Worth a Shot by TinyHunter

It's been two years since the shrinking virus appeared, and the world has become a scary place for the infected with the dawn of a new "fad."


Eighteen-year-old Nate has a shameful secret regarding the disturbing new trend, which he plans to take to his grave. But when his best friend Becca accidentally taps into his darkest fantasy, can he resist the urge to risk exposure and seize the opportunity?


Could be worth a shot...

Story Notes:

It's been two years since the shrinking virus appeared, and the world has become a scary place for the infected with the dawn of a new "fad."


Eighteen-year-old Nate has a shameful secret regarding the disturbing new trend, which he plans to take to his grave. But when his best friend Becca accidentally taps into his darkest fantasy, can he resist the urge to risk exposure and seize the opportunity?


Could be worth a shot...

Rated: đź”´ - Sexual Themes and Violence | Reviews: 1 | Table of Contents
F/f Age 18-24 Romance Slice of Life Shrink Pet Scat Playful Vore Digestion Cruel

Worth a Shot

Word Count: 12157
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:

It's been two years since the shrinking virus appeared, and the world has become a scary place for the infected with the dawn of a new "fad."


Eighteen-year-old Nate has a shameful secret regarding the disturbing new trend, which he plans to take to his grave. But when his best friend Becca accidentally taps into his darkest fantasy, can he resist the urge to risk exposure and seize the opportunity?


Could be worth a shot...



Nate was flicking through his phone absentmindedly when he heard a knock at his bedroom window. Just outside was a pretty girl with long brown hair waving at him with a friendly grin on her face and a cup of boba in her other hand. He got up from his desk and approached the window, undid the latch, and opened it. He was hardly surprised to see Becca, she'd lived just next door for the whole 18ish years they'd both been alive, and it was really more of a rare occurrence when she didn't pop by to hang out after school.

"Hey Nate!" she chirped, already pulling herself over the window's ledge and into his room.

"You know you could just knock at the front door like a normal person."

"Where's the fun in that?" she rolled her eyes playfully. "Man, is it just me or did school totally suck today?" She flopped down onto his bed casually as if it were her own, stretching back her arms and getting comfortable. In doing so her shirt pulled up slightly, exposing her pale, thin stomach.

Nate's eyes were instinctively drawn to the exposed skin just above the line of her jeans, where just a hint of his friend's magenta panties were poking out. This was the paradox of hanging out with Becca. Undeniably to Nate, she was attractive to him physically. Though hardly a beauty queen or even the hottest girl in their class, she had that literal girl-next-door kind of quality that made her easy on the eyes but still approachable. But they'd grown up together, and there was sort of unspoken agreement between them that they'd always just be friends. He had a sort of sisterly affection for her most of the time, and though they were both single at the moment, they'd both had girlfriends and boyfriends in the past, so there was no imbalance to be too jealous of. Nate was fine with the arrangement, he valued their friendship and it wasn't worth the risk of ruining what they had. But his teen hormones were still running wild, and he wasn't above savoring peeks like these for later fantasizing sessions.

"School always sucks," he replied, pulling his eyes away before she could catch him looking.

Becca took a long sip from the wide straw of her drink, sucking up the milk tea and tiny boba balls into her mouth and down her throat. Pulling the straw from her mouth she looked contentedly up at the ceiling for a moment, before opening her mouth slightly and releasing a far from dainty burp.

"So true," she replied, not even bothering to say excuse me. Nate chuckled and shook his head, there was that other side of the Becca paradox. Sometimes hanging out with her felt like hanging out with one of his dude friends.

It was an uneventful afternoon for the two friends as they chatted and browsed their phones as usual. Nate had his television on in the background, and during a lull in the conversation he began flicking through the channels. He stopped on the local news as an image caught his eye. There was a picture of a girl on the screen, a bit younger than him and Becca. He'd never met her before, but he knew who she was. Everyone in town did.

"...as the search for Alice Grayson continues, the question on everyone's mind is whether this grisly new 'fad' is responsible." Nate froze, attempting to appear very casual, trying not to look too interested in the news story. Not only was Alice Grayson a missing teen, she was also one of the rare victims of the shrinking virus. The first cases had popped up just over two years ago, baffling scientists across the globe. Though highly contagious, the virus only manifested as a mild cold for 99% of the infected. However for that unlucky 1%, the infected found themselves rapidly shrinking in size over the following weeks. If you were lucky, you might still be half a foot tall by the infection's end, but for most, you'd be reduced to a mere three inches in height.

Alice Grayson was not one of the lucky ones. She went to St Abigail's across town, and she'd gone missing a couple of weeks ago. The anchor on the news was just playing dumb, of course. Just like everyone in town knew who Alice was, they all had a pretty good idea about what had happened to her.

"I just think it's like, so messed up," a blonde classmate of Alice's said in an interview on the TV. Nate took note of her sizable breasts, obvious even under her St Abigail's school uniform. "It's bad enough the shrinkies had to deal with the virus, now they have to worry about people trying to eat them?"

The "grisly fad" that Alice had surely fallen prey to was the string of news stories over the last two years of people swallowing "shrinkies" whole and alive—a phenomenon many were calling the "Pred Challenge." It seemed to be especially popular with the younger generation after some infamous early TikTok videos, but after those individuals faced legal repercussions, the crime usually took place behind closed doors.

This was why despite everyone knowing Alice's fate, no one would ever be able to prove it. If no one saw it happen, there'd never be any evidence. None besides perhaps the smallest bit of extra pudge on her devourer's body, and whatever else they'd flushed away after.

Nate tried not to imagine it, but another picture of Alice, back when she was regular sized, was plastered on the screen. The image all too easily entered his mind. Tiny Alice, dangling and afraid, over the mouth of her blonde classmate with the big boobs. The blonde teased her, toyed with her, slowly lowering into her mouth...and then swallowed.

Nate felt a stiffness begin to form in his pants. He clenched his eyes shut and tried to chase the image away. God, why are you such a freak? He'd felt funny the first few times he'd heard about shrinkies being swallowed, but it hadn't taken him long to realize there was something that turned him on about the idea of a hot girl swallowing a tiny girl. He couldn't explain it, but it did it for him like nothing else. There was something so incredibly naughty about it, something so alluring about the utter dominance. He was deeply ashamed of this awful kink, but there was nothing he could do to escape its spell. Oh well, nothing to do but enjoy it in private and take the secret to his grave.

"Well, have they tried not being so delicious?" 

Nate's eyes shot open, whipping around in his chair to turn to Becca. She was still laying on his bed, not even looking at the screen, taking another sip of her boba. 

Composing himself, he laughed slightly. "Dude, that's so fucked up!"

She smiled mischievously at him and shrugged. 

Nate just smiled back stupidly, trying to appear chill, but inside him there was a storm. He was already imagining it. Becca with her hands on some tiny girl, popping them into her mouth. He thought of the boba he'd watched travel down her throat, and how easily a little shrinky would do the same, down into her slim stomach he'd caught a glimpse of earlier. From there, there'd be no escape. They'd be her prisoner, her meal. Serving her body in the only way it could, as nutrients.

Nate's snapped back to reality as Becca's eyes widened, raising an eyebrow at him. He was staring. He turned back to the screen, pretending to be interested in the commercial that was now playing. He wanted so badly to pry further, to get any details he could. Would she really eat a shrinky, or was she just joking? Becca had accidentally tapped into his biggest fantasy, and he was torn between seizing this opportunity and hiding his shameful secret.

...Fuck it, it was worth a shot.

"So...would you?" he asked, not looking away from the screen, trying to sound like he thought it was funny.

"Huh?" She asked, seemingly already forgetting what they'd been discussing.

Gathering his courage, he swiveled back in her direction. "You'd eat a shrinky?"

For a moment she looked at him confused, and he began immensely regretting pushing his luck. But then her expression shifted to a mischievous grin, and she began absentmindedly playing with her boba straw with her finger.

"I mean...if one just happened to fall into my lap..." she giggled slightly at the thought. "Wouldn't you?"

"No!" Nate laughed, his heart pounding like crazy within his body.

"Well I guess I'm just a bitch, then." She laughed, looking back to her phone.

Nate wasn't ready to move on. He wanted to hear more.

"Why do you want to eat one?"

She looked back at him with a slightly confused expression, and for a moment he feared she suspected him. But he detected the slightest bit of blush on her cheeks as a small, bashful smile formed on her face.

"I dunno, there must be something to it if so many people are doing it. I guess I'd just try it one time to see if I liked it. I'm open to new experiences, y'know?"

"You don't think it'd be freaky, feeling a tiny person squirming around inside your belly?" Easy there, Nate...

