seeped into his system. There was a giddy kind of excitement that pulsed through his body as they hurried down the dark halls, everything was just a little bit more fun. He looked down at Becca's cute little sparkling butt as it wiggled forward before him through the shadows. He quickly became obsessed with the realization that despite all the years her little tush had spent around him and in his room, he wasn't sure he'd ever actually touched it before. That didn't really seem fair...suddenly he wondered what she'd do if he decided to slap her ass right now.
Probably slap him across the face, he thought.
"Fuck, are you as drunk as I am?" Nate asked as he followed behind, his eyes still fixed on his friend's behind.
"A little," Becca giggled, flashing him a naughty little smile as she glanced back.
When they finally stepped back into the light and descended the last flight of stairs, the two teens noticed a crowd had gathered towards the center of the living room, with Amber standing in the middle. She was holding the ornate box full of shrinkies in front of her, seemingly waiting for the guests around her to settle down.
Oh shit, they'd almost missed it!
Nate silently pointed out the box to Becca, and once she realized what it was she gasped and hurried Nate towards the edge of the crowd.
"...First of all, thank you everyone for coming," Amber announced, tilting her head to the side cutely with a big smile. "Now, some of you might have heard I brought some party favors..." she grinned and held the box up by her head, shaking it just a little. Nate could just barely hear a few panicked squeaks over the music from where he stood.
"Sadly, there's not enough for everybody," Amber apologized, rousing a few disappointed groans from the crowd. "Buuuut, I have a system worked out that I think is more than fair. Because I only turn 18 once, I want this party to be legendary! So listen up: I'll be going around with my little box here," she tilted it from side to side as she strode in place for a few bouncy steps. "Just think of me as the party fairy, and I'll be on the lookout for anyone who's making this a night to remember...the real party animals! If you can earn it, you might just get a little treat..." She lifted the glass lid and tilted the box so the crowd could get a better look inside, rotating around so everyone could get a peek. "Make sense?"
There were excited laughs and cheers from the gathered guests as several teens lifted their drinks up in approval. Amber belted out a little drunken laugh, then began digging her hand excitedly into the box. "But seeing as how I'm the birthday girl, why don't I get us started..." The crowd cheered her on as she fingered through the scrambling shrinkies before she finally managed to pinch a little woman around the waist. She lifted the screaming, squirming shrinky up beside her face, taking just a moment to study her before turning back to her excited audience. "I'd like to dedicate this swallow to our dear friend and classmate, Alice Grayson, who couldn't be with us here tonight. May she find peace in whatever stomach or sewer she's currently residing in, because at least we'll be sending many more to join her!"
The crowd jeered and laughed at her dark joke, and Amber shrugged innocently as she giggled along with them. She then lifted the tiny woman high above her head and grinned up at her for a moment, before opening her mouth wide...
Charlotte screamed as she stared down into the dark abyss at the back of the pink cavern waiting below. No-no-no-no-no!!
The twenty six year old brunette kicked and squirmed in the giant's grip as the cruel chorus of the crowd around them wooped and cheered for her demise. This had to be a nightmare...there was no way something so terrible was really happening, right?
Before the shrinking virus, Charlotte had been a librarian by trade. With her beady brown eyes surrounded by the wide frames of her glasses and her brown hair tied back in a neat bun, the pale and lanky young woman still looked the part even so far removed from her element. And out of her element she truly was. Naturally, Charlotte had always preferred the company of a good book to other people, and her long past high school days had been mostly made up of lonely nights in her room or in the library reading about lives and stories far more exciting than her own.
She'd been happy with it, and she never felt she'd missed out on much by avoiding the parties and late night socialization of her peers. It was silly, immature stuff, and she was happy to leave it all behind when she eventually moved on into the world of adult professionals.
But she hadn't escaped, had she? Here she was, dragged literally kicking and screaming into the world she'd never wanted to know. As her frightened eyes darted about madly, it was far to easy to imagine those faces in the jeering crowd or the blonde giant waiting below with those of her old classmates. Apparently she was destined to spend some time with with the popular kids after all, though far more intimately than she ever could've imagined...
"Please, don't!" she begged to eager open maw waiting to receive her below.
How many books had she read where a character was eaten alive by a monster..? Charlotte had never paid it much mind then. It was such a fantastical, unrealistic situation that she never felt too sorry those characters. Those were exciting moments in the stories, actually.
That had all changed with the shrinking virus of course, but even then Charlotte had hardly imagined that someday she'd be swallowed by drunk teenage party girl. That world was just too separate from her own.
Well, it wasn't for much longer.
Charlotte shrieked as she felt the grip on her waist release, finding herself plummeting rapidly through the air towards the blonde's mouth. She shut her eyes tight—she didn't want to see anymore. A moment later she collided with something wet, and a humid heat washed over her, its alcoholic odor stinging Charlotte's nostrils. Unable to resist the instinct, Charlotte peeked her eyes open, only to find that the frames of her glasses were already heavily fogged with condensation. All she could see was a round window of light ahead of her that quickly shrunk into nothing, leaving her in the warm dark.
"No, no!" Charlotte whined just before the slimy floor beneath her forced her upwards and pressed her to the roof of the humid cavern. Totally awash with thick saliva, Charlotte sputtered and protested in vain as she was tasted. She felt her glasses slip from her face, lost somewhere forever in the maw of this monster.
Charlotte fought and shrieked with renewed vigor as she felt herself being forced backwards. No! This wasn't supposed to happen! Eaten by a giant...that was a fate reserved for characters in an exciting fantasy novel—not her! These events belonged safely in the page, not in her quiet little life.
The tiny woman wept and scrambled desperately in vain as the giant's tongue pushed her back into the entrance of her throat. She'd never wanted an adventure. She'd never wanted to attend a party. But she was getting both, because what Charlotte wanted didn't matter tonight.
Tonight was about the birthday girl.
The tiny brunette's screams were cut short as a mighty gulp suddenly propelled her downward, deep into the giant's body...
Nate watched as Amber closed her eyes and gulped, a small bulge traveling down her elegant throat then vanishing, taking the tiny woman with it. When her blue eyes opened a moment later, the excited crowd was already cheering with approval. She grinned and giggled somewhat bashfully, before throwing her arms up into the air victoriously with a quick "woo!", further exciting her audience.
"Welcome to the party, bitch!" Amber shouted, giving her stomach a firm slap. She then broke into another laughing fit, though Nate could only guess if it was instigated by the blonde's inebriation or the tickles of the swallowed woman inside her.
Riding the high, Amber cackled as she quickly snatched another shrinky from out of the box and held it high above her head, preparing to toss it into the crowd. Several of Amber's girl friends squealed in excitement as they pushed past Nate and Becca to get a close to where the blonde was aiming as they could.
"Yeah!" Amber laughed as she lobbed the tiny boy into the excited mob. Nate could barely hear the squeak of the little guy's scream over eager gasps and giggles of the clustering giants. Several hands shot into the air to catch him, but in the chaos they crashed and collided, and the poor little dude squeaked as he was accidentally swatted to the side, flying closer to where Nate and Becca stood.
Splash!
Nate, Becca, and everyone else nearby turned towards a thin dark skinned girl with short curly hair who was blinking down into her red solo cup in surprise. A moment later a little gasp and frantic splashing noises began to echo out from the red plastic. The girl stared down with her big brown eyes at the shrinky struggling to tread water in her drink for another moment, then shrugged and closed her eyes, bringing the cup to her lips. The crowd cheered again as she proceeded to chug the contents of the cup, before finally gasping, revealing the now empty cup to her gathered fans with a bashful grin.
"Alright, no more freebies! Let's partyyy!!" Amber shouted, and as if on cue someone turned up the music, causing the gathered teens to cheer and break into dance.
"Jesus," Nate muttered, watching the cute dark-skinned girl laugh and chat bashfully with two of her friends, letting them take turns poking curiously at her midsection while they asked questions. With how much he'd had to sneak, plan, and stress to acquire the shrinkies he'd gathered for Becca in the past, it was surreal to see them flaunted so freely and carelessly in the open like this. These kids truly lived in a different world.
"Do you know how many are left?" Becca asked, her eyes anxiously following the box held in the dancing blonde's grip.
"Should be thirteen," Nate said. "What are you going to do to earn one?"
"Excuse me?" Becca turned to him with an eyebrow raised.
Nate shrugged. "She said she's only giving them to 'real party animals'...you're not just going to get one for nothing."
"Ugh..." Becca turned her attention back to the box, her lip twisting distastefully. Amber was already on the move again, a few of her friends calling her over to do a birthday shot. "I hate the idea of performing for her like some kind of trained seal..."
"It doesn't have to be forced, you could just think of it like having a good time."
"Oh? And did you have something in mind?" Becca eyed him skeptically.
"No," Nate replied quickly, taking a sip from the melted ice at the bottom of his cup. He actually did have a couple of ideas, but maybe he'd wait until she'd had a bit more to drink before suggesting them...
"Uh-huh...why don't you make us some more drinks and I'll think of something..."
Nate did as he was told, and once they had their drinks in hand, the two teens began following Amber around the party as inconspicuously as possible, searching for an opening.
As they watched her occasionally reward her guests with shrunken treats, Nate observed that there didn't seem to be a strict criteria for earning one. For example, the next lucky guest was a pretty Asian girl who had her head leaned back over the back of her chair while a couple boys poured drinks down into her open mouth. When Amber spotted them, she hurried over and dangled a tiny blonde guy over the girl's open mouth, and once she got the nod of approval she dropped him in, waving goodbye as he was chugged down along with the rest of the boys' drinks. The girl's skills were pretty impressive, and Nate thought she set a high bar for Becca to follow.
But then just a little later at another corner of the room, Nate watched as some of Amber's friends rushed over to her with another round of birthday shots, and in thanks the birthday girl dropped a little brunette into her friend's shot, and the little thing was gulped down moments later before she'd even gotten a chance to scream. The lucky freckled brunette with long curly hair giggled madly as she hugged Amber in thanks, then began to shake her belly back and forth to torment her stomach's new guest once Amber moved on.
She'd barely had to do anything...it seemed Amber wasn't above playing favorites. Nate began to get nervous. Amber didn't know Becca at all, and Nate began to worry if his friend wouldn't be willing to go to the necessary lengths to get noticed by the birthday girl.
Still, Nate wasn't too torn up about it. Even if Becca never got to swallow a tiny tonight, he was getting treated to an absolute marathon of cuties swallowing unlucky little people. It was incredible to think that around him in the party there were already nearly half a dozen shrinkies dispersed among the stomachs of the guests, completely undetectable except to the lucky teens who could feel their struggles.
And then of course there was Amber herself. While Becca might have been watching Amber with frustration, Nate drank in the view of her and savored every sip. The way her wide hips swayed beneath the tight sparkling fabric as she danced and flitted about the party, the way the exposed tops of her tan boobs jiggled as she laughed, the absolutely carefree smile between her luscious lips...all while there was a tiny woman surely fighting for her life inside her stomach. Every time the blonde took a birthday shot, Nate's mind raced to imagine the liquid pouring down her throat before splashing down over the panicking shrinky inside.
At a glance, one might assume Amber had already forgotten all about the little brunette in her belly, but Nate was watching close enough to know better. After every shot, she'd make sure to give her stomach a quick pat, and while she lazily smiled and nodded her head along while her friends drunkenly chatted to her, Nate would catch Amber occasionally poking and prodding at her midsection while she subtly swayed her hips. The birthday girl was certainly indulging in many pleasures, but she was still making time to savor her little treat.
"What if you poured me a whole flight of shots or something...and we try and get her to put a shrinky in the last one?" Becca asked as they discretely followed Amber out onto the pool deck.
"That might work," Nate shrugged. "But are you going to be able to do that many shots back to back? You might end up throwing the shrinky up."
"Yeah..." Becca muttered ruefully.
They watched from a distance as Amber made her way to the pool's edge. Splashing in the water were two boys with beautiful girls sitting on their shoulders. They were laughing as each girl tried to push the other from their mount, drawing a small crowd of drunken onlookers, half cheering for one team or the other.
Finally the gorgeous redhead on one end managed to push her opponent off balance and under the water. She raised her fists up and cheered in victory, eliciting shouts of congratulations for the poolside peanut gallery. To thank her loyal fans, the redhead grinned giddily and pulled up her bikini top, flashing the crowd with her impressive boobs as they bounced freely on her chest. Nice!
"Hell yeah, Alison!" Amber cheered, fishing out a shrinky from her box and holding it up for the redhead to see. Alison's eyes lit up as she spotted her reward, clapping her hands in front of her still exposed breasts in anticipation. Amber tossed the tiny blonde girl in her hand towards the redhead, who quickly parted her lips to try and catch her in her mouth. But their combined aim was a little off, and the tiny girl shrieked as she collided with the giant's cheek before bouncing off and splashing down into the pool.
"Nick! Let me down!" Alison wiggled excitedly as she tried to scramble from the boy's shoulders, her eyes fixed on where the little blonde girl had submerged. A moment later the shrinky gasped to the surface and began swimming frantically in any direction she could. Nate could only imagine how difficult it must have been for her...the surface of the pool was rippling from the teens' play, which to the tiny girl was like being caught in the middle of a hurricane. Still she kicked and paddled valiantly, oblivious to the topless redhead giant that watched her smugly from behind, slowly submerging beneath the surface as she casually swum up behind her, like a shark advancing on its prey. A moment later and Alison was entirely under water, and Nate watched in awe as she patiently swam beneath the shrinky on the surface. She then rose up suddenly, and the little blonde only had a moment to shriek as the redhead's open lips surfaced just beneath her, taking her in with a mouthful of pool water. Alison rose up and threw her wet, red hair back, like some kind of topless little mermaid, and swallowed.
Nate gasped as he realized he'd stopped breathing. This was the best fucking party ever...
"...Assholes!" Alison laughed as she snapped out of her bliss just in time to see the two boys taking her bikini top and running from the pool with it. She clutched her chest and giggled drunkenly as she chased after them.
"...You could try that," Nate nodded at the pursuing redhead, taking a casual sip from his drink so he didn't look too eager.
"Yeah, or I could punch you in the dick," Becca threatened with an unimpressed look. Worth a shot...
"Nate! There you are! Where have you been?"
Both teens turned to see Amber hurrying over to them, the box still in her hands.
"Uh, around," Nate replied quickly. Around you. Following you...
"Oh my god, did you see that shit? Fucking epic!" Amber giggled.
"It's a great party..." Becca reluctantly admitted. Perhaps in her inebriation, Becca was making her fixation on Amber's box a bit too obvious. Before Nate could attempt to warn her, he watched Amber's blue eyes follow the brunette's gaze. A mischievous smile formed on Amber's lips. Uh oh.
"Oh, did you want one of these?" Amber asked sweetly, snapping Becca out of her stupor.
"Me? Um..." Becca stammered, embarrassed to have gotten caught.
"You can have one of course, but you've gotta earn it," Amber teased, wigging the box in front of her face. "I can give you some suggestions if you don't have any ideas..."
"No, really, you don't have to-"
"Oh, you know what would be really fun? If we drove the boys out here crazy..." Amber's grin was really spreading now.
"What do you mean?" Becca asked cautiously.
"C'mon Becky, don't play dumb," the blonde giggled, getting the brunette's name wrong. "I'm hot, and you...you're cute in a girl-next-door kinda way. Together we're like the perfect combo; chocolate and vanilla! Right Nate?" She smiled and blinked over at the boy.
"Guh..." At Nate's level of inebriation and arousal, it was all he could manage.
"So what do you say?" Amber turned her attention back to Becca, inching closer. "Do you wanna do a shot off my navel? Or you could chug a beer from my cleavage as someone pours it on my boobs..." she pushed her breasts together and giggled. "Or we can keep it classic and just make out a little, that's always a crowd pleaser..."
Nate was going to pop a blood vessel. Do it! Do any of those things! Do all of those things!
"Uh..." Becca stammered taking a step back. Unfortunately for Nate, she seemed very uncomfortable with all of the above.
The brunette was spared as Amber's curly haired friend called out to her from inside the house. "Amber! We're gonna play cards!"
Amber gasped and clapped her hands excitedly, seemingly forgetting all about her various propositions to Becca. She almost ran off and left them there, but at the last second she whipped back around. "Nate! You have to play! It's super fun!"
Nate didn't even have a chance to reply as the blonde grabbed him by the hand and began dragging him along. He glanced back to make sure Becca was following, and confirmed she was. But there was a pretty obvious frown on her face.
Nate blinked down at the scattered face down cards in front of him, hoping the rules of the game weren't too complicated for his current level of inebriation. Him, Becca, Amber, and four of Amber's other friends were all gathered on couches and chairs around a glass coffee table in the main room of the party. He glanced over at Becca. She was sitting next to him on the couch, having a similar reaction to the mysterious cards. But her eyes would occasionally flick up to watch Amber, who was sitting on an opposite couch next to her curly haired friend.