"I actually think it sounds kind of cool actually," she admitted, a big grin forming on her face. She then leaned back and patted her stomach for emphasis, then busted out laughing a second later.

Nate was barely containing himself now. If she had any idea how much she was riling him up...

"Geeze, look out shrinkies..." he snickered. It seemed like the conversation was coming to a natural end, Becca had nodded in agreement with his last comment, but he could already see her eyes drifting back towards her phone. He knew he should be satisfied with the goldmine of mental fap material he'd amassed over the last minute, but he couldn't help but goad her one more time. "Tell you what, if I ever get my hands on one, I'll send them your way."

Becca perked up with surprising speed, shifting 90 degrees to a sitting upright position in an instant. "Ooh! Yeah! You can get me one for my birthday!" she grinned excitedly, giggling a bit at the thought. "Dude, imagine if I ate one with my birthday cake, and they're all like squeezed in here with all the chewed up frosting and stuff, hahaha!" She laughed, forcing her stomach to puff out as far as it could for emphasis, then jiggling it with her hands while laughing in a silly voice.

Little did she know, if Nate imagined it any harder he was sure to bust in his pants that instant. "The sad part is I don't think you're joking..." he teased.

She grinned back at him and lay back smugly onto the bed. "A girl wants what a girl wants..."

Becca glanced down at her phone and her eyes widened slightly. "Ah shit, I gotta go."

Hopping to her feet in one graceful motion, Becca took one last sip of her boba before tossing the empty plastic cup into Nate's waste bin. She glanced at the TV as she walked back towards the window. The commercial break had ended, and they were now continuing the segment about the Alice Grayson's disappearance. She grinned as another image of the missing girl appeared on the screen, glancing back at Nate as she swung her legs over the window sill and sat on its ledge.

"Oh and Nate, I want my birthday shrinky to be at least as cute as Alice Grayson." She then stuck out her tongue and slipped outside.




In the following week, Nate was fairly certain he'd set a personal record for fap sessions, and it was truly one to remember. It felt like he spent every waking moment fantasizing about Becca swallowing various shrinkies. Sometimes it was Alice Grayson, sometimes it was other missing shrinkies he'd look up online, sometimes it was random girls from his class that he'd imagine would catch a bad case of the shrinking virus. Birthday cake was often involved. It didn't really matter who it was, as long as it was Becca doing the swallowing.

When they were together he could hardly keep his eyes off her body. Inside her open mouth when she talked, at her slender throat when she swallowed, at her stomach when she breathed, at her swaying ass when she walked...there was something to fantasize about every step of the shrinky's journey. At times he wondered if he was falling in love with her, but it was more like she was a vehicle for his new, twisted lust. Her body was a temple at which he worshiped. He didn't so much want her, as he wanted to give her what she wanted. The treat she so rightly deserved.

Still, he tried to keep his new obsession out of her notice. Through extreme willpower, he resisted bringing up the subject for the entire week, and for a while he wondered if it was a one time pleasure that would simply live on in his memory. But Becca would be the first to crack.

"So, you find me a good one yet?" she asked as they sat down at one of the cafeteria tables for lunch.

"Huh?" he asked, genuinely caught off guard.

"My birthday present, duh!" she grinned. "It's in a month, you know."

Nate couldn't believe it. He quickly recovered and smiled casually. "Can't tell you, it's a surprise."

"Boo..." she whined.

"What are you guys talking about?" Becca's blonde friend Amy asked as she sat down next to the brunette.

"Just a promise Nate made me," she sighed wistfully, skewering a baby carrot with her fork and raising it up in front of her face.

Amy shook her head and shrugged. Checking to make sure her blonde friend wasn't looking, Becca opened her mouth and gingerly took the carrot between her front teeth. She held it there for Nate to see as she removed the fork for a moment, then slowly pulled it into her mouth with her tongue. She then sealed her lips, closed her eyes for a moment, and focused.

Gulp.

Nate watched with amazement at the slight bulge that traveled down her throat, his mind racing to imagine the carrot as any number of tiny candidates. A moment later and her now slightly watery eyes were open, and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show the carrot was no more.

Her throat pulsed as a quick burp escaped, evidently catching her off-guard as her eyes widened and her face blushed slightly. She covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, still looking at Nate.

"Eww, Becca!" Amy whined.

Becca just continued to giggle, and turned her attention back to her food, now eating it like a normal person. Nate was still stunned, but tried to hide it. Was she just being silly, or was she fucking with him? Did she know? With Becca it was hard to say, the whole display could've just been for her own amusement. 

Still, he'd made up his mind. He wanted to see more. Much more.




Of course, it was all just a joke, right? As much as the fantasy appealed to him, he couldn't really feed some tiny innocent person to Becca for her birthday. The reality of it was so incredibly cruel and twisted...so why did it tantalize him so? He might have resisted, he thought, if Becca hadn't slowly worn down his defenses over the following two weeks, asking about her birthday treat every few days, making exaggerate swallows of her food, patting her stomach afterwards...maybe it was just a game to her, but to Nate it was mental torture.

He began to wonder, that if he did do it, where would he even find a shrinky? He tried looking up any locally on social media, just out of curiosity of course, but he had little success. In a world where people wanted to eat them alive, it didn't seem like many shrinkies advertised their presence.

The weeks quickly ticked by, and soon he was just a week out from Becca's birthday. He was simultaneously frustrated and relieved that he'd failed. Nothing could be done now, and it was for the best, really. He'd just have to get her a regular birthday present. 

She'd understand, it had just been a joke, after all.

He went to the local mall after school on Friday, hoping to find her something corny at the Hot Topic. Becca liked that kind of crap.

He leafed through the store absentmindedly, not especially inspired by any of the gothic options. Nate combed through a rack of black hoodies with Beetlejuice graphics on them, looking for one in her size. To his surprise, one of the jackets squeaked quietly as he slid its hanger along the bar. Carefully, he pulled the hoodie off the rack, and traced the faint sound to its front pocket. Reaching inside, he nearly dropped the whole thing as he felt something squirm. But something about the absurdity of the situation kept his nerves cool, and he managed to grab the squirming thing inside the pocket and pull it out into the light. Nate stared down in disbelief at the tiny blonde woman between his fingers. She stared up at him nervously.




It had been a bad day for Hope. Well, if she was honest, it had been a bad year. She'd just been wrapping up her freshman year at university when she caught the shrinking virus from her roommate, Amanda. Of course, lucky Amanda just had the sniffles for two weeks, but now Hope was going to spend the rest of her life just under three inches tall unless a cure was ever found.

She quickly and sadly abandoned her hopes of attending her sophomore year in person when more and more stories about the shrinky "disappearances" popped up in the news. Luckily she was still able to take some of her classes remotely from her parents' house, but it had definitely put a damper on her college experience. She felt cheated on more than a few levels.

Today had been one of her few outings into the world, and she was already regretting it. She'd convinced her sixteen year old sister to bring her along to the mall, staying hidden inside her sweatshirt pocket away from hungry eyes. But the stupid ditz had switched her into a hot topic hoodie she was trying on, and forgot her in the pocket when she put it back on the rack! It had only been about ten minutes when she felt her cloth prison shift, and she cried out for help for her little sister that had surely come back for her. Her hopes were dashed when she saw a boy looking down at her. She wasn't exactly sure how old he was, but he definitely looked a few years younger than her. It was hard to tell with boys around that age. She was more concerned with his intentions anyway.

"Please, my sister forgot me here, you have to-"




Without thinking, Nate quickly shoved the tiny girl into his side pocket. What the fuck was he doing? Was this really happening?

Before he knew it, he was walking almost roboticly out of the store at a rapid pace. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit!

As he sped through the mall, he was briefly broken out of his trance as a young blonde girl raced past him, cursing loudly. She looked really worried about something, he thought. Hopefully she found what she was looking for.

Nate finally paused to think as he hopped into his car and got behind the wheel. He looked down to his right hip, where he could feel the tiny girl squirming inside his pocket. He could even just barely hear her squeaking, if he focused.

There was no going back now. He turned the key and started the car.

Happy birthday Becca, I guess.




Back in his room, Nate set the glass mason jar he'd fetched from the kitchen on his desk. There were already little air holes poked in the metal lid. He was pretty sure he remembered raising a butterfly in there when he was a little kid.

Unscrewing the top, he pulled the tiny protesting girl out of his pocket and dropped her inside. Once she got her bearings, she cowered at the far end of the glass not taking her eyes off him. Oh god, this was so fucked.

They stared at each other in silence for a moment. Nate felt like he should say something, but what could he say? He highly doubted she'd want to hear about how within a week she'd be a birthday treat for his best friend. Luckily she broke the silence first.