He still wasn't sure what to make of Becca's behavior that night. On the one hand, it made sense for her to be a bit wary of Amber after how forward she'd been out by the pool, but it hadn't just been that. Even just a minute ago when Amber had dragged him in to play the game, Becca had hurried to snag the open spot next to Nate while Amber was distracted talking to her friends. It wasn't that strange to not want to sit by a stranger, he supposed, but the way she'd nearly landed on him as she'd wedged herself in, and the look she'd given Amber after felt...territorial. Amber herself had looked a little put out for just a moment, but if it really bothered her she did an expert job of brushing it off, currently looking completely unfazed as she explained the rules to the game.
"...So everyone will take a turn drawing a card, and then they have to do what the card says for the rest of the game. Every time you don't remember to follow your card's rule, you drink!" Amber suddenly looked like she remembered something, and grabbed a few extra cards and some pens. She kept one herself, but gave a card and pen each to Nate and Becca. "Here, you guys should at least make one rule too...it's more fun that way."
Nate twiddled the pen in his hand and stared down at the blank card. Fuck. He had absolutely no ideas. What kind of rules were you supposed to do?
He glanced up. Double fuck! Amber and Becca were both already writing something down, he was the only one that was bad at this!
Nate tapped the pen to his lips as he glanced around the circle, searching for inspiration. Besides the two girls he was acquainted with, the other four teens were basically strangers. There was Amber's friend with the freckles and curly hair...he was pretty sure he'd heard Amber call her "Betty" earlier. Next in the circle were two guys who both seemed pretty drunk and preoccupied with banter about their latest beer pong match. Last was the pretty Asian girl Nate had watched chug a little shrinky earlier; he thought maybe she looked Japanese. She was looking down at her phone drunkenly, tapping away.
Taking advantage of her distraction, Nate glanced down at the bit of midriff that was poking out from beneath her yellow top. That little blonde guy she'd swallowed earlier, he'd looked to be about Nate's age. It was weird to think what different experiences Nate and the little guy were having at the party, despite otherwise being so similar. Nate was just sitting here, drinking and playing a game...when a guy just like him was churning about inside a belly full of booze and who knows what else just feet away.
Life was funny...
Nate's gaze drifted to Amber's box, sitting in front of her on the coffee table. That's right...almost all the shrinkies were in attendance for the game. There was the little woman trapped inside Amber's gut, and just inches from her was the little brunette girl inside Betty's stomach. There was something so captivating about the thought. All three of the poor shrinkies were surely gripping with the most horrific and terrifying experiences of their lives, all while Nate and the other teens were just sitting around relaxing...
Fuck it.
Nate brought the pen down to the card and quickly scribbled "swallow a shrinky." Not particularly inspired, but who was he kidding? He knew what he was here to see.
"Alright!" Amber declared as Nate placed his card face down. She proceeded to mix them around a bit for proper randomization. "Who wants to go first?"
"Fuck it, I'll go!" one of the two guys chimed in, scooping up a card. "...bark after every sentence...woof!"
His friend seated next to him cackled. "Dude! That was my card!"
"Well fuck you...woof!" he laughed back.
His friend picked a card next. He began laughing so hard he couldn't even read it aloud for several moments. "Hahaha...quack...hahaha...after every...haha...sentence..!"
"You idiots always write those stupid rules!" Betty scolded them.
"The amazing part is how they always end up drawing them..." the Asian girl said, rolling her eyes. "Also you didn't quack, Todd."
"Fuck...quack," Todd apologized, taking a drink.
` The Asian girl picked a card next. "Ugh...T-Rex arms..." she groaned. She proceeded to set her phone down and bring her arms up to her chest so that only her hands were hanging forward...like a T-Rex. "Just kill me now, I have to do this for the whole game? I think I'd rather just drink..."
What a strange game, but at least the rules were simple. Nate drew a card from the table. "Three word sentences..." he read aloud. "What does that mean?"
"It means you drink, because that was four words, dumbass!" Todd laughed, before suddenly remembering. "...Quack!"
Nate shook his head and took a drink. He'd have to pay more attention...
Becca drew a card. "No swearing?? Ah, fuck!" she cursed, immediately realizing her error. "Yeah, yeah, I know..." she muttered as she took a drink while the others laughed.
"My turn..!" Amber giggled excitedly, plucking a card from the table. "Ooh...sit in someone's lap..."
"For the rest of the game..?" Becca asked nervously.
"Oh shit! Hey Amber, this seat's not taken..."
"Fuck you, Rick, she wants to sit on my lap...quack!" Todd said, shoving Rick before leaning back and patting his lap invitingly. "Also drink, Rick...quack."
"Now where should I sit..?" Amber asked innocently as she rose to her feet. She began slowly walking around the circle, wiggling her sparkling butt playfully every few steps. She lingered in front of the hooting bros for a moment, before moving on, dashing their hopes.
Nate watched, petrified. She wasn't looking at him, but she was still coming this way...was she really going to..?
"Is this seat taken?" Amber asked, stopping in front of Nate with her back turned to him. She gave her butt another slow wiggle for emphasis.
"Uh...no..." Nate managed.
"Good," Amber replied, plopping down into his lap. Nate nearly dropped his drink as he felt her grind into his crotch subtly as she got settled. Was she just getting comfortable? It felt more intentional than that. Things were already beginning to firm up for Nate downstairs, and he was powerless to stop it. Could she feel it under her?
"Lucky you, you get to be the birthday throne..." Amber giggled, wiggling atop him once more.
"Yeah..." Nate replied. Jesus, the feeling of her shapely buns pressed into his crotch...
"Oh, hey Becky!" Amber turned to Becca with a sweet smile, as if she'd just remembered the brunette existed. "Hope you don't mind if I borrow you're friend..." She did a little bounce on Nate's lap just so there was no confusion as to who she was talking about.
Nate glanced over at Becca, suddenly reminded that she was there. Shit...she was playing it cool, but he knew Becca well enough to recognize that she was bristling under the surface. He could practically see her eye twitching.
"It's Becca..." she replied slowly, like the words were being pulled from between her teeth. "And what the fuck do I care..."
"Ha! Drink!" Amber giggled.
"Fuck…" Becca cursed reaching for her drink, wincing as she realized her blunder. "...Fuck!" Everyone laughed as she chugged from her cup bitterly to make up for the three swears.
The next couple turns might as well have existed in another dimension, because all Nate could focus on was the absolute angel seated on his lap. Not only did her perfect heart shaped butt feel amazing seated just atop his bulging manhood, but just being this close to her was...incredible. Occasionally she'd lean back as she laughed, her flowing blonde hair brushing against his face as her body bounced just right. God her hair smelled good.
But it was more than just her body that transfixed Nate...it was what was inside it. He stared down at her lower back, her tan skin bare and visible through the open back of her dress. It was unbelievable that not far beyond that layer of skin was a tiny living person struggling for their life inside Amber. Every laugh, ever bounce in Nate's lap, every drink from her cup...that little woman she'd swallowed was forced to endure all of it. He wondered...was she already digesting? Was she in agony while Amber giggled and played? The contrast of it all plus the physical contact would have surely been too much for Nate sober, and he was grateful for the somewhat numbing affect of the booze in his system.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?"
Nate finally tore his eyes away from Amber's back and looked up to see Amy and Brad stumble over to the table. And stumble they did...they were both giggling drunkenly, the tall boy's large frame supporting the short blonde from toppling onto the ground. Geeze, it seemed like Amy had managed to loosen up...and then some.
"Ugh, Amy save yourself, don't get sucked into this fucking game..." Becca tried to warn her.
"Drink..." Nate muttered to her quietly with a sympathetic look.
"Uuugh! Fu..!" Becca began, before stopping herself. "...fart." She frowned and took a quick sip. "That was only one word by the way Nate..."
Fair enough. He took a drink.
Amy and Brad settled onto the couch where Amber had previously been sitting. Though not as overtly as Amber, Amy was practically in Brad's lap, leaning onto his chest as the two continued to giggle.
"You see? That's the Nate I was telling you about, I always catch him looking at my boobs..." Amy giggled into Brad's chest, pointing across the table at Nate. So she HAD noticed... "You should kick his ass for me..." Uh oh...
"Sure, babe, sure..." Brad smiled down at her, but then he looked across the table at Nate and gave him a wink and a subtle thumbs up. Huh, maybe this Brad guy was alright...
"Okay Brad, who is that and what did you do with Amy?" Becca asked, watching her drunken friend giggle and cuddle with the jock.
"We were doing shots!" Amy giggled giddily, nestling into Brad's chest a bit more.
"Created a monster..." Nate muttered to Becca, making sure to keep it at three words.
"Well if you're going to sit here, you have to play," Amber said, nodding to the table. "Take a card, lovebirds..."
Amy and Brad looked into each other's eyes, giggled, and shrugged. They each picked up a card and squinted at the writing on the back.
"T-Rex arms?" Brad read, confused.
"Seriously? You guys did that one twice?" Betty asked.
Amy squinted at her card and tried to focus her wandering eyes. "Say a name...strip?" Her drunken eyes widened in alarm. "Wait...strip?? Becca! What does that mean!"
"It means you have to strip! You just said a name!" Rick laughed. Him and Todd shouted with joy and hi-fived.
"What?? Oh no!" Amy gasped.
"Relax, you only remove one article of clothing each time...oh, and you have to drink too." Betty explained.
"Oh no!" Amy repeated, looking down and quickly taking stock of the clothes she had on.
Nate sat up in his seat a bit. It didn't seem likely she was wearing a bra under that halter top...this was about to get interesting, fast.
"Do these count?" Amy asked fearfully, scrambling to take off her high heels.
"Hmmmm...yeah, that counts," Amber ruled.
"Boooo..." declared all the boys.
The game moved on, but Nate had a new fixation. He began to wonder if he could trick Amy into saying a name. He wasn't proud of it, but he was a pretty big fan of her tits, and the chance to see them bare and bouncing was just too tempting. She wasn't wearing socks, so she really only had her top, her jeans, and presumably the underwear beneath left at this point, so something was going to have to give on her next slip up. Unfortunately, Amy wasn't doing a lot of talking in general. Her and Brad just continued to giggle, occasionally taking quick pecks at each other's lips—all while Brad kept his arms in the T-Rex position, of course. Notably however, they were continuing to drink from their cups, despite not screwing up any rules, getting drunker and drunker.
"They go again," Nate nodded at Brad and Amy, counting his words carefully. "They came late. It only fair."
"Huh?" Amy looked over lazily. She'd noticeably degenerated since her last turn.
"The caveman under me is right," Amber agreed with a little lap bounce. "They need to catch up."
"I'd say they've more than farting caught up," Becca grumbled, her new strategy sparing her from another drink.
Amy and Brad shrugged and each took another card.
"T-REX ARMS??" Brad laughed in disbelief. "AGAIN??"
"You idiots..." the Japanese girl groaned, her arms still tucked in the same dino position.
"...Swallow a shrinky?"
Oh. Shit.
Everyone's attentions shot to Amy, the blonde still staring at the card in confusion.
"How is that even a rule?" Becca asked.
"Hm," Amber hummed thoughtfully. "Well, technically the shrinky is in your tummy for the rest of the game...I say it counts!" She hopped off Nate's lap, making sure to grab her cup on her way over to the box. "I know, I know..." she giggled as she took a drink for leaving her assigned seat. Reaching the box, she popped open the lid and twitched her fingers over the squirming shrinkies as she carefully considered her selection.
"Ah, here's a good one," she declared, plucking a little girl out of the box and holding her out to Amy. "Bon appetit!"
Nate focused his eyes on the little squirming thing. Was that..?
It was the little goth girl he'd been eyeing back in June's office. It seemed neither of Nate's fantasies of the little girl ending up inside Becca or Amber's stomachs would be coming true, but he was hardly going to complain about this outcome...
"Aaaahhh! No-no-no!!" Lucy screamed as she was lifted up into the air and passed from the hand of one giant blonde to another.
As terrible as this was, it was just typical, really. As one might've assumed from her aesthetic (long dark hair with bangs, ice white skin, all black shirt, jeans and fingernails, plus a healthy smearing of eye liner,) Lucy had a pretty bleak outlook on life. When the petite high schooler had fallen ill with the virus, she'd been devastated, but it had only really confirmed what she'd already suspected about the world. That it was cruel, random, and lacked any true justice or meaning.
She had to say, given her current situation, it was hard to argue otherwise.
She squirmed weakly between the pinched fingers of her new captor. It was obvious she wouldn't be able to wriggle free, no matter how much effort she put in. A whimper escaped Lucy's lips as she was finally lifted before the unfathomably large face of the girl. The blonde's enormous eyes blinked at her stupidly, their gaze slightly unfocused. Lucy cringed slightly as even from here she could feel and smell the warm boozy breath exhaling from the giant's slightly parted lips.
"Well, I guess if I have to swallow her..." the giant's voice boomed.
God, what a cruel and ironic fate. Lucy was actually a vegan, and she believed the consumption of any kind of meat was a barbaric and cruel practice. But the fact that she would be the meat on someone else's menu? How could anyone justify subjecting another human being to that?
And not that it would be good to be eaten by anyone...but did it really have to be this girl? This drunken blonde bimbo resting on the chest of her asshole jock boyfriend? Was she really going to be calories for some basic bitch who watched all the popular movies and wore designer clothes? Was she going to be consumed by just another consumer in this awful capitalist world?
Lucy yelped as she was pulled closer to one of the giant eyes as it narrowed to better inspect her.
"Ugh...I hate spooky girls like this, they're such attention seekers..." the giant's voice boomed from below. Lucy felt herself pulled away and upward as she found herself held just a bit above the blonde's slightly upturned face. "I don't even feel bad about this...you deserve to be food..."
The blonde's lips parted, and soon her mouth was open wide, ready to receive Lucy. The little goth screeched as she gazed into the glistening pink cavern, framed by some of the whitest teeth she'd ever seen. Suddenly she was moving toward it at an alarming rate. Lucy really started to squirm now; it didn't matter if it was useless, it was impossible to just go quietly into such an unfathomably disgusting fate. She whined pitifully as she was forced past the giant lips and teeth and onto the waiting tongue, her entire body suddenly awash with wet, humid breath that reeked of alcohol.
"No! Stop! I don't want to, I don't want to!" she begged in disgust as she stared down into the glistening throat that loomed just before her, her eyes only spared of the sight once darkness overtook her vision as the giant's lips sealed behind her.
The massive tongue twitched under her and shoved her forcefully up against the giant's hard palate. Lucy writhed and kicked as she felt the blonde's disgusting spit and mucus wash over her. This was too much! It was one thing to endure someone so objectionable as a peer, but to be forced to enter their body like this...to eventually become part of them...Lucy couldn't think of anything more violating.
"UGH...SHTOP SHTRUGGLING..." the giant's voice boomed around Lucy, small flashes of light entering the chamber between the blonde's parting lips.
Lucy felt the world around her shift, tilting her towards the girl's throat. Oh shit! Was she was about to be swallowed??
The little goth's eyes blinked as she could suddenly see the looming throat in front of her once again. She must have opened her mouth, but why..?
She got her answer as a wave of icy cold liquid poured in and struck Lucy in the back, washing her forward into the throat's entrance. She tried to scream as she watched the girl's throat widen to receive her, but she only got a mouthful of the torrent that rushed around her, tasting the flavors of vodka and fruit punch. With a mighty gulp, Lucy was sucked below with a large gulp of the beverage, but there would be several more gulps to follow her...
Nate watched with amazement as the assembled group cheered Amy on, her throat bulging with each chug of her drink, a cute but determined look on her face. After a few gulps, she set the cup down and gasped, leaning back onto Brad's chest and giggling, looking dreamily up at him.
"Did you see me eat her Brad?" she giggled.
"Amy! Names!" He laughed.
"Aaah!" Amy gasped shooting upright, clutching at her top protectively as she stared out at her laughing peers. But then a naughty, drunken smile crept over her face, and before anyone could stop her she tore her top over her head, her bare juicy tits flopping out for all to see.
"Amy!" Becca gasped.
"YOOOO!" Todd exclaimed, shaking his friend excitedly.
Damn, Nate thought, watching the blonde's healthy breasts bounce. They were even nicer than he'd ever imagined. If that little goth girl was lucky, maybe she'd become part of those...
Amy giggled and squeezed her own boobs, then just as quickly flipped around, climbing up Brad's chest and forcing her lips against his, and began making out with him passionately. For just half a second Brad looked surprised, but then he fell in line, pulling her closer and kissing her back, groping at her one of her bare breasts with his free hand.
Todd and Rick cheered, both leaning forward like they were watching the exciting conclusion to a sports match. Betty yelped and jumped to her feet to escape the entangled teens, scrambling over to her Asian friend, where they both began giggling.