"Oh god, you're not going to eat me, are you?" she whimpered. Her voice was so faint and squeaky...god, she was incredibly small. It was unreal to see a shrinky like this in person.

"What? Uh, no." He admitted, looking away from the jar to the wrapping paper he'd set aside on the floor. Maybe he'd better get this done before it got more awkward...

"Th-then...what are you going to do to me?" she asked.

Nate considered just ignoring her and just wrapping up the jar in silence. It was probably the correct the move, if there was a such thing in this situation. But despite his intentions for her, he felt bad for the tiny girl, and his guilt compelled him to speak.

"Uh, honestly you probably are better off not knowing..." he said, grabbing the roll of wrapping paper and pulling out a sheet of it. "...Sorry," he added, not able to meet her gaze. He then tore off the sheet and began moving it towards the jar. Probably better to get her covered up sooner than later...




Hope didn't know what was going on, but she knew she needed to act fast. Even if this boy was telling the truth about not eating her, this obviously was more serious than just a simple prank, and she believed him when he'd said she probably didn't want to know.

Her mind jumped back to something a teacher had told her when she was younger, that when placed in a situation where a stranger wants to harm you, the best tactic was to tell them about yourself so they viewed you as a fellow human being and begin to empathize with you. She wasn't sure if it would work, but fuck it, it was worth a shot.

"My name is Hope Fisher, I'm twenty years old and I'm a sophomore at Merit University!" she blurted out in a panic.

"What..?" the giant boy replied stunned, stopped in his tracks. He was now looking at her at least.

"I..." she began again, taking a step closer to the front of the jar. She needed to keep up the pressure. "...I'm majoring in psychology, I'm in the volleyball club, and I'm semi-fluent in Spanish..!" Her mind raced for more details. "I, uh...I love cute movies about people falling in love! And...puppies! At home I have a dog named Macy! I live with my mom, dad, and my annoying little sister! Who forgot me at the Hot Topic today!"

"Look, I really don't want to know this stuff..." the boy muttered. He looked visibly uncomfortable, was it actually working? But to Hope's dismay, the giant proceeded to move the sheet of wrapping paper towards her glass prison.

"Wait, don't-!"




Nate wrapped the colorful paper around the sides of the jar as quickly as he could. As a result it was kind of a sloppy wrap job, but at least he couldn't see her anymore. She was still protesting from inside, shouting out more random details of her life for some reason, so he screwed the lid on tight and tucked the jar out of sight under his bed. He then sat on the bed above it and exhaled heavily, resting his head in his hands.

Ugh, he felt like such shit now. Why did she have to tell him all that crap?

He began to wonder if he could really go through with this. I mean, that was real person he had trapped in a jar under his bed, with a family, hopes, and dreams. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. He was about to sacrifice someone's life just to get his rocks off. Yep, this was definitely wrong. Should he just call the whole thing off and let her go?

But was that even an option at this point? If he returned her to her family, or even just back to the mall, she'd surely tell people about how he'd kidnapped her, and then he'd be the one imprisoned. Though his would be a cell of iron bars, not glass.

No, there was no way he was going to prison. He wasn't a bad person, he didn't deserve that. But then he couldn't let her go...

He supposed he didn't have to give her to Becca. He could just keep her here in the jar, in secret...forever? After just a moment of thinking about it he realized how unfeasible this would be. He had no idea how to take care of a shrinky, oh god, even these next few days he wasn't sure what he was going to do. Was he supposed to feed her? Take her out to go to the bathroom? He began to realize how little he'd thought any of this through. Nate, you idiot...

But as he accepted his total lack of options, he realized how freeing it was. In a way, he had no choice but to feed Hope to Becca. It was the only neat way to resolve all this without any loose ends. He found himself smiling stupidly thinking of Becca's smooth, cute stomach. What a perfect, beautiful thing; it would take care of all of this! His problems would all be over, and everyone would be getting what they wanted. Well, except for maybe Hope.

He pulled out his phone and prepared to text Becca. There was still the chance that this had all been a joke and she'd call the police on him herself when she found out what he did, but it was too late to worry about that now. This was the only play he had left.

NATE: hey come by tomorrow

NATE: I wanna show you something

BECCA: lol okay



Nate was pacing around his room nervously when Becca arrived at her usual window entrance. In true Becca fashion, there was a cup of milk tea in her hand. Nate smiled, feeling slightly less anxious at the sight of her, and opened the window.

"Anyone ever tell you you drink too much of that stuff?"

"Boba's the best," she stated matter of factly as she climbed into Nate's room. Not wasting any time, she poked him in the chest with her fingernail and grinned excitedly. "So what did you wanna show me?"

Nate didn't immediately reply. He simply smiled and bent down under his bed to fetch the gift wrapped jar. "I know it's still a week until your birthday, but I figured you might want your present early...while it's still fresh." He held out the jar for her to took.

Becca laughed and took the jar from him. She looked down at it, clearly noticing the air holes in the lid, and looked back at him with a suspicious smile. "What is this?"

Nate grinned with his anticipation. God his heart was beating fast. Clearly she thought this was still just a gag, and he was dying to see her reaction. "Why don't you find out?"

Her eyes narrowed further, trying to pierce through her friend's prank before she was the butt of the joke, but without any success she turned back to her present. She lifted it up and brought it to her ear and shook it while looking at Nate, more to play along than anything.

"Careful..!" Nate cautioned.

Becca gasped loudly, and for a second looked as if she was going to drop the jar. Even Nate had heard the muffled squeak from inside. "What do you have in here!" Becca laughed in disbelief. Able to resist no longer, she tore off the wrapper and brought the jar to her face.

Her jaw dropped. She gazed, dumbfounded, from Hope to Nate to back to Hope again. Nate clenched his fists and felt sweat began to bead his skin as he tried to decode her reaction. This was the moment of truth.

"Holy shit, no fucking wayyyy!!" she shouted bringing her face as close as she could to the glass. Nate could see that Hope was backed up as far as she could against the far side, her back pressed to the glass.

"Happy birthday," Nate chuckled awkwardly.

Becca's face was beaming with excitement. That was a good sign.

"Oh my god, I thought there was just going to be a little doll or like a gummy person in here or something!" she laughed, already working to unscrew the lid. "How the hell did you manage this??"

"I literally just found her, it was totally dumb luck," Nate confessed.

Nate watched as Becca reached into the jar to claim her prize. Hope tried to scramble and scurry out of reach, but Becca's slender fingers easily pinched her around the waist and pulled her up to eye level.

"Holy shit, she's so fucking little..." Becca gasped with wonder, drinking in the sight of the tiny girl squirming in terror in front of her face. The tiny girl was squeaking out something in protest, but it was took quick and panicked to make out. Nate could only imagine what it was like for Hope to have such an enormous face looming right in front of her.

"Yeah, it's pretty crazy," he nodded.

"Does she have a name?" Becca asked, lowering her prize slightly to look back to Nate.

"Who doesn't have a name?" Nate teased.

"Okay, smart-ass..."

"I think she said her name was Hope...Fisher or something. She goes to Merit." Nate was surprised at how freely he offered the information. This scenario had been the object of his obsession for so long, he felt compelled to give Becca whatever she wanted. He probably would have told her his social security number, if she'd asked.

"Oh hey, I applied to Merit!" she chirped, smiling down at Hope. If it weren't for the vast power imbalance at play, it might have seemed like a friendly attempt at bonding. Becca plopped down onto Nate's bed and laid back, dangling Hope high above her face as she grinned mischievously. "A college girl, huh? I wonder if that makes you good brain food. I've got finals coming up..." she giggled, shattering the brief moment of kinship. Hope really started to squirm and protest now. The brunette had made her intentions clear. 

Becca took a long sip of her boba as she continued to drink in the sight of the dangling girl. "Hm, I did say I was gonna have her with cake though, do you think I should save her for my real birthday?" she asked, not taking her eyes off her prize.

"It's up to you I guess."

"Hmmmm..."

Becca studied Hope for a few moments longer, then grinned. "Nah, fuck it. I wanna eat this bitch now!"

Becca rolled onto her stomach and dropped Hope on the sheets in front of her. Becca brought her face low just behind her as the frightened shrinky attempted to get her bearings. Hope turned to see Becca's face looming far too close for comfort and screamed.

"Hi." Becca whispered, giving Hope a smug smile.

Hope cried out and tried to flee in the opposite direction. It looked like hard work, at her size she sank into the wrinkled folds of Nate's sheets with every step, and it was more of a stumbling scramble than a sprint. Becca easily crawled around to intercept her, bringing her face low once again to cut off her path, the same smug look plastered on her face.