"Amy! Everyone's watching!" Becca tried to warn her, but the topless blonde either didn't hear or didn't care, continuing to moan softly while slurping at Brad's face. Becca sighed and stood up from the couch. "I need some air..."
"Where are you..?" Nate began, but before he could follow her Amber sat down in Becca's vacated seat, blocking his view of her.
"I think this game is probably over, don't you?" she giggled, nodding to Amy and Brad. "C'mon, follow me..." she said grabbing Nate's hand and pulling him from the couch. Powerless to resist, Nate did as he was told, watching as Amber scooped up her shrinky box as she led him toward the stairway.
"I'm so glad I invited you guys, your friend Amy is hilarious!" Amber laughed as she led Nate up into the dark upstairs. He followed her down the same hallway he'd explored with Becca before, but this time Amber stopped at a different doorway. She opened it and flicked on the light inside, glancing back at him before stepping in. "Honestly though, watching her made me a little jealous. It's my birthday after all, and I want to have some fun too..."
She giggled then hurried inside. Nate followed her slowly, afraid to make any sudden moves that might wake him from this amazing dream. Amber dropped the shrinky box roughly onto a bedside table and flopped onto her enormous cushiony bed. She sat on its edge, grinning hungrily at him, though her gaze was slightly unfocused and her body swayed unsteadily. Those birthday shots must have been catching up to her, Nate thought, and he began to feel just a shred of doubt. If they did something now, would he be taking advantage of her?
"Ugh, come on!" she groaned, flopping onto her back as her body writhed impatiently. "Get over here...and bring the box." She gestured weakly towards her bedside table, then began probing at her stomach with her free hand. "I can still barely feel this one, but the little bitch is slowing. I need another one in me..."
Any moral misgivings Nate had vanished in an instant. He picked up the box and sat next to Amber on the bed. "Good boy," she giggled, sitting up and leaning against him as she opened the box, pressing her boobs into his shoulder as she flicked through the shrieking shrinkies.
"Now who wants to feed the birthday girl..?" Amber teased slowly as she ran her twitching fingers through the scrambling little people, not really making an effort to grab any of them yet.
"Doesn't look like any of them really want to..." Nate noted.
Amber giggled. "Oh yeah? Well that's a shame, because I really want to swallow one of them..." she finally pinched a little girl around the waist and slowly lifted her squirming form into the air. "And I always get what I want..."
From where he was sitting, Nate finally had a good look at one of the little party treats. She looked to be about their age, with thin features, tiny green eyes, and a little pointed nose. Her hair was dark and cut short, not quite curly but with wild waves in it, its dark color a contrast to her pale skin. Nate couldn't help but feel there was something familiar about her, and then all of a sudden it struck him: she looked a little bit like Becca.
What a strange coincidence...or was it? The two girls had been acting strange around each other all night, after all. The thought entered Nate's mind: had Amber selected one that looked like Becca on purpose?
Nate watched Amber's expression carefully as she studied the frightened shrinky in her grip. There was still that same drunken giddiness, but there was also an unmistakable smugness to the blonde's blue eyes, delighting in her victim's complete inability to resist her. "Ready to have some fun? I know I am..." she teased the little girl before parting her lips just wide enough to receive her.
The little Becca-look-alike shrieked and she was brought towards the blonde's mouth, but at the last second Amber rotated her around, placing just her kicking legs inside before sealing her lips around the girl's waist. Amber giggled as she felt the terrified girl punch and push at her lips futilely. She turned to Nate and tilted her head to the side cutely, giving the girl a few exaggerated sucks as if she were a pacifier.
"Help me! Please!" the tiny girl begged Nate from between the blonde's lips. "Please don't let her eat me!"
Nate looked at the little girl, conflicted. He knew it was cruel, but deep down he wanted nothing more than to see her sucked fully into Amber's mouth and swallowed, sent down into the blonde's stomach for the rich girl to enjoy and digest. But now that he couldn't shake the resemblance to Becca, he began to feel sorry for her. What if that were his friend between Amber's lips? He wouldn't wish that fate on her, would he?
Poor Becca. It didn't seem like she'd been having the best time at the party tonight. Where was she, anyway? Should he have been looking for her?
Nate was pulled back to reality as Amber stood up from the bed and sauntered forward a few steps. She then stopped, and glanced back at Nate over her shoulder, still playfully sucking on the screaming girl between her lips. She shot him a seductive wink, then slowly pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulder. Nate watched open mouthed as the sparkling red sequin fell way to the floor, leaving the girl's body bare except for her bra and elaborate white laced panties. But she didn't stop there, undoing the hook of her bra next, and a moment later it joined her dress on the floor. She swayed her hips slightly as she ran her hands down the sides of her body, really making sure Nate got a good look at all of it, then twirled around to face him. Jesus, her breasts...they were slightly smaller than Amy's but they made up for it in shapeliness. He watched them bounce, mesmerized, as she slowly sauntered back towards him, the little girl sticking out of her lips still protesting and crying for rescue. Her body overall was incredible now that he could see all but the small section obscured by her underwear. She truly was like a super model, curvy in just the right way, but still with a trim stomach. It seemed so unfair that one girl could have it all, both the beauty and the wealth. She had to have some flaw, right?
Finally reaching him, Amber grabbed Nate by the wrist and pulled him to his feet. Looking directly into his eyes seductively, she reached down for his other wrist, then moved both of his hands onto her breasts. She held them there as she giggled up at him, still sucking on the tiny thing. Nate was so overwhelmed the little shrunken girl screaming at him just inches from his face barely distracted him, he was too fixated on the incredible fleshy orbs he was groping at greedily with his hands. Amber began to slowly walk backwards, guiding him with her towards the other end of the room. When they finally reached a full length mirror against one of the walls, Amber moved his hands and spun around, placing his hands back onto her breasts once her back was fully turned to him. Nate almost gasped as he felt the blonde back her panty covered bottom up against his crotch and begin slowly grinding it there, still making heavy eye contact with him in the mirror's reflection. This was too much! He had to hope the alcohol would keep him under control a bit longer, because he was seriously in danger of busting if this continued at this pace.
Still grinding against his raging boner, Amber giggled as she reached up towards her lips and plucked the crying girl out with a wet pop, moving her slowly down the length of her body until she was just in front of the blonde's bare stomach. Amber smirked as she pressed the protesting shrinky up against her soft flesh, holding her in place as her stomach expanded and contracted with each excited breath.
"So what do you think? It's a bit cozy, but I'll think it'll make a good home for you," she teased the whimpering shrinky as she continued to hold her in place. "I wonder, can you hear your future roommate in there? You'll have to say hello for me once I swallow you down..."
Fuck...Nate was going to lose it...
"Nate!" She gasped, glancing back at him. "You're REALLY hard back there!"
"Uh..." was all Nate could manage, desperately trying to keep from splooging in his pants.
She giggled and gave her butt a quick wiggle against his crotch, delighting in tormenting him for a moment before taking pity and stepping away, pulling him back towards the bed. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, it was obvious enough when we met at June's. I've actually been looking forward to doing this with you ever since then..."
"Doing what with me?" he stammered as he watched her flop onto the center of the bed, still holding the shrinky against her stomach.
"Taking her together!" Amber grinned lifting the screaming shrinky from her stomach and wiggling her about in the air. "Each in our own ways, of course. She's mine...but that's the way you like it, isn't it? You're just dying to see me swallow her, admit it..."
"Yeah..." Nate sat on the side of the bed, watching her, spellbound. There was no use denying it.
"I knew it," she grinned, her boobs bouncing along with the mattress as she sat partially upright. She giggled drunkenly as she ran the shrinky along the length of her body again, down her neck, between her breasts, over her stomach...but this time she didn't stop there. Instead she continued to push the panicking girl lower, finally pressing her up against the crotch of her panties, holding in place there as she lightly gyrated against her. "God! It's so freeing to actually be with a guy who's really into this...Normally they think it's weird or they try to fake it, but you...you think I'm as sexy as I feel right now..."
And then some, Nate thought.
"So..." Amber asked, still lightly pleasuring herself with the protesting shrinky, "...what to do with her next?"
Nate looked down at the little brunette struggling to push her body away from Amber's aggressive sex. He desperately wished he was even a fraction less horny than he was, it was impossible to think straight and this was a golden opportunity. But as things were, it was like his brain had short circuited. He supposed he could ask to see her actually insert the little girl into her nether regions and really give her a go...but would that be too forward?
"Uh...just keep playing with her for a bit," he finally suggested, "just do whatever feels right."
"Ah, so it's my choice," Amber grinned, still holding the shrinky against her crotch. "What a gentleman. I suppose it is my birthday..." She proceeded to finally release the little girl from her position against her nether regions, lifting her up to chest height and looking down at her. "Well, you heard the man, playtime must continue. Now what to play..."
The blonde grinned as wicked thought entered her mind. "Ooh, I know what might be fun..." She moved the protesting shrinky closer to her chest, position her between her boobs. She then released her there, grabbing onto her own breasts and pushing them together, crushing the poor girl between her soft fun-bags.
"Let's see you try to escape from there!" She giggled, the muffled sound of the girl's protests barely audible from deep within her cleavage. "Oh my god, that kind of tickles..!" she giggled to Nate as she lay back against the pillows at the head of her bed. She then glanced over at him expectantly, and a moment later he took the hint and crawled over and laid beside her.
"Aaaahhhh, wasn't the virus just the best thing to ever happen?" Amber sighed in ecstasy as she continued to mash her boobs together with varying amounts of pressure around the poor girl.
"Huh?"
"C'mon, tell me life isn't more fun with these little cuties," she grinned, nodding down to her breasts. "I mean, I know my parents make a lot of money, but before the virus I would've never gotten to do something like this. But now? I can do it whenever I want..."
Nate felt a chill run down his spine. Make no mistake, he was still aroused, but there was also something unsettling about Amber's words. In society, Amber was in a higher class than Nate and most other people just by the circumstances of her birth. The gap between someone like him and her was so vast that it was nothing short of a miracle he was in her room with her like this. But he'd never considered how for Amber and the rest of the elite, the virus had really only widened gap between them and everyone else. They could already have most anything they wanted, but now they could have more. They could have others, and they could have them easily. And they could do with them what they pleased.
Nate couldn't help but think back to what June had told him back at the corner store. To someone like Amber, everyone else was a shrinky, in a way.
At least I'm not actually one, he thought.
"Life has definitely been...interesting lately," Nate admitted, watching Amber squish her boobs especially tight around the poor girl.
Apparently tiring of her current game, Amber let her boobs relax, and the shrinky rolled half limp onto the blonde's stomach with a defeated little groan. "Maybe I was too rough on her?" Amber giggled, watching the exhausted little girl struggle to right herself as she bounced along with her belly.
"I think we both know you're only just getting started," said Nate.
"Oh yeah," Amber smirked. The little girl was managing to pull herself to her feet when Amber swiftly pushed her down with just one finger, pressing her back into her flesh. She then released the pressure, but as soon as the girl tried to scramble away again, Amber's finger returned, pushing her back against her stomach firmly. Amber watched lazily as the silly little thing continued to try in vain, each time easily overpowered by just one of her digits. "God they're so pathetic...isn't it crazy to think they used to be people like us? Like look at her, she's about our age, right? Sometimes I wonder how they feel about that," she held the girl in place with her finger, this time not letting up the pressure, "so close to being like me, but now I get to do this to her..." She grinned as she pushed the struggling girl further down along her stomach, stopping at her bellybutton and pushing her little face inside, holding her there while she struggled.
"I think she's kinda lucky," Nate admitted. "I mean at least she gets to be eaten by you..."
Amber smiled bashfully at him. "Aw, that's sweet...but don't lie, we both know it's going to suck for her..." She grinned as she finally pulled the little not-Becca out of her bellybutton, dangling her upside down by one leg, as high as she could reach. "...But that's part of the fun, right? You get it."
"Get what?"
"Don't play dumb, you know you feel the same way about this that I do." Amber bit her lip excitedly as she gazed up the squirming, screaming girl. "Honestly, it's thanks to shrinkies that I recently realized something about myself...that it's fun and all to take the things you want, but it's so much more fun to take them from someone who doesn't want you to..."
"I don't know if I understand..." Nate mumbled, watching the dangling girl plead down to Amber and him for her life.
"Well, take her for example," Amber nodded up to the dangling shrinky. "I'm sure she really doesn't want me to eat her, and yet, something about that just makes the idea of doing it even better. Just knowing that I can, and there's nothing she can do to stop me...there's something so electrifying about that thought..." She grinned wickedly up at the little girl, parting her teeth just enough to snake her pink tongue out, slowly running it along her lips for her to see. Amber giggled at the reaction it elicited, quickly bouncing up onto her knees and holding out the screaming girl to Nate. "Fuck, I can't take it anymore! I want her now...here!"
Nate took the squirming girl between his fingers and looked back at Amber in confusion. "Why are you giving her to me?"
Amber grinned, sitting back on her ankles and craning her head forward towards Nate. "Uh, because I'm the birthday girl? You don't really expect me to do this myself, do you..?" She then proceeded to ever so slowly part her lips before him until her mouth was wide open, tongue extended out, gazing up at him seductively and waiting to receive her treat.
"Oh...oh shit..." Nate muttered. This was going to be something...
"No! Don't! You fucking asshole!" Meg shouted as the boy held her up over the blonde's open mouth. "Why the fuck are you doing this?? Put me down!!"
An absolute nightmare. An absolute fucking nightmare. Why were they doing this to her? What had she done to them?
Meg felt like the absolute last person who deserved this kind of treatment, least of all from these kinds of people. For all of her eighteen years alive, Meg's family had been poor. Meg's life was one of hand-me-down clothes, discount stores, and absolutely zero hope of having her own car. As soon as she'd turned sixteen, Meg had taken on an after school job, also taking on shifts on the weekends, saving up whatever she could in hopes of someday being able to afford tuition at a good college. Her ticket to a degree that might deliver her from her penny pinching existence.
Of course contracting the shrinking virus a few months back had been something of a setback for her. She couldn't very well wait tables when she was only three inches tall. But she'd refused to give up, and she'd applied for the government assistance provided to shrinkies as soon as she could. But as luck would have it, she'd been snatched from the hospital during her mandatory examination, eventually ending up here after being sold by her kidnapper as a party favor to this spoiled princess.
"AAAAHHHHH~" the blonde giant sang as Meg drew nearer to her mouth. Meg could see strands of saliva hanging down, connecting the roof of the pink cavern to the twitching tongue below. Meg would've hated this girl even if she wasn’t about to eat her, but it certainly made the idea of it even more repulsive.
This spoiled rich bitch...had she ever worked a day in her life? And yet she got to live in this palace. Even in the short time she'd been here, Meg had seen art pieces and jewelry in the girl's home that she was certain were worth more than her dad's car. There were photos on the walls of Amber in a bikini lounging on beaches all over the world. Meg had never even been out of the state...
"I'm not your fucking food you bitch!!" Meg screamed as the mouth loomed just before her, punching with all she had at the boy's fingers. She could feel the warmth radiating out of the cavern even from where she hanged, the scent of stale, boozy breath wafting towards her.
The giant responded with an open mouthed giggle as Meg's head passed under the shadow of her lips, but a moment later the glistening throat dead ahead pulsed as a wet belch erupted outwards, blasting Meg directly with the humid gas.
"Oop! Oh my god, excuse me! Sorry Nate!" the blonde giggled drunkenly a she pulled her head back to look up at the boy.
"I'm not sure I'm the one you should be apologizing to..." the boy laughed.
He could say that again. Meg retched as she tried in vain to escape the scent of the blonde's expulsion that was all over her. Was it not enough to tormented and eaten alive, now she had to smell this bitch's burps too??
"Oh she's fine, there's more where that came from where she's going..." the giant giggled.
"Fucking disgusting bitch! Stop it!!" Meg protested angrily. "You can't treat me like this!"
The blonde ignored her, bringing her head forward again and getting her mouth in position to take in Meg like before. But just before Meg reached her lips again, a thoughtful look crossed the giant's face. "Actually wait, hold her still right there..."
Meg whimpered anxiously as she watched the blonde's open mouth shrink down into a more narrow opening, her glossy lips now puckered and just slightly parted as they moved towards her slowly.
"Hey! Stop that!" Meg shouted nervously as the massive lips neared her head. She whined in disgust as they made contact with her face, the blonde kissing against her tenderly, nearly enveloping Meg's head in the process. Meg writhed in vain to pull her face away, but she couldn't escape the puckered lips as they kissed at her head twice more, a little tip of tongue poking out during the last one and giving Meg's face a quick lick.
"Blech! Agh!" Meg spat, trying to wipe the saliva from her face. But she'd let her guard down, and Amber seized the opportunity, parting her lips just slightly wider and moving forward, sliding them over the tiny girl's head.
"MMMMMMM...." the giant's humming roared around her as Meg felt her face squeeze between the enormous lips. She cried out and tried to resist, but only felt a disgusting suction pull her in deeper as the giant slurped her lips along her little body, now sealed around Meg's chest. Meg screamed as the roaring hum continued as her body was slurped on seductively, the giants lips sliding up and down her body, reaching as far as her hips before pulling back to her face, then reversing the process. All the while the giant's tongue poked and licked at her head and chest. Meg screamed in revulsion as she quickly realized what was going on.
She was being used as a kind of sex toy, Amber was sucking on her like she was giving someone head.
"MMMMM, MMMMMM...." Amber continued to hum, slowly picking up speed. Meg screamed as she felt her ears pop as Amber briefly increased the suction, her lips tightly wrapping around the girl as her cheeks sucked inwards.
"MMMMMMMMMM..!"
Nate was barely holding on. Amber's blue irises sparkled up at him, never once breaking eye contact as she dutifully slurped on the little girl he held in his hand. She looked so damn confident as her lips slid up and down the shrinky's body, her sensual humming only occasionally ceasing as she would suck hard, her lips forming a vacuum seal around her as her tan cheeks pulled inwards. Perhaps most tantalizing of all was the way her mouth would glide just far forward enough to take in the tips of Nate's fingers, giving him just a tease of the wet warmth that was contained in the blonde's mouth.
"Jesus Amber..." Nate mumbled, looking down at her with all the reverence he felt she deserved.
She giggled smugly up at him before resuming her soft humming, wiggling her panty clad ass up in the air behind her as she leaned forward even further. Without skipping a beat, she reached one of her hands up towards her chest and began groping at her own breast, acutely aware of her own sexiness and reveling in it. Fuck...how much more of this could he take?
Nate practically gasped as she released her tit and moved her hand towards his, gently taking his wrist and slowly guiding him forward as she slurped the rest of the girl into her mouth, taking his fingers with her. Oh fuck, it was so warm and moist in there, and he could feel her wet tongue flick at his fingers as she continued to slurp and suck on the poor girl. And the way her whole mouth vibrated with each hum...what was this little girl complaining about? It was heavenly in there...
"Mmm, Mmm, Mmm..." Amber hummed musically, swaying her hips along to the tune as she continued to hold Nate's hand up to her mouth. But then she pinched her fingers slightly tighter around his wrist, signally for Nate to let go. He obeyed, and a moment later she pulled her head back, his fingers exiting her lips with a wet pop, the shrieking shrinky now totally contained and alone inside her mouth. Sitting back onto her ankles, Amber finally closed her eyes, and swallowed.
Meg's cries were cut short as she suddenly found herself sucked into the tight tube of Amber's esophagus. The little dark haired girl groaned with fear and discomfort as she shot downward. It was so damn slimy and tight...every fiber of her being protested as the claustrophobic panic set in. It reminded Meg of the dreadful feeling she got when looking at a picture of a cave explorer worming their way through a tight tunnel, but magnified a hundredfold. Somewhere nearby, the giant's heart beat excitedly as Meg slid past it, the sound quickly growing fainter as she continued to descend, though not disappearing entirely. There were new noises approaching from below, terrible and ominous gurgles and squelches. Meg whined and tried in vain to wriggle her descent to a stop. The organic chorus of the rich girl's body was driving the awful reality of Meg's situation home: this was her world now, at least for the rest of her life.
Meg paused her feeble struggles just briefly as her face pushed against the tight sphincter at the end of the tunnel. There was another noise below, faint but familiar. Where had she heard it before..?
It only took her a moment to remember. Just a minute ago, when she'd still been outside Amber, pushed against the blonde's bare stomach, forced to feel the little invisible blonde hairs and warmth of the giant's body against her skin. It had been fainter then, but Meg was all too aware of what it was now: the anguished sobbing of a human being. Meg screamed in horror as she felt the tight sphincter wrap around her face, her body slowly squeezing through the opening into a far more humid and foul smelling space. She was entering the rich girl's stomach, and she wasn't going to be alone in there.
Meg's cry hiccuped as her legs finally slipped free, sending her tumbling a short distance down with a splash into a pool of warm liquid. She sputtered to the surface of the chest deep pool, retching as she gasped in a lungful of puke smelling, alcoholic fumes.
"Help me...help me..!" a hoarse voice echoed from somewhere nearby in the darkness. "Please help me, please make it stop..!"
Meg stood still in horror as she tried to keep her balance in the shifting, churning chamber, still too far from coming to grips with her own situation to consider the plight of the stranger. A chill ran down her spine despite the oppressive heat.
She was stirred from her paralysis as the entire chamber shook with two thundering thumps from behind her, followed by the muffled boom of Amber's voice somewhere above. Amber must have been patting her stomach, taunting them.
"Who's there?" Meg finally asked, still too afraid to move towards or away from the voice.
"Charlotte..." the phantom voice wheezed. "Please, I just want to go home..."
It took Meg's panicked mind a moment, but then she remembered the quiet spectacled woman. They'd all become at least a little acquainted in days they'd spent captive in Amber's box, commiserating and sharing hopeless plans of escape. But what was Meg supposed to do? Charlotte was the adult in the situation, not Meg, and she'd clearly fallen to pieces in the time since she'd been swallowed. What could Meg possibly do to change their fate at this point?
"It's me, Meg..." she finally responded, splashing through the liquid away from the voice, feeling frantically at the pulsing chamber's slimy walls. She wasn't ready to head towards Charlotte, she was more than a little afraid of what she'd find. "C'mon, we need to find a way out of here, or she's going to fucking digest us..!"
"Oh, you're just one of the kids..." the voice echoed weakly from behind her. "We're done then, there's no way out for us...I guess it probably didn't matter who you were..."
"Don't say that!" Meg whined, pushing against the slimy folds, testing their strength. It was looking like her fellow party snack was going to be little help in escaping their approaching fate. "This can't be happening, this can't be happening..."
It hardly seemed like the time, but Meg's thoughts turned to her savings account. The collected reward for Meg's many long hours slaving away at work over the past two years. What a sick joke the concept of money seemed to her in this moment. All those paychecks, collected and saved diligently...what good did they do her now? All those hours of youth wasted, for a prize she'd never get to spend. It couldn't have all been for nothing, could it? Had she really been so deeply cheated by life?
No not by life, Meg thought bitterly as she growled between gritted teeth. By this absolute bitch she was currently within. This evil, spoiled cunt who had purchased her, flippantly spending a sum of her daddy's money in an afternoon that nearly totaled Meg's entire life savings. All for what? Just to torment her and the others?
Meg clenched her eyes shut as she paused her struggle for a moment, too overcome by loathing to continue. No, Meg knew the true reason. Even if the blonde hadn't said it aloud, it would have been obvious from the pungent arousal Meg had smelled radiating from beyond Amber's lace panties as Meg had been pressed against the girl's disgusting vag. This turned her on. Meg wasn't just being eaten, she was being used. To Amber, Meg was nothing but an aphrodisiac; a little fleeting pleasure for both her tummy and her nethers.
"Save your strength, it's not worth it..." Charlotte's voice whispered between pained whimpers. "...the burning will start before long..."
Meg screamed, clawing at the slimy wall before her in a frenzy. The terrible injustice of it all had caused something inside her to snap, her body running on panicked instinct while her mind tried desperately to deny the horrible reality.
This can't be happening, this can't be happening..!
Amber sighed contentedly, giving her stomach a gentle path. "There there, now you’re where you belong..."
Nate watched mesmerized as the half-naked girl sat there peacefully, her eyes closed as she focused on the sensations within her. She began to chew her lip playfully as her hand drifted back towards her breast, and she began teasing her perky nipple with her finger.
"The first struggle is always the best part," she sighed. "I think that's when it really sets in for them that they're not getting out. That they're totally mine..."
"Would it be weird if I...listened?" Nate asked quietly, staring at her trim stomach just inches in front of him.
"What, to my tummy?" Amber laughed, somewhat taken aback.
"Yeah, to see if I can like...hear her," Nate explained awkwardly.
Amber's eyes lit up, her mouth hanging slightly ajar. She looked like a child who had just been offered ice cream. "Yes! Let's do it! And you can tell me what you hear!"
She didn't even wait for him to work up the nerve, she grabbed the side of his head and pulled his face up against her gut, grinning with excitement.
Nate almost forgot to breathe as he felt her warm skin against his cheek, the smell of her aroused musk detectable as it wafted up from her panties below. She had such a different scent from Becca, but it was irresistible in its own way: less girlish and familiar, more womanly and exotic. Her inner workings sounded much the same as those of his friend's, though perhaps gurgling and groaning with a bit more intensity, working hard to process the copious amounts of alcohol the blonde had imbibed over the course of the evening.
It didn't take long to pick out the frantic squeaks of Amber's latest swallow. Though he couldn't make out exact words, she was really shrieking her little head off. He focused on the noise for a bit, trying to imagine what the little not-Becca was currently going through, wondering how she felt about being a meal for Amber's sexy belly.
"Ugh, c'mon! Tell me what's going on!" Amber whined impatiently from above, pushing her stomach against his face a bit more forcefully. "Is she saying anything?"
"It's all just screaming," Nate explained. "Sounds like she's really freaking out, though."
"Ugh, how boring," Amber giggled. "I was hoping she'd be like begging me to let her out or something...what about the other one, can you hear her?"
Nate had almost forgotten. He focused in again, attempting to tune out the first girl's cries. Hm, if he really listened in...there was maybe something else there? A very quiet occasional little squeak. But it was so muted compared to the other and the chorus of groans and gurgles around them.
"I dunno," Nate shrugged. "Maybe. It's hard to hear over everything else."
"Hm, maybe they just need proper motivation," Amber pushed his head away and blinked bedroom eyes at him. "There's something else I've wanted to try, maybe we can send something fun down to join them in there..."
"Do you want me to go get you another drink?" Nate asked, a bit confused.
"No silly, but there's something else I'd like to put in my mouth..." she made sure he was watching as her blue eyes drifted down to his crotch. Oh...my...GOD...
Taking his stunned silence as permission, Amber crawled down onto all fours and brought her face close to Nate's waist. Nate felt like he was watching his body from the outside as the blonde reached up and began to unbutton his pants, then slowly pulled down the zipper. She giggled mischievously as his cock bulged from within his boxer shorts to greet her, and she reached towards the fly, bringing her face even closer...
"Aaaamberrrr..!" a muffled voice called from somewhere downstairs. "Aaamberrr! Where are youuuu..?"
The two teens held still for just a moment, and Nate's heart lept with hope as it seemed the blonde was about to continue, but then the voice called out from below again, louder this time.
"...Uuuuugh," Amber sighed with a defeated giggle, dropping her hand back onto the bed. She leaned her head against Nate's crotch sympathetically as she gathered her wits. Nate felt his cock bulge furiously against the blonde's forehead, separated from its prize by just a thin layer of fabric. She giggled slightly at the sensation, but did nothing to appease the raging wiener. No! We were so close! She can't stop now!
"Sorry, birthday girl duties..." she apologized, pulling her head away and adjusting her hair back to some sense of order.
Nate was speechless. He wanted to beg her, to demand that she stay, it wasn't fair to leave him like this on the brink...
He watched helplessly as she stepped off the bed and slipped her dress back on, already heading for the door. "C'mon, maybe if you're good we can pick up where we left off later..."
Nate let out the heaviest sigh of his life as he collapsed backwards on the bed. What had he done to possibly deserve this..?
Okay, maybe he could think of a couple things...
Nate stewed as he followed Amber down the stairs, watching her swaying hips impotently as he tried to picture the panty clad ass beneath the sparkling sequin. While the form fitting dress had tantalized him before, now it was cruel censor for the treasure he'd glimpsed beneath just a minute ago...
The singing began before they'd even finished descending the staircase. "Haaappy birthday to youuuu...!"
Amber gasped and hurried down the last steps, leaving Nate behind. Waiting for her in the living room was a gathered crowd of her drunken classmates, her friend Betty standing at the front holding a chocolate birthday cake with eighteen candles. Amber giggled and squirmed with excitement as she allowed her guests to finish serenading her, and Nate used the opportunity to slip around the side, joining the crowd without attracting much notice.
The song finally came to an end, and the gathered crowd cheered as Amber blew out her candles. Nate felt physical pain watching her glossy lips purse to exhale over the flames...those lips should've been around his cock right now!
Nate continued to stew bitterly as he was handed a plastic plate with a slice of cake, dreading the approaching ache of the blueballs that were surely in his future. He watched Amber longingly as she laughed and giggled amongst her friends between mouthfuls of chocolate cake. A minute ago he'd been the sole object of her affection, but now it was if she'd forgotten he existed. All that was left for him was the fantasize about the chewed mouthfuls of cake Amber was sending down to join her stomach's unwilling occupants, a meager consolation prize the pleasures he'd almost received. Despite what she'd hinted at, Nate got the sense that they wouldn't be resuming their fun before the night's end. Like the shrinkies before him, Amber had moved on to the next amusement, leaving him behind. June's words once again rang true in his mind. In Amber's privileged life of luxury, everyone else was just a passing amusement, there to entertain her for a while.
Nate sighed quietly and scanned the crowd. There were noticeably less guests gathered than before. It made sense, a good number had likely gone home or passed out by now. But it was the lack of familiar faces that troubled him. He saw no sign of Becca, or even Amy and Brad. He could take a good guess as to what the short blonde and her new boy toy were up to, but where was Becca? What was the last thing she'd said, that she needed some air?
He walked over to the back window, looking out onto the pool deck. There were a couple teens lounging in the glow of the hot tub, and another few making out on various pool chairs, but no sign of his friend. He went next to the front door and stepped outside, but he found himself alone in the vast front yard. It seemed like she maybe hadn't been having the best time, but had she really gone home without them?
But as he pictured her slender face, her hair done up in a top bun, he could see her so clearly just hours before, standing next to him in the moonlight.
"God, I could just stay up here for hours...something about this view just makes all your troubles and worries melt away, y'know?" the Becca of his memories repeated.
Nate glanced upward, and sure enough, he could see the shadow of a slender silhouette leaning against the edge of the balcony above.
A strange sense of guilt suddenly crept over him. Had he really done anything wrong? I mean, it wasn't like Becca was his girlfriend...in fact, officially they were still just friends, and they hadn't really done anything besides engage in a bit of shared mischief. And yet, the feeling persisted.
But as Nate watched her from below in secret, he realized that was just it. Even if they currently weren't "anything", he suddenly understood that he wanted them to be. He'd been fighting the feeling for so long since that afternoon in his room when she'd accidentally tapped into his secret desire. There was no denying it anymore. He still wasn't sure if it was love, but he knew one thing: he wanted her.
Nate took a long shuddering breath as he worked up the courage for what he was about to do, immensely grateful for the emboldening affects of the alcohol coursing through his veins. He looked down at the slice of cake in his hands.
Perhaps there was still time to make things right.
Word Count: 14654
Added: 03/26/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:
The night isn't over yet as Nate searches the party for Becca, determined to risk it all to get what wants. But what will he say, and how will she react? No matter what the outcome, one thing is certain: their relationship will never be the same.
"Just a little higher..!" Grace urged the man beneath her as she reached up towards the rim of the giant box. Fuck! Even standing on this guy's shoulders, the edge was just out of reach...or at least it might've been, to someone besides Grace.
"Try to hold steady, I'm going to try something..." she instructed as she prepared herself. The tiny man beneath the equally tiny platinum blonde grunted and fell backwards as she kicked off his shoulders, her fingers just barely grasping the ledge. Anyone else would surely have lost their grip and fallen a moment later, but Grace had trained too long and too hard for that. In one graceful motion, she used the momentum of her swinging body to hoist herself over the ledge and onto the rim of the box. Grace sighed with relief as she rested there for a moment, the first hurdle literally behind her.
Like the other shrinkies purchased for the party that night, the twenty year old blonde had no desire to become a party snack for Amber or any of her guests. Things had looked grim for a while there, but then luck had finally smiled upon them. When their captor had plucked poor Meg out to be her next victim, the drunken bitch had forgotten to put the lid back on the box! After that it was just a matter of waiting for the eight remaining shrinkies, hoping to escape Amber's notice while doing their best to ignore Meg's cries as the giants tormented her. Once the bitch had left the room, the party favors put their plan into motion.
"Hurry! Pull us up!" one of the girls still in the box called up anxiously. Grace looked down at her with her icy blue eyes, then out at the enormous room around her. That had been the plan, but...
Grace chewed her lip nervously. There was no telling when one of the giants would return. Going now could be the difference between life and a truly horrible death. And besides, these poor schmucks...did they even have a chance? She looked back down at the frightened girl, noting her squat build and slightly doughy body. She wasn't a fatso by any means, but compared to Grace's lithe, petite but athletic build? She'd surely only slow Grace down.