"Oh? Where do you think you're going..?"

Nate watched this sequence repeat multiple times, as Hope futilely fled and Becca crawled to block her escape. Watching Becca crawl around his bed, giggling with her ass pointed up in the air, it was like watching a cat toy with a mouse. And he was loving every moment of it.

As Becca once again blocked Hope's path with her face, this time she opened her mouth wide on the bed just before her, as if daring her to continue her trajectory down her throat. "Aaaahhh~"

Hope screamed especially loud as the pink, toothy cavern opened up before her, fleeing once again in the opposite direction. It didn't seem like the shrinky had any real plan for escape. Terror had overwhelmed her senses, and she was running totally on instinct. Her body just longed to be away from Becca at all costs. Probably the correct instinct, Nate imagined.

Becca cackled, and seemingly finally tiring of her game, pulled herself to her knees and easily plucked Hope up off of the bed. "Okay, fun's over. Time for me to have my birthday treat!"

Grinning excitedly, she brought the squirming shrinky before her face and took one last moment to appreciate her prize before slowly parting her lips before Hope, really drawing the act out to give Hope a good look at her wide open mouth. She proceeded to exhale slowly over her with sultry breath. "Haaaaahhhh..."

Hope sobbed and begged between frightened cries as she was assaulted by Becca's stale milk breath. All too slowly, she was brought forward towards the brunette's waiting maw. As she reached the entrance, he tried to grab hold of Becca's giant pink lips, anything to stop her current trajectory. Becca giggled slightly at the effort, but kept her mouth open, slowly pushing Hope further inside as the tiny girl's grip on her upper lip weakened. It was clear to Nate she was toying with Hope again, it would have been effortless to shove her inside given their relative strengths. 

Hope cried out in despair as she was finally forced past Becca's teeth and onto her waiting tongue, and she barely had time to look back out at the outside world, framed through Becca's teeth and lips, before the brunette suddenly shut her mouth and sealed her in darkness.

Nate watched, mesmerized, as Becca proceeded to suck on the tiny girl inside her mouth. She seemed extremely focused on her task. staring out at nothing in particular contentedly, occasionally closing her eyes as if to savor the sensations. Just barely audible over her contented humming was the muffled sound of Hope protesting from within.

Then their eyes met, and both teens blushed. Nate because he'd been caught staring, and Becca because she'd seemingly forgotten he was there.

"Uh, how is it?" Nate asked with an awkward chuckle, hoping to cut the tension.

Becca giggled with her mouth closed and smiled, making sure to keep her lips pursed. She nodded her head and gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. 

"What's she taste like?"

Becca looked up at the ceiling in thought, sucking on the treat in her mouth a bit more rigorously as if searching for an answer. She then returned another small smile and shrugged, unimpressed. Nate laughed. How could someone be so cute while being so cruel?

Suddenly Becca sat a bit more upright and exhaled through her nose with determination. She raised a finger in the air to stop Nate's laughter and get his attention. This was it, he guessed.

With an extremely determined look on her face, Becca stared forward, then clenched her eyes as she swallowed hard. Nate watched in amazement as the faint bulge traveled down her slender throat and into her body. She'd done it. She'd swallowed Hope.

Becca gasped, catching her breath as she traced the sensation with her finger down past her collar bones to just below her breasts. She looked down almost cautiously to see if anything would happen then back up at Nate. Suddenly a huge grin formed on her face.

"Aaaah!~" she sang, sticking out her tongue and displaying her open mouth to show that Hope was no longer inside. She looked positively pleased with herself.

"Holy shit, well done," he laughed.

"Oh. My. God!" she laughed, still seemingly in disbelief. She was literally squirming with excitement sitting on her knees on the bed. "That ruled! Fuck yeah!"

She gasped, and placed a hand on her stomach just below her left breast. Her eyes lit up.

"Ah! Naaaaate! Oh my god, I can feel her in therrrre!!" she whined excitedly, almost like the sensation grossed her out. "Here, come feel!"

He didn't hesitate to obey, hopping on the bed beside her. She partway lifted up her shirt, exposing her pale stomach, and indicated to Nate where to place his hand. Nate's heart beat rapidly as he placed his hand on her warm flesh. God, he was the luckiest guy alive.

The result however was slightly disappointing, if he focused he thought maybe he could feel something just barely, but it was hard to tell with Becca's excited breathing.

"Huh, I don't really feel anything." He tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt.

"Well I do. Oh! She's really kicking in there or something!" she laughed, wiggling her bare midsection from side to side excitedly. She paused then suddenly broke into an even wilder giggle fit. Clearly her swaying had elicited some kind of further tactile response from Hope inside. "Oh man, this is so fucking cool. Settle down in there, Hopey! That kind of tickles..!"

"Can I like...listen?"

Becca looked at Nate, clearly at least as confused as he was that the words had left his mouth. He couldn't believe he'd really just asked that.

"Listen?"

"Like, to your stomach..." he forced himself to continue. He felt his face going red. "I'm wondering if I might be able to hear her in there or something..."

Becca blinked, still clearly a little caught off-guard. "Oh. Yeah sure, okay." She smiled and nodded towards her bare stomach to give him the go ahead. She was okay with it! What a glorious day! "Maybe she can tell us what it's like in there, I've always kind of wondered what it's like for food in my tummy..."

Nate knelt down and carefully placed his ear up against Becca's stomach. It was intoxicating being so close to her like this, feeling her body's warmth against the side of his face. God she smelled so good. Hope was lucky, in a way. She should be honored to become part of something so perfect.

Putting his attention back on task, Nate listened in. Listening to Becca's stomach sounded kind of like swimming at the bottom of a pool, but with frequent gurgling noises interrupting ambient droning. Unmistakably piercing through it all though, was the muffled squeaking of Hope's voice. It was difficult, but he thought he could even make out words.

Nate felt his heartbeat speeding up again. For some reason he just had to know: what was it like for Hope in there?




Nate truly had no idea.

The brief exciting moments that had passed for the two teens had been some of the longest and most awful of Hope's life. She'd been helpless as Becca had pressed her up against the hard roof of her mouth, sucking on her and molesting her ruthlessly with her slimy tongue. It took only moments for her to be entirely drenched in the giant's warm saliva, forcing her to take desperate lungfuls of the only air available to her: Becca's humid and pungent breath. All while Becca's appreciative humming roared in her ears.

That eternity of disgusting humiliation only came to an end as Becca's tongue pushed Hope towards the back of her throat. Hope had pleaded to Becca, Nate, God—anyone who would listen—but no one came to her rescue as she suddenly felt herself sucked down into the dark abyss, squeezed tightly by the slimy tube on all sides as she descended deeper into the teen's body. She whimpered and whined fearfully as she slid past the sounds of Becca's rapidly beating heart and her expanding and deflating lungs. They had such a deeper rumbling sound than she felt they had any right to, serving as a cruel reminder that even the individual organs of Becca's body dwarfed her. She was developing a new, horrible appreciation for the utter scale of her devourer, and how completely she was at her mercy.

Hope let out one last truly pitiful whine as the constriction on her body seemed to squeeze even further as she was pushed through the tight entrance to Becca's stomach, yelping in shock as she plunged a short distance through the sweltering gases before splashing down into soupy water at the bottom. She forced herself to the liquid's surface, coughing and gagging instinctively. Oh god, the smell. It was like breathing in vomit—she could taste it with every gulp of air. She threw herself forward through the waist-deep liquid as if she come somehow escape this hell if she just moved quickly enough. It was a struggle to keep balance, she realized her entire world was shifting around her, expanding and contracting rhythmically. She stumbled and plunged beneath the surface before just as suddenly colliding with the chamber's edge, flinching as she bumped into strange floating objects along the way. They were like big, sticky beach balls...that she didn't have time to contemplate.

Face planted against the stomach wall, she wretched as she felt its slimy wrinkled surface swell against her body. Throwing herself away instinctively, she barely tripped backwards four steps before her back collided with another slimy, pulsing wall. She hugged her chest tight for comfort against the claustrophobic realization of how small her confines truly were. She waded forward again through the darkness, this time with her arm outstretched, until she touched the other side once more.

"Oh god, this can't be happening..." Hope whimpered.

Hope flinched as a muffled booming roared somewhere above her. It took her a moment to recognize it as Becca's voice. She hadn't been able to make out the exact words through the layers of flesh and bodily noises separating her from them, but could tell one thing for sure: the brunette sounded unmistakably delighted. 

Hope didn't have time to process it before she was distracted by another sensation. Those floating things were bumping into her back again...and then she realized what they were. Tapioca pearls. From the girl's drink.