The same was true to some extent of all six of the others. Not one was was her athletic equal. Hardly surprising, considering Grace's lifelong accomplished career as a gymnast. She'd actually been on track to compete in the upcoming Olympics, if it hadn't been for that stupid shrinking virus...
"I'm going to go get help, I'll come back for you guys," Grace promised, preparing to dismount from the ledge.
"That wasn't the deal!" the man who'd boosted her shouted angrily.
"She's going to fucking leave us! You bitch!" the woman cried out.
"I'll send help, I promise," Grace turned away and slipped from the ledge, landing in a crouching position on the surface of the bedside table. She quickly hurried to the table's edge, and leapt towards the side of the nearby bed, using the hanging edge of the puffy comforter to slow her descent down towards the carpet below.
She did her best to tune out the panicked and betrayed cries echoing out from the box above. She really would send for help, if she managed to get out of this alive. Though realistically, she knew it would probably be too late for them. It brought her no joy to leave them to their fate like this, but Grace was no stranger to the cutthroat nature of physical competition. Only the best advanced, and if they couldn't keep up, that was on them.
Additionally...it helped her odds for them to remain where they were. It might take the giants longer to realize she was missing, so long as the box remained mostly full.
Grace sprinted across the stretch of carpet, every inch forward filling her with anxious dread that Amber would burst back into the room and spot her. But it seemed her luck had permanently changed, and she reached the slightly ajar doorway without interruption.
Taking just a moment to catch her breath, Grace gazed out into the massive dark hallway before her. She could hear the muffled sounds of chatter and laughter somewhere below, but for now the coast was clear. She just needed to reach the front door, and then at least she'd be out of this den of predators. Not that the outside world held no dangers for someone her size, but that was a bridge she'd cross when she came to it.
"You can do this," Grace whispered to herself, the same way she had before countless competitions. "You're a winner..."
With a heavy exhale, she hurried into the dark, scurrying along the edges of the long hallway.
Nate carried the slice of cake to the top of the stairs, practicing what he was going say in his head for dozenth time in a row. Becca, I've been thinking about how I feel about you, and...
Nate stopped and sighed, standing alone in the dark hallway.
Ugh. It was so corny, and it didn't feel genuine. Was he making a big mistake? I mean what if he'd been reading her wrong? What if she freaked out, and in addition to not reciprocating his feelings, he ruined their friendship and made everything awkward? He'd been so sure back on the front porch, but he was beginning to have doubts it was worth the risk.
He looked down at the plastic plate in his hands and the healthy slice of chocolate cake atop it. Maybe this didn't need to be some grand proposition, or even about him. Maybe this could just be about cheering up a friend who'd been having a crummy night. She had been joking with Nate about him owing her a slice of cake for a while now, she'd probably appreciate the callback...
Of course, he knew that the cake was really only half the promise. What Becca really wanted was to enjoy a slice of cake along with a delectable little shrinky, forcing the two to mix and mash as they shared the tight confines of her stomach. He couldn't help but smile and shake his head as he pictured the brunette's naughty grin, delighting in her mischievous deeds at the expense of her tiny playthings. He knew there were many out there who would be horrified by that side of his dear friend, perhaps rightly so, but to Nate it just made her more adorably irresistible. That probably made him fucked up too, but oh well. They could be fucked up together.
Not that it mattered right now. He didn't have a shrinky to go with his slice of cake, so Becca would have to settle for half the promise. But as Nate resumed his path down the hallway, he just as quickly slowed as a thought occurred to him.
He might not have had a shrinky on him, but he knew where there were plenty nearby...
Nate came to a full stop again as he seriously considered it. It would be easy to slip back into Amber's room and sneak a shrinky or two from her box. It's not like the blonde would miss them, would she? She'd basically been giving them away over the course of the night, and she'd been so drunk last he'd seen of her that he doubted she had a good count of how many were left.
Still...he'd be stealing from her. And not just petty theft, since he knew Amber had paid a grand for each shrinky in the box. Something about that didn't sit right with him; Amber had been more than kind to him all night, and he was a guest in her home after all. He knew it was a strange line in the sand to draw when talking about feeding one human being alive to another, but the moral implications still gave him pause.
Well, there was still a lot of hallway to go before he reached the balcony or Amber's room, he could decide on the way.
Nate pressed on, the debate playing out in his head as he went. But as he rounded the first corner, he heard a slight commotion coming from up ahead. Slowing his advance, Nate determined the noise was coming from one of the rooms on the right, eventually pinpointing it to a slightly ajar door just a couple ahead. The lights were off inside, but as he drew nearer, he could hear human voices along with the commotion. Not words necessarily, but grunts and moans, echoing out quietly along with the sound of squeaking springs.
Nate couldn't help himself. He crept up to the door and peered inside.
His eyes widened as they adjusted to the dark and identified the shapes within. There on the bed were Amy and Brad, completely nude and going at it like animals. Brad was laying on his back, grunting and thrusting upward, as Amy bounced and moaned softly atop his hips.
"Oh Brad, oh..." Amy moaned softly, oblivious to Nate watching from behind her.
Nate knew he should look away...but obviously that wasn't going to happen. He was sad he couldn't quite see the blonde's tits bounce along with the rest of her from this angle, but he took the opportunity to watch her juicy white ass jiggle up and down as she thrust her hips into the jock below her. He looked on enviously as Brad's hand reached around and grabbed a thick handful of the blonde's doughy butt, causing her to gasp and moan, and also giving Nate just a glimpse of Amy's cute little butt hole while her chubby cheeks were parted.
Fuck it, he'd spent years secretly sneaking peeks at Amy's curves, why should he stop now? Nate carefully slipped out his phone and filmed for a few moments before finally slipping away and restoring the two lovebirds' privacy. He wasn't sure any of the footage would come out given the lack of lighting, but if it did he'd have a pretty sweet new amateur porn for his own private use. What Amy didn't know wouldn't hurt her...
Nate was a little worked up now, and he began seriously considering going through with his plan to "borrow" a couple of shrinkies from Amber's stash. She did kind of owe him in a way, for leaving him blueballed like she had. Speaking of which...the possibility of blueballs were starting to become a real concern for the boy. Even if he could get a shrinky to Becca, that wouldn't necessarily lead to any release for him. It might just be more teasing, which would only increase his future pain if he didn't do something about this quick. Maybe the best move was to just find a bathroom to slip away into and rub a quick one out?
"Fuck!" Nate gasped suddenly as a little shadow darted at the corner of his vision. Was that a fucking rat?
But then his eyes adjusted, and he recognized the rodent was actually a tiny person running along the edge of the hall. Only now that they realized they'd been spotted, they'd switched directions, dashing back to the nearest closed door, attempting to scurry under it.
Oh no you don't...Nate set his plastic plate down and easily closed the distance, plucking the squirming thing off the ground. He lifted them up to eye level and illuminated them with his phone's flashlight.
"Ah!" the tiny woman yelped as she was suddenly blasted with bright light. She was surprisingly pretty, Nate thought. She had long, straight platinum blonde hair and big cute blue eyes. Her thin face sported strong cheekbones, coming down into a little pointed chin, with a button nose fixed squarely in the middle. Even in the dark, Nate could appreciate her slim, toned little body. This girl definitely worked out and kept it tight.
"Are you one of the ones from the box?" he asked.
"Oh god, you've got to help me!" she begged, clasping her hands together in front of her as she squinted in the blinding light. "Please, I'm not supposed to be here...look me up, my name is Grace Barnes, I'm a professional athlete! I'm supposed to be in the Olympics..!"
"Really?" Nate asked, admittedly a little impressed. She could've been lying to save her own skin, but the thought still intrigued him. Somehow it had never occurred to him that some shrinkies might be exceptional people, but he supposed some of them would have to be.
"Yes, really! Just look it up!" the shrinky protested impatiently. "Now please, get me out of here, and I'll make sure you..." Her eyes suddenly widened in horror as they finally adjusted to the glaring light, recognizing Nate from his earlier exploits Amber's room. "...oh God, it's YOU!"
"Yeah, sorry..." Nate shrugged with a little sympathetic smile. She shrieked and protested in his grip, resuming her squirming, but Nate ignored her and tucked her into his side pocket. He could still feel her squirming inside, but her cries were at least muffled now. Poor little things, they just had a way of falling into his lap, didn't they?
Nate turned back and picked up the slice of cake, considering his options. Well...he hadn't really stolen this one if she'd already escaped herself. Finders keepers...
Nate smiled and made his way towards the bedroom with the balcony. It was about time he kept his promise.
Nate stepped out on the balcony, setting the slice of cake aside on a little glass table by the door. The night air had cooled considerably since he and Becca had last stood out here, but it was actually a pleasant relief from the stuffy heat of the party below. Becca was just ahead with her back turned to him, leaning forward against the guard rail and staring out at the night sky in silence.
"Hey," Nate said, alerting her to his presence.
She glanced over her shoulder and regarded him with slight surprise, before managing to return just a little hint of a smile. "Hey."
"I hadn't seen you for a while," he said, pulling up alongside her and joining her in looking out at the view. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm fine, really," she replied, frowning as she continued to stare out at the rest of Dampton.
Nate gave her a silent, skeptical look. She was so pretty there, the moonlight shimmering in her bright eyes and off the sparkling violet sequin of the dress tightly wrapped around her body. A few strands of her elegant little top bun had come loose over the course of the party, restoring some of the familiar wild Becca he knew, while still retaining some of the flowery elegance of her party getup. Eventually Becca took notice of his gaze and sighed, hanging her head and conceding defeat. "Fine, I guess I'm not really...but it's stupid..."
"You wanna...talk about it?"
"No, but I will," she grumbled. "It's just all of THIS..." she gestured to everything around her. "This whole party and all of the people in it...and, fuck it, that blonde bimbo downstairs..."
"Amber?" Nate asked.
"Yes..." Becca admitted with a soft little sigh. "But I'm just being a petty bitch, I guess. Amy's right—she's gorgeous. She's gorgeous, she has tits..." she paused to grope at her comparatively petite chest, "...and to top it all off, she's got more money than God. I dunno, I guess being around someone that rich and pretty...it just makes me feel worthless, in comparison..."
Nate considered Becca's words silently. In regards to Amber, it was hard to find a fault in her logic. Amber was gorgeous, she did have a great body, and an amazing life...she could have whatever she wanted. In fact as they stood here, somewhere downstairs Amber had two little women digesting in her stomach, real people she'd swallowed just because she'd felt like it. Where was the justice in that? It felt like at some point the scales had to tip the other way, but in all aspects of life, Amber seemed to always come out on top.
"That reminds me of something I've been thinking about lately," Nate began, "about how unfair life can feel. But I think that's because it's just not...some people are lucky, and some aren't. That's how it goes."
Becca regarded him curiously, looking as unsure as he felt about where he was going with this. Nate exhaled and prepared to continue. It was all kind of just...coming to him as it left his mouth. Was this what people meant by speaking from the heart?
"But in the grand scheme of things, I think we're pretty lucky." He turned to her, his heart beating faster, as her big eyes met his. "At least, I feel lucky, getting to be here tonight, looking at a beautiful girl."
Becca gazed back at him silently for a moment before looking away and giggling. "Stop. That's sweet, but...I'm a big girl. I don't need cheering up..." She was trying to diffuse the moment in her usual Becca way, but he knew her well enough to detect the slightest wisp of sadness under her words. This time he recognized it for what it was, she was guarding herself from getting hurt.
Nate placed a hand on her waist, causing her to look up in surprise. "I'm serious, Becca."
She gazed back at him silently, her eyes wide and lips parted just slightly. "You really think I'm beautiful?" she finally asked in a quiet, squeaking voice.
Nate had run out of words, and instead he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. At first contact she pulled back just slightly, basically gasping in his mouth, but then she embraced it, pushing her face back against his, and she began running her soft lips over his, moaning so softly and quietly as the two friends made out for the first time. After a few blissful moments of this, she finally pulled away and the two of them grinned stupidly at each other as they began to process what had just happened.
"This is so weird..." she whispered quietly, not taking her eyes off his. "I mean, I thought recently things felt different, but I wasn't sure..."
Nate was glowing inside, everything was going so much better than he ever could have imagined. "It's been confusing for me too, I mean we've been just friends for so long..." he chuckled and looked away from her briefly. "But maybe it doesn't need to be complicated...I mean you know I'm into this whole thing with girls swallowing shrinkies..."
She giggled and nodded in confirmation, but let him continue.
"Honestly, it messed me up for a bit, I felt so fucked up and guilty...but lately I'm learning to just embrace it. There's no reason to deny myself what I want."
He turned back to her and shrugged. "And if we want this...well then maybe we should just do it, and figure it out as we go?"
She smiled back at him a little bashfully, shifting in place with her arms behind her back. "Well then mister...what do you want right now?"
Nate smiled stupidly, entranced by her cuteness. "Well first, I want to give you something..."
He stepped away, initially leaving her confused, but then he returned a moment later with the slice of cake he'd left nearby.
"My cake! Aw, Nate!" she cooed, taking the plastic plate from him and nestling her face into his, her little pointed nose brushing up against his cheek as she pecked him with a little kiss. "You forgot the most important ingredient of course, but that's okay," she grinned at him.
"Did I?" Nate asked smugly, pulling the squirming little girl out from his pocket and quickly wiggling her back and forth.
Becca nearly dropped her plate as her mouth fell open. "Nate!"
The brunette rushed forward to inspect the little blonde, but Nate yanked her out of reach. "I'm gonna need another kiss if you want a closer look..."
Becca grinned at him and stepped closer. "Come here..." She brought her face up towards his and once again mashed her lips against Nate's, snaking just a little tongue into his mouth as they made out for a few more blissful moments. Finally she pulled away and smirked smugly at him. "Satisfied?"
"Y-yeah," Nate grinned back stupidly, holding the shrinky out to her as promised.
"You better fucking let me go..!" the little blonde shouted from between his fingers. Her tone was fierce, but it quivered slightly, making her fear obvious to her tormentors.
"Yeah? Or what?" Becca leaned in close to the little girl in Nate's hand, regarding her smugly. "I don't think you quite grasp the position you're in, Blondie. You're new, but you're actually arriving at the end of a pretty extended emotional journey between me and Nate, and you should probably know that part of the pay off at the end of it is you going down into my belly."
"Don't you fucking dare!" the little woman shouted back, kicking wildly in the air. "I'm not your fucking food, you hear me?"
"It's cute that you think you have a choice," Becca smiled sweetly at the tiny blonde, giving her a little tap on the head with her finger. "But the truth is you're the only person on this balcony who doesn't want me to swallow you, so you're kind of outvoted...not to mention way too small to stop me from doing it anyway." She giggled as she watched the little girl take a few pathetic swings and kicks at her in the air with her tiny limbs.
"Fucking bitch!" Grace screamed, continuing to flail at Becca through the air.
"Wow, the mouth on this one," Becca laughed, straightening up and looking back at Nate. "Who is this little firecracker, anyway?"
"Apparently she's some kind of pro athlete...she said she was in the Olympics," Nate recalled.
"No shit!" Becca gasped with delight, turning her attention back to Grace. "Wow, and now you're about to be dessert for this bitch," she chuckled, pointing a cocky thumb at herself, "talk about how the mighty hath fallen..."
She smiled smugly as she plucked the squirming girl from Nate's fingers and carried her and the plate over to one of the deck chairs and leaned back into it. Still holding Grace aloft, Becca used her free hand to fork off a big piece of cake and lift it up to her face. She paused and giggled as she regarded the terrified girl she held in her hand.
"Seriously, you have no idea how much buildup there's been to this. Me eating you this way is actually a pretty big deal for me and Nate, so I dunno, you should feel special I guess."
Becca then proceeded to open her mouth wide, bringing Grace closer so she could get a good look as she slowly moved the forkful of cake inside, before just as slowly sealing her lips around it, then slowly sliding the fork out.
"Mmmmm..." she hummed appreciatively as she chewed and savored the dessert in her mouth. Her eyes closed in a state of absolute bliss. "Oh my god, Nate..! There's raspberry in this!" she gasped, talking with her mouth full. "These fucking rich people...this is the best fucking cake I've ever had, seriously!"
She took another moment to chew and savor the taste, then swallowed, opening her eyes and smiling at Grace contentedly. "Girl, seriously, try some when you're in my stomach. It'll make being digested almost worth it..."
"Psycho bitch!" Grace spat back at her.
Becca just giggled softly, regarding the girl with a fond smile. "You know normally I'd take the time to play with you longer, but I kind of want some private time with Nate right now, so I think it's time for you to go in..."
Ignoring the shrunken girl's protests, Becca proceeded to fork off another chunk of cake, then lifted the little blonde over it and shoved her down into the spongy chocolate so that she was trapped all the way up to just above her waist.
"No! Get me out of here! I'm not fucking joking!" Grace demanded as she tried in vain to dislodge her body from the cake, the panic in her voice audibly increasing.
Becca simply regarded her with the same fond smile, and prepared to lift the fork towards her face.
Nate watched it all play out with utter reverence. It felt like more than just his usual horny lust—though it was definitely there too—this time he just felt so happy for Becca, happy for both of them, that they were getting to share this perfect moment at long last.
But still...he began to think of a way to improve upon perfection. His mind raced back to Amber's room, and how she'd asked him to feed the shrinky to her himself...and suddenly he was filled with the desire to do the same for Becca. He probably just wouldn't mention where he'd gotten the idea.
"Hey wait, what if...I fed her to you?" Nate interrupted.
Becca's eyes lit up. "Yes! Ooh, so romantic!" she giggled. She handed the forkful of cake and shrinky to Nate and wiggled excitedly as she leaned forward in preparation. "Bring 'er home, big boy..." she laughed.
Nate rolled his eyes and chuckled, but he still obeyed, slowly moving Grace's cake chunk closer and closer to Becca's face.
"Hey...stop it! I'm serious!" Grace whined, watching fearfully as Becca's enormous face drew nearer. The little woman's tone had changed, practically begging now, as Becca stared directly at her with a prideful smirk. Once the little blonde was within a couple inches, Becca began to slowly part her lips, still keeping eye contact, exhaling just a little sultry breath over her approaching dessert as her mouth finished opening wide.
"Haaahhh..."
"Agh! No!" Grace whined as she turned away as best she could, trying not to breathe in the giant brunette's humid breath that smelled strongly of booze and chocolate cake.
Her reaction caused Becca to lose her concentration and giggle, and she treated the little gymnast to a few more short blasts of her hot breath. "Haaah...Haaaahhhh..."
As she prepared to open her mouth wide again, she glanced up at Nate with a sly smile. "God, how fucking hot am I right now?"
"Only way you could be hotter is if you hit her with one of your burps," he joked, remembering Amber's accidental expulsion over her shrinky.
Somewhat unsurprisingly, Becca giggled with delight at the thought. "Oh! One sec!" She prepared her mouth, opening it just before Grace's protesting face and shut her eyes tightly with concentration, holding the pose for a moment as she tried to conjure a little gas from her gut with sheer willpower.
"Urp!" an uncharacteristically little burp croaked from the brunette's throat over the shrunken woman, causing her long platinum blonde hair to flutter just slightly.
"Ew! Eww!!" Grace whined.
Becca pouted a little and gave Nate a shameful look. "Best I can do on short notice..."
God she was so cute. "It's okay, that was great. Really hot..." he laughed.
"Shut up you stupid jerk and feed me my shrinky," Becca laughed back before finally opening her mouth again.
Nate nodded. They'd both waited long enough for this.
Slowly, he pushed the protesting little blonde towards Becca's waiting mouth. The little thing struggled frantically to dislodge herself from the thick chocolate, but only succeeded in caking her hands in the dark frosting.
"No! You can't do this! I'm not fucking food! I'm a winner! A winner!" Grace raved in a manic state, unable to take her eyes off the glistening cavern looming nearer and nearer. A brown strand of chocolate stained saliva hung down from the roof of Becca's mouth, one of the many brown blemishes on her otherwise spotless pink mouth and white teeth. Grace shrieked as she finally passed beyond Becca's teeth and lips, and a moment later Becca sealed her puckered lips around the fork's end, muffling her treat's cries. Slowly, Becca pulled her head back and let the fork slide out of her mouth, now sans Grace and with only a slight smear of chocolate remaining.
"Mmmm..." Becca moaned appreciatively as she closed her eyes and began carefully chewing the cake around Grace, sucking and savoring on her struggling form as she mixed with the sugary flavor. "Oh my god, I should alwaysh have them with chocolate, they tashte so mush better thish way..." she moaned, Grace's terrified and disgusted cries sneaking out whenever the brunette's lips parted.
Nate watched eagerly as she continued to suck on her little woman dessert. Fuck, there was something so hot about her all dolled up like this eating fancy dessert—this was the treatment Becca deserved, and he was so grateful he'd gotten to give it to her, at least for this night.
"Can I see?" Nate asked, watching her intently.
She opened her eyes and regarded him judgmentally for just a moment, but then she relaxed her face and giggled, leaning forward and opening her mouth wide, extending her tongue out. "Aaaahhh~" she sang childishly, showing off the gross brown mush spread about the inside of her mouth. But Nate zeroed in immediately on the little squirming mass somewhere near the middle, Grace's trembling little shape caked head to toe in chocolate mush, trying to crawl out from the soggy sludge.
"Ahh! Ahh! Help me! Somebody help me..!" Grace tried to call out before Becca closed her mouth again and resumed sucking on her with a chiding little hum. After another few moments of this Becca finally let out one last contented little hum, then tilted her head back just a little, and swallowed.
"Aah..." she sighed sweetly, but then just a moment later her cheeks bulged out slightly as a massive belch erupted from her lips. "Uuuurppp..!"
Becca blinked back at Nate in surprise then broke into a mad fit of giggles. "Ugh, where were you a minute ago when I needed you..?" she scolded her tardy burp.
"So, everything you dreamed of?" Nate asked.
"Be better if I had some milk," she laughed.
"I could go get you some..." Nate offered rising to his feet, but she grabbed his wrist before he could get away.
"No. Stay," she instructed, pulling him down towards her. How could he argue?
Nate followed her lead as she pulled him in for another passionate kiss. Their lips began to interlock greedily as they slurped and moaned in the throws of youthful passion. He could taste the chocolate in her mouth...this really was the best cake he'd ever had, for so many, many reasons...
"Fuck, I can taste the chocolate..." Nate gasped between kisses, "...that is good..."
"You're..." Becca giggled back between slurps at his lips, "...not bad...yourself.."
"Maybe you should..." Nate began, before moving back in, "...eat me..."
"Better hope...you don't shrink..." she giggled, teasing his mouth with a little tongue. "Wouldn't be able...to help myself..."
They stopped talking for a bit and resumed their quiet panting and moaning. Finally Becca gave a long, almost sorrowful moan, placing a hand on her stomach as she pulled away from Nate just for a moment. "Oh, I wish you could feel her too...the little tickles of her struggles that hit just right..." She bit her lip and gazed up at him longingly, then took another few greedy tastes of his lips. "I wish I could share this feeling with you..."
"Then describe it to me..." Nate panted, kissing her back, then moved to kissing the side of her face, then down her neck, leaving her mouth free to speak while he worshiped her.
"Well, she's...it's like a flutter," Becca began, closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation. "I think that's her little kicks, she's still fighting me, still in denial that I'm in control..." she grinned in ecstasy as Nate's kisses tickled down her neck. "God just imagine what she's going through, caked in...well, cake," she giggled, "and my spit, and all the crap I've been drinking...getting mixed and churned with it inside me, covered from head to toe in me, with no way to escape..."
"More..." Nate begged, kissing down onto her shoulders.
"Mm, Nate, you have no idea how it feels to be in control like this..." she moaned. "I feel...so fucking powerful, so sexy...I mean fuck, this girl was in the Olympics, and now she's mine, all mine..." she groaned impatiently and pushed Nate's face back towards hers, kissing him deeply as she moaned softly. "And guess what..?" she gasped between wet kisses. "She can cry and struggle all she likes, but I'm not letting her out..."
"Hey, that's not true," Nate panted with a grin, finally daring to reach down and take a quick grab at her ass. Becca practically gasped in his mouth, but then she giggled and touched her forehead to his, wiggling her buns playfully in his palm. God, it wasn't Amy's juicy derriere or Amber's shapely bottom, but it was such a perfect little handful of butt. It was so nice to grab, it felt...
"...Fuck!" Nate gasped, pulling away suddenly.
"Nate?" Becca blinked up at him in surprise.
Nate took a second to catch his breath. That...had been a close one. Another moment of contact like that, and he was sure he would've creamed his pants.
"Um," Nate panted, trying to think of a non-embarrassing way to explain, "tonight has been...a lot. I've been holding off for a while now, and well...I'm dangerously...close..."
Becca blinked back at him for a moment before she finally took his meaning, then started giggling madly at him. "Oh my god, did you almost just jizz yourself?"
"It's not funny..." he muttered, trying to hide his small smile.
"It's hilarious," she corrected him, before leaning back and flipping her hair slightly. "My me, I guess I should be flattered, I've really got you steaming, huh?"
"You're...something," he nodded. It was probably best not to mention that Amber had played no small part in bringing him to this point.
She giggled again, watching him curiously. "So what are you going to do? Do you need to go jack off?"
"Maybe..." Nate mumbled, still trying to calm his raging boner. It was tough to think straight like this, such deviant thoughts were racing through his head, here at the edge of orgasm. He hesitated before saying what he wanted to next. He knew he probably shouldn't, but he had such an unfulfilled urge from his earlier encounter with Amber. "...or, you could help me."
Becca blinked back at him in surprise. "What, you mean like..?"
"You know..." Nate shrugged awkwardly, looking to her for pity.
"Oh," Becca replied quietly, glancing down at Nate's crotch. "Isn't that moving kind of...fast?"
Nate gazed longingly at her pursed little pink lips. God, how desperately he wanted to feel them gliding along the shaft of his cock. Still, he felt a little bad pressuring her into it, he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. And yet...the tempest of hormones that raged within him demanded release, and it had chosen Becca as its vessel. It was hard to argue with it, as horny and drunk as he was.
"Remember, we shouldn't deny ourselves what we want," Nate replied, somewhat mixing up his earlier platitudes. "Slow, fast...we're just figuring this out. Doing what feels right...right?"
Becca twisted her lips, looking from Nate down to his crotch thoughtfully. "Oh alright, you big baby," she smiled and rolled her eyes, getting up from her chair. "I guess you've brought me like four shrinkies now...I'd be a real bitch if I didn't..."
She gestured to the now vacant chair, indicating for Nate to sit down. "C'mon, let me take care of you..." she chided him like she was speaking to a child.
"Thanks," Nate managed weakly as he shuffled over to the chair and sat down. Once he was seated, Becca took a deep breath through her nostrils and suddenly shifted her character into that of a sexy seductress, doing her best to saunter over to him slowly from across the balcony, swaying her hips as she blinked slow bedroom eyes at him. It was cute, but her acting was terrible as always. Sadly she didn't possess Amber's talents for seduction, but she made up for it in her bubbly charm, Nate thought.
Reaching him, she slowly got down onto her knees, still silently blinking up to him as she brought her face nearer to his crotch, reaching forward for his fly. But as soon as she unbuckled the button of his pants, she lost her composure and snorted out a laugh as she looked away. "I'm sorry!" she giggled, "It's just so awkward!"
"Becca..." Nate groaned impatiently.
"Right. You can do this Becca..." she nodded to herself cutely as she took a deep breath. She reached forward again for the fly of Nate's pants, this time not bothering with the seductress look, her face plastered with her usual silly grin. It suited her better anyway, Nate thought.
Slowly, she pulled down his zipper, pulling the fabric aside slightly to reveal the bulge straining against the inside of his boxers. Becca glanced up at Nate with a feigned fearful look, then giggled as she reached carefully towards the furious bulge, pulling open the fly to free raging boner.
"Oh!" she gasped as Nate's erection sprung out into the cool night air just before her face. She looked up at him, then back at his dick with wide eyes and laughed. "Wow, it's...a lot bigger than when we took baths together as kids."
Nate frowned down at her. "You seriously expected me to still have a baby dick?"
Becca shrugged with a sweet little smile, stifling her giggle. "I wouldn't have judged..."
"Ugh, please just put it in your mouth..." Nate groaned impatiently, leaning back into the chair.
"So fussy," she chided, but then she finally began moving her face towards the twitching member. However, to Nate's frustration, she stopped just short, parting her lips and exhaling slowly over the tip like she had to Grace before. "Haaaahhhh..."
Nate groaned weakly, squirming in his seat slightly as he felt her warm breath wash over his dick. Fucking bitch...teasing him with her mouth's warmth like that...
Becca giggled, but then she pursed her lips, moving in and planting a quick kiss right at the head of Nate's cock, then another on its side, making cute little smooching noises as she did so. "Mwah, mwah..."
She continued like this for almost another minute, alternating between kissing and breathing on him, giggling constantly in between. Finally, Nate lost his cool. As she moved in again with her mouth wide, ready to exhale teasingly over him again, Nate reached out and grabbed the little top bun atop her head and pulled her forward, practically without thinking.
"Rrrrmmm..!" Becca hummed angrily, shooting him an annoyed look as her mouth was suddenly forced over his cock. But then just as quickly she closed her eyes and accepted her new role, beginning to dutifully glide her lips up and down his shaft with practiced technique. So she had been fucking with him, she definitely knew what she was doing...
"Oh, fuck..." Nate moaned as he experienced her warmth for the first time. It was so incredible, the feeling of her wet lips gliding along his length, all while the head of his dick rubbed along the hard, ridged roof of her mouth while her tongue teased and played with its underside. He kept his grip on her top bun, not so much to restrict her movements but more because he just needed something to grab onto to hold off and savor this as long as possible.
"Hmmmm..." Becca hummed softly as she worked, causing her mouth to vibrate just right around Nate. "Hmm, Hmm, Hmm..!" she hummed in a cute little tune, occasionally changing up the tempo to hum out little bits of Disney songs that Nate could barely recognize in the throes of his pleasure. As usual, Becca couldn't do anything normal...but as much as it could frustrate him, he'd never change that about her.
Besides, despite her silliness...it still felt amazing. What were those shrinkies complaining about? Obviously they were lucky to get to enter such a cavern of pleasure...
Nate began to fixate on the thought, thinking of his dick as one of the little shrunken women Becca had consumed, forced to glide in and out of her lips, coated in her breath and saliva and rubbed around every corner of her mouth as she hummed around them. Toyed with until she finally granted them release, forcing them to the back of her throat to be swallowed down...
Nate was suddenly filled with the unfulfilled urge to experience this final pleasure, and without thinking he gripped her bun tighter and pulled her forward. Becca's eyes shot open with surprise as she felt Nate's twitching cock poke at the back of mouth, and Nate gasped he felt his head probe into the entry to her throat, erupting less than a moment later. Becca gagged slightly as the thick ropes shot down her throat, her head held in place by Nate's grip as he was frozen rigid in the midst of orgasm. Becca groaned angrily and glared up at Nate with slightly watery eyes as his grip finally released, the last of his load slowly dribbling into her.
"Fuck...sorry..." Nate panted his apology, removing his hand from her hair, her neat top bun now almost completely mangled by his grip.
Becca closed her eyes and slowly slid her lips off of him, giving him one last dutiful suck to make sure she got the last of it, then let his slightly less hard cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop. She swallowed what was left, then took a moment to catch her breath before glancing up at him.
"A little warning next time, you jerk..."
Deep inside the brunette, a certain little athlete was getting the workout of her life. Grace whined and whimpered as Becca's stomach flexed around her, washing her back and forth through the disgusting sludge that was composed of chewed cake, swallowed alcohol, and who knows what else.
Her defiant rage had left her long ago, now all that was left was revulsion and fear, her mind still coming to grips with the reality that this was how she'd be spending the remainder of her life, being churned and digested inside the gut of some drunk teenager.
This couldn't really be how it ended for her, could it? Not long ago Grace's future had held such promise...she was one of the top gymnasts in the country, for god sake! How could someone like her have ended up in here? She was supposed to be competing on the world stage, but instead this fucking nobody had swallowed her, selfishly destroying a lifetime of training and hard work.
Grace grimaced as she found herself pushed into an especially thick pocket of spongy chocolate and began straining to free herself from it. And this fucking cake...that was the insult atop the injury. Of all the things to be devoured with...
Becca couldn't have known of course, but Grace had been forced to forgo sweets of all kinds for almost her entire life, keeping a strict diet to keep weight for her gymnastic pursuits. To be surrounded by the sugary mush now was the final taunting, the cruel reminder that all her sacrifice and discipline had been for nothing. Against her will, some of it had entered her mouth over the course of her gastric journey, and she rued to admit that Becca was right, it WAS delicious. Or at least it had been, before it had been coated in the disgusting sour taste the coated everything in the girl's stomach.
Grace finally dislodged herself from the chocolate chunk, catching her breath as she listened to the distant moans that roared above. What the fuck were they doing up there? Were they having sex or something? Grace suddenly felt ill at the thought of the two teens pleasuring each other in the throes of young love, while she suffered this fate within Becca. That evil girl did NOT deserve happiness!
Suddenly, the entire chamber squeezed tightly, and Grace shrieked as she felt herself surge upward with the oozing sludge towards the roof of the chamber. Was she about to be thrown up?