Indignation swelled up in Hope's chest. She was wading in the swallowed tea of some high school brat. She clutched the sides of her blonde head and screamed. She was NOT about to go out like this. She hadn't worked this hard in life to end up as an afternoon snack for a fucking teenager.

"Let me fucking out of here!!" 

Hope screamed and hammered at the stomach wall with renewed vigor. She kicked and punched furiously, occasionally throwing her entire weight against the stomach wall as if she were trying to break down a door. Frustratingly, Becca's stomach was surprisingly elastic, and Hope's attacks sprung off of it as quickly as they landed. It was like trying to punch through a trampoline. "I want out of here!"

Hope paused to catch her breath as she felt her prison begin to bounce more rapidly, almost throwing her off balance. What was that booming sound above, and why was it so annoying to her..? It only took her a moment longer to recognize it. Becca was laughing. Laughing at her. Laughing about the cruel fate she'd doomed her to.

The entire world shifted suddenly, and Hope cried out as she was thrown against sideways against the stomach wall, coughing and sputtering as the pool of boba tea splashed against it along with her. Just as suddenly gravity reversed, sending the tiny girl and the countless tapioca pearls flying back across the chamber. Hope flung this way back and forth for several disorienting moments in the typhoon of milk tea. She lost all sense of which way was up or down, and when the storm finally ended she crouched down and puked, adding just the slightest volume to the stomach's contents. Was the bitch fucking dancing or something?? Regardless, it was yet another cruel reminder of how totally in control Becca was...and Hope was sure there were more to come.

"FUCK YOU!!" Hope screamed, throwing herself against the stomach furiously. "I'm not your fucking food, you little cunt! Do you hear me?? Spit me up! Now!!" Furious, frustrated tears flowed down Hope's face as she felt her prison bounce happily along with Becca's booming giggles. It was like the very chamber was taunting her.

"You're such a bitch!!" Hope sobbed, giving the stomach wall another futile punch. "What did I do to you, huh?? Come on, just let me out of here! Please!!" 

Hope's punches began to slow as her sobbing deepened, her rage quickly turning to despair. "Please, God...I don't wanna die, not like this..."

Hope shrieked as the stomach wall she was leaning against suddenly smashed towards her violently, smacking her in the face and sending her tumbling back under the surface of the milk tea.




"So? What's she saying?" Becca asked, looking down at Nate's faced pressed against her belly.

"Well, she's definitely not having a good time in there," Nate said, still listening closely. "It's mostly a lot of yelling."

"That's weird, I've never gotten any complaints from my food before..." Becca grinned.

Nate chuckled and continued listening. "She's definitely saying something, it's just sort of hard to make out all the words with all this gurgling..."

"Uh, excuse you!" Becca protested in faux indignation. Nate ignored her.

"Ooh, I definitely heard that," Nate laughed, looking up at the brunette looming over him. "I think she just called you a bitch."

"Oh hell no!" Becca pushed Nate's face off of her stomach and proceeded to give it a disciplinary slap. "Rude! That's no way to talk to the birthday girl!"

"It's not really your birthday, remember?"

"Okay, you just lost listening privileges." Dammit.

Becca pulled her tee back over her stomach and waved a chiding finger down at it. "And let's get something clear, if anything you're my bitch. That's why I'm out here, and you're in there. Got it?" She smirked smugly down at her stomach, seemingly quite pleased with Hope's inability to argue back.

Becca proceeded to flop forward onto her stomach, reaching out to the bedside table for her drink. Nate watched speechless as she brought the straw to her mouth and casually slurped down more tea and pearls. All he could think about was how every bit she swallowed was pouring down atop of poor Hope, slowly flooding her fleshy prison. What got him the most was how certain he was that Becca wasn't doing it to be cruel, she just felt like drinking more boba and didn't really care about the consequences for her stomach's living occupant. Just by partaking in the most casual pleasures, Becca was flexing her dominance over the tiny girl.

"Uuuuurp..!" Becca removed the straw for mouth for just a moment to belch loudly, then just as quickly resumed slurping her tea. As she drank, she rolled onto her side slightly and looked down at her stomach, giving it a gentle, affectionate pat. Looking like the picture of contentedness, she rolled back onto belly and closed her eyes, continuing to enjoy her drink.

Okay, so maybe she hadn't entirely forgotten about Hope, but it didn't change how turned on he was.

Finally Becca stopped slurping and set the drink aside, still lying flat on her stomach. She was staring forward now, a wistful look in her eyes.

"What's up?" Nate asked, breaking the silence.

"Do you ever think about the future?" she asked suddenly, still looking forward.

"Huh?"

"I mean like our futures," she explained. "Like what the next few years are going to be like, and then after that."

"You mean like college?"

"Yeah, and everything else."

"Geeze, you eat one college girl and suddenly you're a philosopher, huh?" he teased. "I guess she really was brain food."

She rolled onto her side and leered at Nate playfully. "You didn't answer the question. And also shut up." She reached for her bubble tea for a moment, then frowned slightly and seemed to decide against it. "But you're not totally off there...I was just thinking about how in a couple days I'll be 18, officially an adult. And then I was thinking about you-know-who," she tapped her stomach lightly as she said each word, "and how before the virus popped up a couple years ago she would've been just like me, finishing up high school and stuff. And then how after that everything changed for her, suddenly you're working your butt off for a degree you're never going to finish, you're like an inch tall and then...bam! You're churning away in the belly of this really cool, super hot girl!" Despite her wistful mood, Nate noticed she couldn't help but giggle slightly at her own self-aggrandizing joke.

"Yeah, but we both already had the virus last year...it was just a cold, basically. That's not going to happen to you."

"Ugh, you're missing the point, dummy!" she groaned, flicking Nate on the arm. "Just because we're not going to become stupid shrinkies doesn't mean our lives aren't going to change. We're going to go off to college, get jobs, get married. Everything's just going to keep changing until none of the old stuff is left..."

She paused and her expression grew slightly more somber. "And that old stuff is my life. The same old stuff everyday. You and me, growing up here right next door, hanging out in here all the time, watching TV, drinking boba..."

"Hey that boba shop only opened up a couple years ago!" Nate interrupted.

"Not...the...point!" she chided, slapping his leg playfully. "I just like my life the way it is, and I don't know if I'm ready for it to change..."

"I mean everything in life changes eventually, it's just part of growing up," Nate shrugged, hoping to reassure her.

She turned to look at him directly, her expression now somewhat serious. "I'm saying I'm going to miss you, you jerk!"

Nate stared at her in stunned silence, watching her cute face begin to blush. It was weird hearing Becca be...earnest.

"I'm not going anywhere, Becca."

She stared at him for a moment longer, then turned away and rolled her eyes. "Ugh, don't be corny..."

"I'm serious," he pressed. "You're like, easily my best friend. Even if we go to different colleges, get married, and move to different places...we're not going to stop being friends or hanging out. I know that for sure."

Her eyes widened for a moment, then she shut them and crossed her arms turning away, overplaying her indignation. "You could just be saying that..."

"Hey, I kept my promise about your birthday, right?"

She giggled and bit her lip, gingerly touching her stomach where she could feel Hope inside. "I guess so..."

It seemed like she was out of the worst of it. "Seriously, how many guys do you know that would actually get you your own shrinky for your birthday!" he bragged.

"And a college girl!" she chirped in agreement. "Honestly, you make a good point, maybe I should just go ahead and marry youuuu..!" She leaned forward and made an exaggerated kissy face, poking his chest with her finger.

"I dunno, I'm not sure if I could marry a girl who burps so much..."

"Ugh! Shut up!" Becca cackled, pushing Nate backwards on the bed forcefully. "You know you love it..."

She had no idea how true that was.

Becca sighed as she finally stopped laughing, leaning sideways a bit as she poked at her stomach with idle curiosity. "C'mon, lets watch some TV or something, she's starting to get boring in there, I can barely even feel her."

"Probably because you drowned her in boba..."

"You better shut up or I'll drown YOU in boba," she stuck her tongue out at Nate. "Besides, I haven't even finished the whole cup yet, you probably just got me a defective birthday shrinky."

"Do you think maybe you just already digested her?" He wasn't even really joking, he was genuinely curious.

"Oh no way, she's not getting off that easy. I looked it up one time, even on an empty stomach, it takes at least twenty minutes." She gave her stomach another smug pat.

"Of course you looked it up..." Nate chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, that's just smart! What if I'd found a shrinky while I was out in public somewhere? I'd need to know exactly how long to lie low before I was in the clear. I'm too pretty to do time, y'know?" She flipped her hair dramatically for emphasis. 

"Fair enough," Nate relented.