But the just as suddenly she sank with the digestive mass back towards the bottom of the stomach, and digestion resumed as normal. What had that been about? She could hear the muffled sound of Becca's voice somewhere above, unintelligible over the sound of the gurgles and groans.
Then she felt it. Grace froze as something warm dribbled onto her head from above, quickly oozing through her hair. Then more dribbled down onto her, then more still...
Grace froze for a moment, then began shivering revulsion as she realized what the sticky ooze was. She wasn't a kid, after all, and she was sexually experienced enough to recognize that smell.
"Eww! Ewwww!!!" Grace shrieked, desperately trying to wipe the splooge off her as more still dribbled down slowly from above. It was too late, however. The warm semen was already sticky and matted in her blonde hair, and any attempt to wipe it away only succeeded in smearing it about the area and onto her arms. "Oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me! You fucking twisted little sickos!" she cried out in revulsion.
She felt so entirely violated and used. It wasn't enough that she was going to be digested by some fucking rando teen, now she was drenched in that little pervert's disgusting jism! Used like a fucking cum rag...
Grace felt her legs buckle under her, and she collapsed with a sob onto her knees, now neck deep in the mush as the last of the raining cum dripped into the pool beside her. This wasn't supposed to happen to her...she was a winner, wasn't she? She was supposed to be on the covers of sports magazines, not stewing in puke and covered in jizz. There must have been some mistake, there had to have been...
"You can do this," Grace whispered to herself, the same way she had before countless competitions. But this time her body quivered with nauseous doubt. "You're a winner..." she whimpered, as Nate's thick cum began to ooze down from the top of her head and over her eyes...
Nate finished buckling his pants and zipped up his fly. "Sorry, again...and thanks," Nate nodded to Becca. "That was...incredible."
"Hmph," she turned her nose up at him with her arms crossed, clearly still a little miffed that he'd held her head down. "You sound surprised. What, you think I don't know what I'm doing?"
"I don't know what I thought," he shook his head. To his surprise, she strode over to him and turned around, sitting down between his legs on the chair and leaning back onto him.
"I have many talents you don't know about, mister..." she declared haughtily, before nestling her head onto his chest.
"I'm sure," he nodded, reaching up and stroking her hair.
They laid there in silence for a bit, just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies as Becca finished her cake, staring up at the stars. Becca stomach grumbled slightly sometime later, disturbing the silence. Nate felt his weary penis throb slightly under her as he thought about the fact that his cum was inside her right now with Grace.
"So what was Blondie's name again?" Becca asked, lightly prodding at her growling gut.
"I think it was Grace Barnes or something," Nate recalled. "Why, you gonna look her up?"
"Wanna see if she was lying to us," Becca explained, already pulling out of her phone. After about a minute of tapping at the screen, she sat slightly upright. "Holy shit, there she is...she really was like a pro or something!" Becca exclaimed, twisting around to show Nate the screen. "Look, there's like interviews with her and stuff on this site...and then this article talks about how she got the shrinking virus! Wow..." Becca put her phone away and leaned back onto Nate's chest again, gazing up at the heavens. "So weird to think that I'm digesting someone that people have interviewed and stuff, makes me feel kinda famous by association..."
"Maybe they should give you her gold medals," Nate joked.
"Ugh except she didn't have any yet!" Becca whined, "If only she'd caught the stupid virus after the Olympics, that would be way cooler to digest a gold medal winner..." Becca groaned and gave her belly a quick slap. "Fucking loser..."
"Okay, now that's just mean..." Nate laughed.
Becca giggled and patted her stomach apologetically. "I know, you're right...sorry, Blondie." Looking back up at the sky, she paused for a short while before speaking up again. "Sooo...what are we now? Are we like a couple? Am I your girlfriend..?"
"Do you want to be?" Nate asked, not sure of the answer.
"I don't know," she replied quietly, still gazing up. "I know you said we should just do what feels right, but I still feel a little confused."
"Definitely," he agreed.
"So what do we do?"
"Maybe we just don't put labels on it for now," Nate suggested. "We'll figure it out."
"Okay," she replied quietly. Then after a short pause she continued. "God, part of me is afraid this is going to make everything weird, but I'm also excited to find out where this leads, y'know?"
"New experiences," Nate concurred.
"Yeah," she grinned excitedly up at the stars.
They lay there in quiet serenity for a while until Becca grew restless and twisted around on Nate's chest and exhaling quickly on his face. "Hey does my breath smell like cock?"
"Ugh..." Nate groaned, pushing the giggling girl off of him. Another moment murdered by the serial killer known as Becca...
"C'mon, I have to pee. Help me find a bathroom, this place is like a fucking maze," said Becca, rising to her feet. "Then we should probably go, oh, but we need to find Amy first."
Nate's weary semi twitched again at the memory of Amy's bare backside bouncing atop Brad.
"I've got an idea about where Amy is..."
"Jesus, Ames..." Becca shook her head with a smile as her and Nate peered into the dark room.
Inside, Amy and Brad were still nude on the bed, but their activity had come to an end as both of them slumbered peacefully. Brad was laying on his back, sprawled out over the covers, while Amy lay slumped atop him, her bare bottom pointed up into the air as her head rested wearily on Brad's chest, snoring quietly.
"Here, I'll get her..." Becca assured Nate, leaving him in the doorway as she slipped into the chamber. Nate was happy to oblige, enjoying the view of Amy's behind while she wasn't conscious enough to get mad at him for it.
Becca crept up to the side of the bed and shook her blonde friend gently by the shoulder. "Hey Ames, we gotta go..."
Amy responded by snoring a little bit louder, then followed it up by shifting her ass slightly as short fart trumpeted out of her. Becca wrinkled her nose and glanced back at Nate with a pitiful expression, searching for sympathy. But he only chuckled back silently from the doorway.
In his sleep, Brad reached lazily around Amy and gave her a gentle pat on the back. "Good girl..." he mumbled in his dreams, then drifted back to silence. Amy responded with a satisfied little grunt, wiggling her ass slightly as she nestled deeper into his chest.
As Becca proceeded to attempt round two of rousing Amy, Nate gazed at the blonde's ass and the little bit of soft tummy that was visible from his angle, suddenly remembering the little goth girl she'd swallowed. He wondered...was she still in there?
Unfortunately for Lucy, she was.
She had no idea how long she'd been inside the blonde's stomach, but at this point it felt like an eternity. She couldn't see it in the dark, but her dark eyeliner had long since smeared all down her face from her tears and the inescapable moisture. Her black clothes hung in tatters around her burned and blistered body as she floated helplessly in the churning mush. Amy's body had gone into digestive overdrive ever since she'd fallen asleep, but it was still an improvement over the marathon sex session Lucy had been an unwilling third party to, tossed about violently as Amy's body varied between thrusting or being thrusted into.
Lucy closed her eyes and whimpered weakly as she heard the familiar gurgle and ensuing muffled boom somewhere beyond which she now recognized to be the blonde passing gas. There'd been a lot of that since she'd fallen asleep. Clearly some combination of the beverages and various party snacks the drunken blonde had greedily sent down to join Lucy had disagreed with her system.
God this sucked so much. Not only the searing pain and the exhaustion, but just having to listening to that disgusting blonde bitch snore and fart peacefully while Lucy suffered inside her. She hated knowing that such a basic bitch was responsible for her approaching demise, and that soon Lucy too would be another blast of gas escaping the ass of the disgusting meat eater. She'd get to go on into the world, consuming and conforming, practically rewarded for punishing Lucy for the terrible crime of being just a little different.
Lucy sobbed as the current around her shifted, her entire prison apparently changing positions again. At least there was something almost darkly poetic about her fate, she could almost appreciate that. Going out this way, letting that stupid drunk bitch win, it was like a twisted metaphor come to life about the society Lucy so loathed.
At least it proved she'd been right about the world, Lucy thought. At least she had that...
"Don't stare at my ass, Nate..." Amy grumbled drunkenly, half-asleep while Becca held her up and helped her pull up her pants over her wide behind. "Itsh for Bradley, not youuu..."
As Becca finally managed to get the blonde's top back on her, she glanced over to the bed and her eyes went wide. "Holy shit," she whispered to Nate in the doorway, "his dick is fucking huuuge..!"
Nate frowned, kind of annoyed that his not-girlfriend was ogling another man's dick. Becca quickly took notice and giggled as she supported Amy on their way over to him. "Don't worry, I still like yours better," she giggled. "But still, way to go Ames..."
"Wait, did you guy fuck..?" Amy mumbled as Nate helped carry her from the room.
"No Ames, because I'm not a slut like somebody..." Becca teased her.
"I'm not a slut, I'm an empowered woman...just ask little miss shrinky here..." Amy lazily patted her belly. Nate rolled his eyes, Becca giggled.
"I can still feel her a little, Becca," Amy giggled as they carried her down the hall. "But I'm going to digest her, and there's nothing she can do about it..."
"Proud of you Ames..." Becca grunted as they helped her down the stairs.
"You hear that? Yer just my food, that means I'm better than you," Amy giggled, glancing down at her midsection with half-open eyes. "And don't forget it..." she yawned.
After that she seemingly passed out again, and Becca and Nate had to work twice as hard to carry her the rest of the way. As they passed into the now quiet living room, Nate glanced around to survey the damage. There were spilled cups and trash all over the place, but the crowds of belligerent guests had vanished. He could see a small gathering of folks smoking weed out on the back porch, but inside there was no one left but the slumped bodies of blacked out teens draped across the couches.
As they neared the exit to the room, Nate spied Amber lying lazily across one of the double seaters, her pretty blonde head resting in the lap of her equally unconscious friend, Betty. Nate glanced down at the sparkling red fabric of the girl's dress around her midsection. There'd been at least two tiny women unlucky enough to end up in there over the course of the party, and Nate couldn't help but wonder if any others had been unlucky enough to join them since he'd seen her last...
As a matter of fact, they had.
Meg clenched her stinging eyes shut as as she leaned against the pulsing stomach wall wearily, attempting in vain to tune out the frantic screams of the man banging around at the other end of the chamber.
"Get me out of here! Let me out of here you bitch!" he shouted as he splashed through the churning sludge, punching at the uncaring wrinkled wall.
Ugh, what an annoying sound, Meg thought, slouched down chest deep in the chyme. Why couldn't he just get with the program?
Of course, she'd been right where he was not long ago, and she knew he'd have to suffer long and unendlingly as she had before he accepted the futility of his struggles. There was nothing she could say to convince him, he'd just have to experience to slow, crushing despair for himself. Meg hadn't heeded Charlotte's advice when she'd first been swallowed, but she now realized the little librarian had been right: they weren't getting out of here.
Meg let out a long shuddering sigh as the man continued to splash and scream. Charlotte was no longer with them, of course. She'd gone silent some time ago, and Meg was pretty sure she'd actually stepped on what was left of her somewhere beneath the churning goop at one point. But it had been a while now without any sign of her, and Meg wasn't sure if she'd fully dissolved or been sucked down into Amber's intestines for further processing.
Oh well, it wasn't like it fucking mattered either way.
The young girl grit her teeth through searing pain as she listened to calm, muffled heartbeat that thumped somewhere ahead, backed up by the slow, rhythmic breathing that inhaled and exhaled through the giant's lungs. Meg had figured out by now from the lack of movement and speech that Amber was sound asleep, getting a little well deserved rest while her stomach worked diligently to digest the little people inside it.
Strangely, she didn't even have it in her to hate Amber anymore. Sure, she was bitter about being eaten, but Meg felt she'd come to understand the rich girl a bit better after spending this much time within her bowels. Amber just was who she was, and Meg was who she was. Amber was rich and healthy, and Meg was unlucky enough to be poor and tiny. If their positions were reversed, Meg suspected she might subject Amber to some kind of similar treatment. Such were their roles in the world...
As she listened to Amber's steady, peaceful breathing, Meg tried to imagine what it must've been like to be Amber, to have nice things, time to just relax and have fun. It sounded quite nice. Maybe she'd get lucky and reincarnation would turn out to be a thing, and after she expired in here she'd come back as a pretty rich girl in her next life. She deserved at least that much after all this, Meg thought.
Another shuddering sight rattled out of her as she tried to brace herself against the burning on her skin. In a way she'd soon become a rich girl regardless, once Amber's body had absorbed her, she considered darkly.
"Help! Helllllp!!" the man cried at the other end of the stomach.
"Would you please just shut up..." Meg groaned, slouching down a little further into the churning sludge.
"I'm trying to digest in peace..."
Nate watched Amber's midsection for just a moment longer as a slight groan escaped it, then focused on carrying Amy towards the exit.
"Byyyye, Naaaate...." Amber's sleepy voice called from behind him. He turned to see her still laying still with her eyes closed. Was she faking it, or was she talking in her sleep?
"Mmm, sleepy..." she continued with a peaceful smile, "...finish our fun later..."
Becca shot Nate a suspicious glance. "Anything I should know about?"
"No, no idea," Nate lied quickly. He couldn't help but somewhat entertain the thought of taking Amber up on her offer at a later date. After all, him and Becca had agreed to not put labels on whatever this was, so it wasn't like she was his girlfriend...
Nate called the Uber as they made their way through the front courtyard, and they only had to wait on the sidewalk for a couple of minutes before their driver pulled up, a young woman with dyed red hair in a black sedan.
Nate and Becca helped Amy into the back right seat, the blonde girl neither aiding or resisting them in her state of unconsciousness. Becca then prepared to crawl in from the other side, but then she winced and hesitated with an uncomfortable exhale.
"Ugh, um, maybe it's better if I sit by the window, I had more to drink than I thought..."
"Are you going to puke?" Nate asked.
"I hope not..."
"Alright," Nate sighed, moving past her and taking the middle seat. She followed him in and sat beside him, closing the door behind her. Nate glanced up and saw the driver regarding him skeptically through the rear view mirror. Crap, she must've heard what Becca said...
"Uh, I promise we'll tip really good," Nate assured her.
The driver sighed and shook her head, and began driving down the road.
Nate felt Becca rest her weary head on his shoulder as she leaned up against him. "Wake me when we're home, okay?" she whispered quietly. He nodded silently, and just moments later she was as unconscious as her friend, her cute little face looking so peaceful as it rested against him.
Nate began to realize the middle seat wasn't such a bad place to be. On his left, Becca's body was slumped against his, and on his right, Amy was leaned away against the window, but her body was slouched sideways enough enough that her round bottom was pressed up against his thigh. It was nice, feeling the warmth of the two pretty girls' bodies against his, as they slumbered peacefully on either side.
Nate glanced into the rear view to check on the driver. Her eyes were dutifully on the road before her. Nate felt himself stiffen just slightly as Amy mumbled in her sleep, sliding back a little and shifting her bum against his side. Did he dare test how deeply the girls' slept?
He decided to try Becca first, as she was less likely to murder him if he got caught. From the way she lay against him, there wasn't really an easy subtle way to grope at any of her fun bits, but that wasn't really his goal anyway. Slowly and subtly moving his left hand over, he moved to to the brunette's slim midsection and prodded at the violet fabric of her dress ever so lightly with his fingers.
"Hm," Becca hummed very quietly in her sleep near his ear, but otherwise she didn't stir.
Seemed like he was in the clear. Nate probed a bit more firmly at his friend's belly, then again, and before he knew it he was lightly kneading and massaging the soft flesh. Such a cute little tummy...he wanted desperately to tear through the violet fabric and glimpse the pale skin he knew lay underneath. But truthfully he wanted to see deeper than that, to glimpse that which he'd never seen: the true inside of Becca's stomach, where little Grace was trapped within...
Trapped. Grace might've objected to that descriptor, it really kind of undersold what she was going through. No, trapped was only the half of it...Grace was in hell.
"Ow, ow..." she whimpered weakly as the sticky, sugary sludge pressed in and out against her body, practically pinning her in place within the brunette's tight little stomach. It had been a pretty big slice of cake for such a slender girl, and things were more or less at capacity.
Grace winced and sucked painful breaths through her teeth. The stomach acids were well mixed with the chocolaty mush at this point, and there was no escaping the slow but ramping sting of them working at her skin, making the little blonde feel like she'd suffered a terrible sunburn all over her body.
Dessert for a fucking teenager...you loser, Grace thought bitterly as the chamber groaned around her. Becca's cruel teasing had finally made it clear for her: she wasn't a winner after all. Winners didn't get eaten alive and drenched in some creep's cum. Winners didn't get shrunk by the fucking virus...
She choked out a little sob as she reached up to touch her once beautiful, silky blonde hair...but the boy's swallowed ejaculate had seen to despoiling it of those qualities. It had dried there atop her head, leaving it a rough tangle of crusty mats. I'm a fucking crusty cum sock, thought Grace. Would she have even a shred of dignity left in death?