She hopped onto her knees and leaned towards him smugly. "Ha-haaah, you didn't disagree, so that means you think I'm prettyyyyy..!" she sang.

Nate rolled his eyes and ignored her and turned the TV on, but he could still see her mugging him from the corner of his eye.

"Well, finally he admits it. Perhaps we'll let be nice and let him have another listen once digestion really kicks in, won't we Mr. Belly?" she said in a silly voice down to her stomach, jiggling it with her hands as she did.

Oh, hell yeah...




Hope cried out in pain as she was squeezed tightly on both sides by stomach walls and half-digested food mush. The stomach contraction had forced the remaining liquid almost all the way up to her neck, and above her head she could feel her wet hair flutter as the foul gasses she'd been breathing were forced upward, followed by a distant roar. Hope had been in here long enough to recognize that Becca had just belched again. She sobbed as the stomach walls relaxed, and she sunk back down with the churning sludge until it was only waist deep once more. She wheezed between sobs, struggling to catch her breath. Besides getting the wind knocked out of her, Becca burping always meant there was less air inside her stomach for Hope to breathe, for a while anyway. It also meant something else, in three...two...

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

The rhythmic thumping of Becca patting her stomach, like a massive, victorious war drum. Rubbing it in, just in case Hope somehow forgot exactly who was in charge. It was amazing how familiar she'd become Becca's internal workings in the time since she'd been swallowed...but how long had that been? Minutes? Hours?

To Hope at least, it felt like an eternity. What she'd thought had been bad before, was nothing compared to what she was going through now. Some time ago, Becca's digestive system had really kicked into gear. Ever since, the stomach walls had been expanding and contracting more violently, growing slimier with what Hope now understood were deadly acids. She could hardly find a moment to rest as the churning bile washed her from one stomach wall to the next, coating her in the now mushy and melting remains of the tapioca pearls. All the while the burning on her skin grew from a slight rash, to a bad sunburn, to the fiery pain she was experiencing now. Even breathing the air stung. It had gotten so bad that she'd actually begun to be thankful for the occasional showers of milk tea and tapioca from above. She no longer cared how degrading it was to be doused in what was essentially the girl's backwash, at least the liquid was cool on her skin...

The boba hadn't poured in for a while now, though, and Hope sadly suspected it wouldn't come again. Becca had surely finished her drink.

A deep gurgling sounded from below. Hope felt the mush around her sink slightly. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and had it not, Hope was sure she'd currently be treading water in a much deeper pool of milk tea. It was anything but comforting to the tiny girl. She understood by now that it was digested mush passing from Becca's stomach into her intestines, beginning its long journey towards its final destination. A journey she'd surely be taking soon, whether she liked it or not.

Hope let out a self-pitying sob. It was a silly thing to be concerned about, all things considered. She'd surely be dead long before she was forced out of Becca's stomach, so it didn't really matter what happened to her body afterwards. 

But it didn't make it any easier. She hated the idea of it...that by the time Becca was done with her, the cruel teen's body would reduce Hope's remains into just another bowel movement. It was just too much on top of everything else. After being toyed with, taunted, and devoured, Hope couldn't stomach the thought that in a couple of hours she'd be nothing but a nasty dump sliding out of Becca's pale ass. One final and disgusting act in the utter dehumanization the young brunette had subjected her to on a whim.

Hope's sobbing deepened as she allowed the stinging mush to wash her body to and fro between the flexing stomach walls, having long since resigned her futile battle against the digestive churn. Her tortured mind couldn't help but wonder: what did Becca think of her ultimate fate? Would Becca think it was funny to turn her into poop, like how she giggled after every burp she expelled with Hope as her captive audience? Or perhaps she didn't think of it at all, and by the time nature called Hope's suffering inside her body would be so insignificant and far from the brunette's memory that she'd just flush the tiny blonde away without any fanfare, moving on with her life. It was hard to say which was worse.

As the latest tide of chyme pushed her backwards into one of the stomach walls, Hope whined as she found her right arm and shoulder become lodged between two of the wrinkled stomach folds. Instinctually she tried to pull away, but her blistered, acid-burned skin protested at the friction. So instead she laid back and surrendered herself to her new position, swaying in and out with the flexing surface. At least this way her tired legs no longer had to stand.

A small part of her mind protested, that last fiery shred of pride that refused to go down without a fight. It nagged at Hope not to surrender, that even if it was futile she should struggle until her last breath, that giving up now would be effectively granting Becca the final permission to digest her.

Hope sobbed quietly, ignoring the inner whisper of defiance. Even if her spirit had been willing, her body was more exhausted than it had ever been. Besides, by now she understood the truth: Becca didn't need her permission to digest her. She never had. From the moment her sister had forgotten her at the mall, the sequence of events that had led her here had been entirely out of Hope's control. In a way, her life had been that way ever since she'd become a shrinky.

Continuing to whimper in pain and self-pity, Hope leaned her head back against the slimy surface and closed her eyes. God she was tired. She knew the only thing keeping her conscious was the tug of war between survival instinct and exhaustion playing out in her mind, but she could feel the exhaustion slowly winning. She was beginning to welcome the approaching void, her only promise of release from this hell. It was inevitable, after all.

Inevitable...

Her mind drifted back to that idea, that all of this was out of her control. Maybe it was just delirium setting in, but there was something about it that was...comforting. That all roads led here, inside of Becca. She wasn't unlucky, and it wasn't her fault. Her entire life had been leading her here, it always had, and she just hadn't known it. This whole time, she'd despaired against the cruel injustice of her fate, but through this lens it finally made sense. There was no malice in it, it was simply the role she was born to play. This was her purpose: to finally be Becca's meal.

"I'm here..." she whispered deliriously in the sweltering darkness, her voice barely audible above the chorus of gurgles. "I'm-"

She'd never get to finish the thought. Suddenly the walls of Becca's stomach contracted tight, squeezing Hope together with the sticky chyme. She felt her consciousness fade as her slime-soaked hair fluttered above her head, and a distant roar echoed above.




"Uurp!" Becca belched, watching the TV lazily next to Nate on his bed.

"You know I've really never met a girl who burps as much as you."

"What other girls do you even know? We just do it when you boys aren't around," Becca explained. "You should be grateful I'm giving you a peak behind the curtain..."

Nate rolled his eyes and laughed. "Wow, I'm so honored..." His eyes drifted to Becca's midsection. The last few times she'd burped, she'd made sure to give Hope an affectionate pat. This time she'd neglected to interact with her prey.

"So, how's it going with, uh...Hope?" he asked, nodding at her stomach.

Becca looked down with a hint of surprise. Had she actually forgotten she was digesting someone alive? She then poked at the usual spot curiously with one finger.

"Hm, seems like maybe the party's over..." she sighed with slightly exaggerated melancholy. "I haven't really felt anything for a while, anyway." She lifted up her shirt slightly and looked to Nate. "You wanna listen and make sure..?"

Nate's ear was pressed against her stomach in a flash, causing Becca to yelp in surprise. He barely cared how eager he looked; he'd been dying to get the invitation to listen to her again.

"Hmmm...I just hear gurgles," he explained. He was simultaneously disappointed and aroused. One the one hand, he'd missed the chance to hear more of Hope's struggles inside of Becca, but on the other hand he was currently listening to Becca's gut celebrate its total victory over its latest prey. 

When Nate stopped talking and kept listening, Becca pushed his head away and glared. "Alright, alright, it's not show, okay?" Still worth it.

"Well, you've digested a shrinky. Congrats?"

"Hell yeah, I did!" Becca grinned, giving her belly a victorious slap. "Little pipsqueak didn't stand a chance..."

"So I'm taking you liked it? Did it live up to your expectations?" Nate pried. God, spill! Spare no details!

Becca looked back down at her stomach, smiling thoughtfully. "Dude, it was really fucking cool, actually." She laughed and blushed slightly. "It's kind of hard to explain it, but I totally get why people do this now. I mean I just kind of wondered if they tasted good, and like how it felt when they're moving around inside you...but actually that was only half of it. Really I didn't expect to have so much fun just playing with her, chasing her around the bed, making her look into my mouth..." perhaps unconsciously, she paused to open her mouth wide for just a second as if reliving the moment, "and the look on her little face right before I popped her in...it was just so, unf!" She shut her eyes and bit her lip, her whole body quivered slightly. "And then after that, feeling her squirm as she slid down my throat," she retraced Hope's journey with her finger, "it just felt so...right."

She laughed, her face reddening slightly with embarrassment. "I dunno, I guess it just felt really badass, y'know?"

"I think I get it," Nate said. "So do you think this was like a one time thing, or would you do it again?"

"Dude, if you've got another one under your bed, bust 'em out and I'll gulp them down right now, seriously." Becca laughed, leaning forward slightly and opening her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out ready to receive another treat.

"Sorry, I only had the one."

"Oh poo." Becca pouted. "Well I'll be expecting another one next year when I turn 19, got it? You've set a high bar for yourself, Nate."

"Oh god, what have I gotten myself into..." Nate laughed.

"And the next one better be on my real birthday, so I can have them with a slice of cake!" Becca laughed. She looked down at her midsection with a bittersweet smile. "Still kinda sad I didn't save her to do that this year...that would've been really good."

"Next year," Nate promised.

"Next year." Becca grinned and stood up from the bed, turning towards him. "C'mon, get up."

Slightly confused, Nate obeyed. As soon as he was on his feet, Becca lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, her face nestled in his shoulder. He'd hugged Becca before countless times, but this time felt different. Getting to be this close to her body, her body that was currently digesting Hope...he savored the feeling.

"This was seriously the best birthday present I've ever gotten, thank you." After all too brief a moment, she released him and stepped back, a smug and knowing smile plastered across her face. "I gotta go, but we should do this again sometime."

"Y-yeah," Nate stammered, still caught too surprised to play it cool. Becca giggled at his stupid reaction and began to head for the window.

"So, do you want me to send you updates later, or do you wanna just talk about it at school on Monday?" Becca asked as she slid the window open.

"Updates?" Nate asked confused.

"Well yeah," Becca smirked, looking at Nate like he'd just asked a stupid question. "I mean Hope's journey is far from over, and I know I for one am dying to know what she looks like when she finally makes her way out." Becca wiggled her ass slightly for emphasis before giggling and hoisting herself onto the ledge.

"Oh god, of course you'd want to know about that you gross freak..." Nate pretended to look disgusted, his mind already imagining Becca smugly turning the tiny college girl into shit.

"What!" Becca laughed. "Don't tell me you don't want to know what they look like after? They never talk about that part on the news! If you were about to poop out a tiny person, you'd want to know too!"

"Well good luck with that..."

"Thanks!" Becca slipped out the window, giggling madly. A moment later she turned back and leaned through the window, her face as smug as ever. "And don't think I didn't notice you didn't say 'no', Nate."

Nate stammered to defend himself, but Becca didn't give him the chance, giggling as she shut the window behind her before skipping back to her house.




The jack off session that night was truly legendary. Nate replayed the afternoon in his head over and over. Becca chasing Hope around on the bed. Becca dangling Hope in front of her mouth. Becca sucking on Hope like a piece of candy. Becca swallowing Hope. Listening to Hope protest inside her stomach. Becca drinking boba with Hope in her stomach. And finally the sounds of Becca's stomach, sans Hope.

But he didn't stop there. He kept imagining Hope's current journey, being forced through Becca's winding bowels on her long journey to the brunette's cute butt. How far along was she now? Had Becca already shit her out? He wasn't into scat in the slightest, but just imagining Becca sitting on the toilet, being so proud that she was turning another human being into her feces...god, he'd never gone so many rounds back to back.

Exhausted and probably dehydrated, Nate undressed and finally prepared for bed. But before turning off the lights, he received a text from Becca. Then another.

BECCA: sooo update #1: she's still in there somewhere

BECCA: maybe she liked being eaten, doesn't seem to be in a hurry to leave lol!

BECCA: gonna go to bed, I guess me and her are gonna have a little sleepover

BECCA: but that's it! in the morning I'm kicking the little freeloader out!

BECCA: [peach emoji] [poop emoji]

NATE: you're so weird.

BECCA: you know you love it [heart emoji]

Nate felt a familiar stiffness in his boxers. It was almost as if he could hear his weary cock calling up to him: "Put me back in, coach..."

Goddammit. Just one more time tonight, then bed...




Nate awoke in a sleepy haze to a buzzing sound. What time was it? He didn't even remember going to bed, and he assumed he'd basically passed out as soon as he'd reached completion for the final time. The morning wood was especially brutal that morning. His thoughts were too fuzzy to recall any of his dreams, but he had a pretty good idea as to what they'd been about. Groaning, he picked up his phone from the side of his bed.

Geeze, it was already 10:30...but his attention quickly shifted to his latest notification, a text from Becca.

BECCA: it's time...

The text was followed up by a picture she'd taken of her butt, still clad in her checkered pajama bottoms. Nate felt himself stiffen further. God to, to be able to see through those pajamas...the horny part of his brain was begging him to reply, but he resisted. He had a pretty good feeling she'd be keeping him updated regardless.

The following minutes were some of the longest of Nate's life. Finally his phone buzzed again.

BECCA: lol...she's poop alright

NATE: ...you were expecting something else?

BECCA: idk I just wasn't sure how much of her would be left!

BECCA: there's definitely some little bones in there tho

BECCA: probably why it sorta hurt coming out

BECCA: my poor booty!!! [crying emoji]

NATE: yeah, you're the real victim here...

Becca replied with a devil emoji, followed by three laughing emojis. Nate so desperately wanted to ask for a pic. God, what the fuck was wrong with him, wanting to see a photo of his friend's dump? He tried to imagine the log floating in Becca's toilet, Hope's tiny white skull just barely protruding from the brown mass. An entire human being, all their aspirations, reduced to Becca's smelly turd...why was the vile dichotomy so alluring? He knew he couldn't ask...that would definitely give him away. His phone buzzed again.

BECCA: kinda feels fucked up flushing her

BECCA: like sort of disrespectful?

BECCA: should I?

NATE: NOW you feel bad for her??

BECCA: [laughing emoji]

BECCA: idk maybe I should like bury her? least I could do right?

NATE: Becca, flush your poop.

BECCA: yes sir!

There was a pause, and a minute later Nate received another photo from Becca. It was a down angled selfie of the brunette with her tongue sticking out and her fingers making a peace sign, with the now empty toilet bowl visible over her shoulder at the center of the frame. Overlayed over the image was the text: "BYE BYE HOPE"

It was almost infuriating how someone being so gross and immature was able to turn him on so much. Less than a month ago he'd viewed her only as a friend, but now it felt like Becca was all Nate thought about. Was he actually falling in love with her? Or had the wires just gotten crossed when she'd accidentally tapped into his his most shameful fetish? The only thing he knew for sure is he'd never felt like this before, and he wanted more of it. So much more.

Maybe he'd go back to the mall again today. Some of his old T-shirts could probably use replacing, and who knows, maybe he'd find something while he was there for his best friend? The odds were low of course that'd he'd find another shrinky forgotten inside of a jacket pocket, but they weren't zero either. And there were all kinds of other ways the tiny things could be misplaced in a place like the mall...

It was definitely worth a shot.


A Meeting with the Spider

Word Count: 12864
Added: 03/18/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:

While dealing with the aftermath of his and Becca's actions, Nate hears a rumor about a mysterious individual who can supposedly supply shrinkies to anyone who can afford them. Should he seek out this shady character, or would it be wiser to keep his head low until things in town blow over a bit?


I think we all know the answer to that question :P


"The sad part is, it's just gonna happen more and more," May said, spooning a big dollop of mashed potatoes onto her plate before passing the bowl to Nate. "When nobody gets caught, people get emboldened, and you get copycats. That's just basic psychology."

Nate took the bowl from his older sister and spooned his own serving of mashed potatoes, doing his best to pretend he wasn't interested in the conversation at all. He was sitting around the dinner table with his mom and sister (his father was away on a business trip,) and like everyone else in the town of Dampton, they were discussing the missing shrinkies. It had been two weeks since the disappearance of Hope Fisher, a college student who'd suffered a bad case of the shrinking virus, making her the second local "shrinky" to go missing in Dampton since Alice Grayson, a high school student who'd been reported missing just two months prior. Though two was hardly a trend, the brewings of hysteria were already in the air, and the locals were abuzz with anxious gossip.

All save one: Nate. Nate was staying out of the discourse, doing his best to keep his head low and his mouth shut. Because while everyone in Dampton suspected the cause of Hope Fisher's disappearance, he knew their suspicions to be true: she'd been eaten alive. He knew this of course, because he was responsible.

"I still just don't see why anyone would do something so terrible..." Nate's mother shook her head disapprovingly. "We didn't used to have to worry about this sort of thing."

Nate gripped the serving spoon a little tighter, cringing inwardly. Terrible...yes, he supposed that was an accurate way to describe what he'd done when he'd given Hope Fisher to his friend Becca, knowing she'd wanted to try swallowing a shrinky. And as for the why, well, he'd thought it would turn him on. And it had, and if he was honest, it still did when he relived the memory in his head of watching Becca toy with the tiny girl before swallowing her down. It was possibly the most erotic experience of his life. 