Grace thought back to her fellow captives that she'd left for dead in Amber's box. She wondered if they were faring any better than her, and if maybe she should've stayed with them. Did she deserve this for abandoning them? She wasn't proud of what she'd done, but this still felt like a heavy price to pay for what had been a calculated decision.
"I'm sorry," she whispered into the sweltering dark, hoping some loving god might accept her remorse and take pity on her. "I'm fucking sorry, okay?" she cried out.
But there was no response besides a deep gurgling from below. Grace sobbed as if she'd just heard the truth she already understood. There was only one higher power in this foul place, and her name was Becca. A cruel, brunette goddess, on whose altar Grace had been served up as an offering...
"Hmmm..." Becca hummed against softly in Nate's ear as he massaged her gurgling belly. He smiled and finally removed his hand, entranced by her sweet serenity. He suddenly wished Amy hadn't come with them. Maybe then he could convince her to spend the night with him. He didn't even care about sex in that moment, he just wanted to lay against her body all night under the covers. To watch her sleep so serenely while she digested the dessert he'd given her...
But Amy was with them. Nate turned slightly in his seat to study the short blonde with her bottom pressed against him. Man, she was really out...
Nate felt his fingers twitch mischievously. It would be so easy grab a nice handful of her supple breasts or buns right now, and she'd never even know...
Amy shifted slightly in the seat and unleashed a long squeaky fart all over Nate's thigh. Nate coughed and brought his hand to his mouth as the sulfuric odor instantly struck his nostrils. In his ear, even Becca whined weakly as her nose wrinkled in her sleep. There went any temptation he had to molest the sleeping girl. Perhaps he deserved that...
"Sorry Brad..." Amy apologized quietly in her sleep before smiling contentedly and getting cozy against the window.
Ugh. There was no escaping it as it completely filled the inside of the vehicle. So unfair that Brad got to enjoy and explore the fair parts of Amy, and Nate was stuck here dealing with this. Lucky big-dicked jerk. Nate glanced up to see their driver glaring furiously at him in the rear view mirror as she pulled her shirt up over her nose.
"Sorry..." Nate apologized meekly. "It'll be a really good tip..."
Thankfully the smell had mostly dissipated by the time they arrived. Nate woke Becca and together they sleepily helped Amy from the car. Nate looked away in embarrassment as the driver sped away, and he proceeded to enter the biggest Uber tip he'd ever left into the app.
"C'mon, lets get miss farty here to bed," Becca chuckled tiredly. Together they walked the sleepy girl to the front steps of Becca's house. Pulling the key out from under the mat, she unlocked the door and ushered Amy forward. "I got her from here."
"Alright well...goodnight?" Nate shrugged, standing close to her. He felt like he should do something...but Amy was right there. Becca stared back at him and bowed her head a little, shifting where she stood. It seemed she had some of the same anxiety.
"You guys fucked, I know it..." Amy mumbled glancing up at them. "You've both wanted to for a while, it's so obvious..."
"We didn't sleep together, Ames..." Becca sighed.
"I didn't say you slept, I said you fucked," Amy giggled before letting her head sag back down and closing her eyes.
Becca studied her for a moment, then waved a hand in front of the blonde's face. When there was no response, she smiled and leaned forward towards Nate. "Night," she said, planting a quick kiss on his lips.
"I knew it! You guys are totally fucking!" Amy gasped, coming alive again. The sleepy bitch was faking it!
Becca laughed and rolled her eyes as she stepped back into the doorway, pushing Amy along with her hips. "Bye!" she giggled, flashing one last quick smile at Nate as she shut the door.
"Bye..." he said just a moment too late, now standing on the porch alone. He could just faintly hear the sounds of both girls giggling and gossiping from within, and he wondered how much Becca would tell Amy about their night. Shrugging, Nate shoved his hands into his pockets and began marching through dark towards his own house.
The biggest stupidest smile was plastered across his face as he stomped across the lawn, his mind aglow with the thoughts of the girl next door, every inch of her that he'd explored, and all the inches left to be discovered...
"Ooohhhh..." Amy moaned, stirred back to life by the throbbing in her head. What was going on? Was she sick or something?
She groaned as she ground her face deeper into her pillow. This unbearable feeling...she couldn't even bring herself to open her eyes it was so bad. She shifted under the covers as she continued to quietly groan, feeling sorry for herself. And why did her hips feel kind of sore too?
As she rolled onto her side, Amy's face contorted as she felt her guts practically ripple within her. She had to be sick...it was the only explanation for why her body seemed to be rebelling against her like this. She gave a quick little grunt and shifted her hips as she forced out some of the gas that was plaguing her bowels, resulting in a muffled trumpet blast beneath the covers. It was a small relief, but at least she felt slightly less bloated now.
"Amy I swear to God, if you fart in my bed one more time..." Becca's tired voice came from behind her.
Amy rolled over in surprise and finally squinted her eyes open to see her brunette friend lying on her back with a sleep mask over her eyes. What was Becca doing in her bed??
But then as Amy looked around, she realized it wasn't her bed, it was Becca's. How did she get here?
"What happened last night..?" Amy asked groggily, but Becca didn't respond. The brunette just continued laying there with her mouth slightly ajar, apparently already asleep again or close to it.
Guuuurgle...
Amy winced as her bowels bubbled. Maybe it was time she went to the bathroom...
Blushing slightly that she'd already farted on her friend at least once accidentally, Amy pulled herself from the bed as quietly as she could, a task that proved to be a herculean effort in her current physical state. Pouting pitifully, the short blonde shuffled across the carpet in nothing but her red panties towards the door to Becca's attached bathroom, making sure to grab her phone from the bedside table on the way. Seriously, why were her hips so sore..?
"Mmmmrrrr..." Amy groaned as she plopped down onto the toilet, her panties now around her ankles. She leaned forward and rested her weary head on one palm as she tried to scroll though her phone for clues about the night seemingly missing from her memory. It wasn't like her to forget things like this...
Huh, that was weird...she had a text from someone named "Brad[heart emoji]", which simply read "now u have my number"...did Becca put this in her phone as a joke? She didn't know a Brad, did she?
Amy clenched her eyes as the first fart ripped from her ass and echoed in the bowl below. Another two followed shortly after. Ugh...wherever she'd been, she hadn't been eating well apparently.
Things were starting to get moving now...she clicked on her photo app next while she waited to rid her body of the troublesome waste. What the...who was this guy??
Amy's eyes widened as she flipped through four unfamiliar selfies of herself posing with a stranger. She audibly gasped as noticed the shot glasses in their hands as her and the mysterious but handsome boy stuck out their tongues towards the camera. Then her cheeks blushed scarlet as she flipped to the next one—she was sitting in his lap!!
Oh my God. The party.
The revelation was apparently enough to literally scare the shit out of her as she began to finally begin her deposit into the bowl below. She remembered getting there, and roughly what the giant house had been like, but after that it was so blurry. Fuck, she must have blacked out! Amy bit her lip nervously. How could she have allowed herself to get so drunk? She desperately hoped she didn't do anything too stupid or embarrassing...
"Ow!" she yelped as something rough slid out of her down below. Finally it was all out of her, but Amy frowned as she began to pee. That was weird, the last time she'd had felt something like that was when...
Amy gasped and nearly dropped her phone. Had she eaten somebody??
The blonde quickly began wiping herself as her mind strained to remember. Becca had said there were going to be shrinkies at the party, but it was still so blurry. But she definitely remembered that feeling from last time, with that little teacher girl she'd eaten (her and Becca had looked the two girls up online after the fact.) Who the heck did she just shit out?
Done wiping, Amy got up and looked down into the bowl. Ugh, that definitely didn't look like a healthy poo...this was just another reason why binge drinking was so stupid. Sure enough though, there were the little bones sticking out here and there...who were you, little person?
Then as if in reply, the little face flashed in her memory. Oh yeah, that little spooky girl...
Amy couldn't remember the context, but she could vaguely recall the gothic little thing dangling in front of her face. Hmph, well that was a bit of a relief. She'd started to feel kinda guilty there, but she guessed if it had to be someone...
A smug little smile formed on Amy's lips as she flushed the toilet and watched her waste spiral away from view. Girls like that got on her nerves, to be honest. They just always had to go out of their way to distract everyone around them with their obnoxious aesthetic, like everyone was supposed to care about their personal drama. Why not just keep it yourself like everyone else and be normal?
Well, she'd sure showed her, Amy thought as her little smile spread into a naughty grin. This was a victory for good girls everywhere as far as she was concerned. Maybe loosening up every once in a while wasn't such a bad thing.
"Amy!" Becca's voiced called from outside as the bathroom door shook and banged. "Get out of there! I have to shit!"
Crude as ever, Amy thought disapprovingly as she washed her hands and unlocked the door.
"Augh! Finally!" said Becca, pushing past Amy as soon as she opened the door. Wearing nothing but a loose fitting gray t-shirt and her pink panties, Becca wasted no time dropping her underwear and plopping down on her porcelain throne, not even waiting for Amy to leave the bathroom.
"Becca!" Amy shielded her eyes as she fled the room, but she had to hurry back a moment later to close the door. Someone had to look after her friend's modesty...
"Aaaaaahhh..." Becca sighed with relief as she finally allowed herself to stop clenching. She'd initially been looking forward to this, but after having to wait for Amy while the pressure continued to mount in her bowels, she just wanted it all out.
What a night, Becca thought with a sleepy grin as a little gas squeaked out of her. The grin only spread as her memories from the balcony with Nate replayed in her head. How he'd held her, how he'd kissed her...
God, it was fucking embarrassing how giddy she felt. She felt like such a silly little girl with a crush when she thought about it, but it didn't change fluttering feeling. She didn't even flinch as the hard pokey bits nagged at her anus slightly as the last of it slid out. Nothing could spoil her mood, least of all Blondie there.
Wiping up, she rose and regarded her latest conquest smugly. Hmph, she doubted the little thing would've done very well at the Olympics anyway. After all, Becca's tush had handled her without much trouble, and she was hardly an athlete.
The brunette grinned as she flushed, thinking about how Nate had grabbed her ass when he'd implied this outcome. God she'd felt so sexy in that moment...
She made her way to the sink and began to wash up. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Becca took note of her smeared makeup and the absolutely sorry state of her once elegant top bun. She looked a little ghoulish compared to last night, she thought bitterly, which definitely soured her feelings of sexiness just a bit. Still, she fixated on the mangled bun atop her head. A night of sleep was partially responsible, but she knew most of the damage was due to Nate's brutish grabbing.
That fucking jerk, practically trying to fuck my face like that, she thought. But at the same time she couldn't help but smile, chewing her lip a bit at the memory. As degrading as it was, there was something hot about being used like that, being able to give him that much pleasure, letting him do what he wanted with her...
Ugh, it was so embarrassing in a way! Her stupid friend Nate, who she'd known since they were both little kids, she couldn't believe she'd let that dumb boy put his dick in her mouth...and yet she had, and she'd loved it. It didn't hurt that she got to send his load down to her little blonde passenger, of course. God, she was so glad he'd gotten her a blonde...it was so cathartic after an evening enduring that spoiled skank.
Still, she'd have to get him back for that shit he'd pulled, holding her down like that. Maybe next time she'd make him eat her out and really squeeze his head with her thighs until he begged her to release him. That'd show him. Ooh, or maybe she'd make him eat her ass for a while, she hadn't tried that with a guy yet. She wondered if he'd be into that, though it might be even more fun if he wasn't, she thought with a little giggle.
Reliving the memories and possible futures for just a few more blissful moments, Becca finally exited the bathroom and stepped back into her room. Amy was laying on her stomach atop her bed, still mostly nude, looking at her phone with visible concern.
"Um, Becca...who's Brad?" Amy asked nervously.
Becca grinned and hurried over to the bed, flopping down next to her friend.
"Well, Ames, let me tell you about your night..."
Amber waved goodbye to Betty from the front doorway, the last of her guests finally gone from her house. Well done, she mentally congratulated herself. Truly a legendary party for the ages...
She yawned as she ambled back inside, regarding the mess in the living room with indifference. She'd probably have to tidy up just a little before her parents got home to avoid excessive lecturing, but not more than that. That was what the maids were for, after all.
She trudged up the stairs half blindly, her eyes barely open as she tried to spare her hungover brain from any excess stimulation. She'd had worse, but it still needled at her. Luckily she had her own special cure for situations like these.
Stepping into her room, Amber slipped off her party dress and dropped it into a pile with her bra and panties. She walked over to her bedside table and picked up her shrinky box, peering down into the glass window of its lid. They'd smoked a little weed last night before officially shutting down the party, and Amber had passed around the remaining party favors to her friends once the munchies began to set in. All save for the little Asian woman huddling in the corner, fearfully staring up at the nude giant.
Amber always made sure to save one for later. She was practical like that.
"Don't worry, I didn't forget about you," Amber smiled sweetly down at the shivering little woman. She picked up the box and began carrying it towards the bathroom.
"Ready to help me feel better?"
Amber set the box down on the edge of the sink and walked over to turn the shower on. It would be nice to wash the party stank off; she couldn't really tell, but she was sure she was a little ripe after passing out on the couch last night. Returning to the box, Amber popped open the lid and plucked out the little protesting woman inside, lifting her up to face level. Amber regarded the pitiful blubbering thing with lazy indifference. She looked a couple of years older than her, and for just a moment Amber wondered who this little woman was. What was her name? Where was she from? Did she got to school, and where?
But then she just as quickly lost interest as she was reminded of the throbbing ache in her head. None of that really mattered, this bitch had only one real purpose as far as Amber was concerned.
"Try to give me a good struggle, I'll appreciate the distraction," Amber instructed the shrinky before opening her mouth and popping the shrieking thing inside. She wasted no time tasting and sucking on the poor thing as she stepped into the shower.
Aaahhh...the warm water felt so good running down her naked body. She hummed and giggled happily between her closed lips as she rubbed the suds over her breasts, ruthlessly battering the squirming person in her mouth with her tongue. She could still feel the throbbing in her skull, but it hardly bothered her now. It was funny what an effective distraction the little screams echoing in her head could be, but Amber always found it did the trick.
Finally stepping out of the shower, Amber reached for one of the towels waiting for her on the warming rack, one of the many luxuries in her life she took for granted. Ah, nothing better than a toasty warm towel to dry the body. There weren't really people who lived without this kind of thing, were there?
Drying off a bit, Amber paused just briefly as she felt a slight pressure in her bowels. Shrugging, she quickly swallowed the little Asian girl down, silencing her muffled cries, then set her towel aside as she sat down onto the toilet.
Amber hummed quietly as she leaned forward, her wet blonde hair hanging down flat at the sides of her face. Yep, truly a legendary party; they'd be talking about this one at Saint Abigail's for years to come, long after she'd graduated. The games, the drama, the shrinkies, Nate...
Amber smiled as she thought of the strange boy, just as a quick and dainty fart squeaked out beneath her. She'd taken a chance inviting someone like that, but it had certainly paid off. Amber had lost count of the number of shrinkies she'd swallowed since the whole fad had kicked off. Besides the ones she'd regularly buy from June, her family knew people who could get them for her through shadowy channels, but they always came from far off and impoverished places like southeast Asia. They were still fun in their own right, but Amber preferred June's stock. It was more fun when her prey could understand her, homegrown here in the USA...
Still, even with the countless little souls that had filled her belly, never had she once felt like that before. Finally, someone else who got it. It was such a shame they hadn't been able to finish; she'd really been wanting to try that thing for a while...
She'd have to make sure she saw him again, Amber decided as the last of her digested waste plopped out of her. She barely paid it any notice, even despite the slight irritation from the troublesome little bones—she was practiced enough at this that it just felt routine. Nate's friend Amy had been funny too, in a nerdy way. But the other one...
Amber's lips turned just slightly as she wiped up, picturing the skinny brunette's face. She'd clocked the girl's interest in Nate as soon as they'd walked in her front door—it was so pathetically obvious. It annoyed the blonde slightly, but not out of jealousy. As if she could be threatened by a little mouse like that...
She got up and flushed, barely regarding the remains of the three souls she'd callously turned into shit. No, it was that she felt bad for Nate. Someone with such rare tastes deserved better than that plain, skinny thing.
Amber smiled as she wrapped the towel around her body, looking down and appreciating the way her bountiful breasts bunched up as they were constrained by the wrapping. So obviously better and bigger than those of the brunette. Well, if that bitch wanted to be her rival, then so be it. It was all the better for Amber that way. It was like she'd told Nate, it was so much more fun to take things when someone else didn't want you to.
Amber grinned wickedly in the mirror, her blue eyes sparkling as she imagined the look on her rival's face when she'd eventually come to accept that Nate belonged to Amber. Oh, that delicious day couldn't come soon enough. She wanted it so badly...
Amber's grin widened as she noted the slight tickle from the frightened girl in her belly. And that's the best part about being me, Amber thought to herself.
I always get what I want...