But the feeling easily faded when out in the real world, surrounded the aftermath of his and Becca's actions. In the past week Nate had been gripped by guilt and paranoia, acutely aware of how completely he'd been thinking with his dick and not his brain. God, how easily he could have completely ruined his life by getting caught...what if his mom had found Hope's jar in his room that night? What if he'd been caught by security cameras taking her from the mall? And stupidest of all, him and Becca had texted about it afterward! He'd poured over the conversation anxiously over the past several days, and while they never mentioned Hope by name, it would be easy enough to connect the two via timing and context clues.

He did feel some guilt over Hope herself, too. It turned out her family only lived a couple blocks from his, and Hope's little sister actually went to his school! He had to change the channel any time he saw their sad and worried faces being interviewed on TV, but if one of his family members had the remote he'd have to block it out or leave the room discretely. 

"Mom, we live in a different world post-shrinking virus, the social order is completely fractured from the lockdowns alone," May explained, pushing a few strands of her long auburn hair behind her ear. "I read a research paper that explained the whole thing; shrinkies are a living memory artifact of the virus, and part of the reason the populace so easily dehumanizes them is as a subconscious coping mechanism. It's just an extremely carnal form of closure these individuals are seeking." 

Nate grimaced as he listened to his prim and proper perfect sister delight in the sound of her own voice as she usually did. May was five years older than Nate at 23, having graduated with a major in psychology two years ago that she never stopped reminding those around her about. She'd been living at home with them since, allegedly just until she could find real employment. Lately her psych ramblings had taken on a new flavor of torture for Nate, however. Every time it was a reminder that Hope had been majoring in psychology, not that she'd ever finish now.

"Well, I still think it's awful. We just need to keep prayers of thanks in our hearts that nobody in this family was affected," Nate's mom sighed, nodding to her children. She stopped and stared at Nate in surprise. "Nathaniel!"

Nate blinked to attention, looking at his mom and sister in confusion.

"Hey dweeber, got enough mash there?" May teased, nodding at his plate.

Nate looked down and in horror saw he'd shoveled about half the bowl of mashed potatoes on his plate in his anxious daze. Oh god, he was really cracking. How much longer could he keep this up?

"I, uh..." Nate began, but thankfully the table's attention was pulled away to the next room by the sound of the front door opening. A moment later, a young woman in a checkered flannel and black beanie walked in. Her dyed blue hair was curt short in a fierce wolf cut, a silver septum piercing hung from her nostrils, and dark eyeliner with purple accents surrounded her piercing green eyes, a deep contrast to her snow pale skin.

"Sorry, I know I'm kinda early," she apologized, looking as uncomfortable as she did out of place in such a vanilla and suburban household.

"Oh, Juniper! Join us, please!" Nate's mother smiled, getting up to hug Juniper (or "June" as she actually preferred to be called.)

June was one of May's old high school friends, and they'd recently reconnected since May had moved home from university. Nate still wasn't quite used to her modern look. Both her and May had sported a "scene" light-gothy aesthetic in high school, and seemingly ever since their fashion senses had driven apart to the opposite extremes. May had cleaned up to a more professional look, and June was more alternative than ever. Nate felt the slightest twinge of awkwardness as her sparkling green eyes met his, his memory jumping back to when he'd been 11 and she'd been 16, back when her hair was still blonde with only streaks of blue, though she'd worn just as much eye liner. He'd had something of a crush on her back then.

"Thanks, but I already I ate. I can sit though." June finished the hug and pulled up a chair next to May. She looked over at Nate and grinned. "Got enough taters there, bucko?"

"That's what I said!" May cackled.

"Ha, ha, ha...hilarious," Nate muttered as his face turned red. "What were we talking about again?" he asked, hoping to change the subject. Less than a second later he realized his mistake. You fucking idiot...

"We were talking the collective psychic trauma society is working its way out of, and what we can learn from it," May explained.

"Huh?" June blinked.

"The grisly business in the news," Nate's mom explained with a tired sigh.

"Oh," June nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment before grinning mischievously. "Why, you guys think you know who did it?"

Nate coughed, practically choking halfway through his latest sip of water. June grinned and pointed at him. "Right this way officers, we got him."

Nate kept coughing, trying to dislodge the water from his windpipe. Even though she was only teasing, she couldn't have picked a more triggering gag at his expense.

"No, I raised my kids right in this house," Nate's mom shook her head. "They know the difference between right and wrong, they'd never even think of it."

May turned to June and rolled her eyes out of her mother's view. June laughed and continued to watch Nate cough and sputter.

"I dunno..." she said, "I remember what Nate was like as a little kid. I wouldn't put anything past that little spaz..."




"Hey Nate, wait up!"

Nate turned to see Becca hurrying towards him from down the hall, shoving her textbooks into her bag as she ran. Watching her slender legs move in her torn jean shorts and the bright smile between her lips sent his heart aflutter. His feelings for her were still extremely confusing, but it was a welcome change from the dread that had haunted him for the past week. When he was around her, it all had a tendency to melt away.

It might have had something to do with the aura of confidence the brunette seemed to exude. Unlike Nate, Becca hardly seemed fazed by the media circus surrounding Hope's likely demise in the belly of a beast, despite her being the beast in question. She wasn't being stupid about it at least, but she wasn't exactly being cautious either. More than once since that night, she'd made thinly veiled jokes about the incident just a bit too loud for Nate's liking, and she'd developed a cute but anxiety inducing habit of patting her stomach subtly when they passed the "MISSING" posters of Hope posted in the school hallways, often making sure to wink at Nate while doing so. Nate was beginning to suspect she actually enjoyed her infamous alter ego as the boogeyman of Dampton.

"Sup?" Nate asked as she finally caught up to him through the sifting crowd of students.

"Not too much," she sidled up alongside him and began matching his pace down the hallway. "Just got out of third period, and you know how that can be..."

Oh god. Possibly among the most shocking and ironic reveals of the past two weeks was that Beth shared a class Casey Fisher, the girl he'd seen running in the mall. Hope's little sister.

"I can't believe you literally sit right behind her and you didn't notice..." Nate muttered in disbelief, lowering his voice slightly.

"How was I supposed to know she had a sister? And it's a pretty common last name...though now that I know, the resemblance is pretty obvious." She grinned leaned right into Nate as she almost whispered in his ear, "Honestly if I accidentally stare at the back of her head for too long, I feel my mouth watering..."

She giggled as Nate got visibly uncomfortable, pulling away. "Becca..!"

"Oh, and can you guess who the teacher tried to pair me with for the group project?" 

He turned to her, stunned. "...No..!"

"Yes! I know!!" Becca replied, pushing Nate back slightly to emphasize her point. "Dude, I was barely able to convince the teacher to pair me and Amy up instead...so awkward!"

"Yeah, that would be...rough."

"Seriously, it's bad enough she acts so mopey all the time, but I'd feel weird just eating snacks around her and stuff. I would've died..."

"Why, what's up?"

Nate and Becca turned to see Amy hurry up alongside them. When they didn't immediately reply, she pressed again. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Uh, sports," Nate said quickly.

"Politics," Becca said at the same time.

Amy stared at them quizzically for a moment, then fixed her gaze solely on Nate. He gulped as he watched her eyes narrow.

Though the three of them hung out from time to time, Amy was really Becca's friend, and Nate had always gotten the vibe that for some reason she didn't care for him much. It made sense in a way, that if Becca liked him that Amy wouldn't, because in many ways Amy was Becca's opposite. While Becca was wild, thin, pale, and let her long dark hair hang down, Amy was more reserved and keen to follow the rules. She often kept her golden blonde hair tied up in a ponytail or a bun, and she had a kind round face with slightly tan skin. While she was far from chubby, Amy's build was also far more substantial than Becca despite being the shorter girl, sporting wider hips and thighs, and considerably larger breasts. As Nate took just a moment to eye the tan cleavage poking out of her top, he considered that perhaps she didn't like him because she'd caught him looking before.

"You guys have been weird lately, you know that?"

"Have we?" Nate asked, playing dumb.

"Yeah." Amy's gaze was still fixed on the boy.

"Relax Ames, it was just an inside joke," Becca explained. Nice save.

"Uh-huh," Amy nodded. She'd resumed walking with them but she still looked skeptical.

"But before that Becca was telling me you guys go paired together in class," Nate continued, trying to ride the momentum.

"Oh yeah, you know she almost got paired with Casey Fisher?" Amy was more animated now, it looked like maybe they'd thrown her off their trail. "Oof, that poor girl. I wouldn't want to group with her either though, I don't imagine she'd be a very helpful partner. I mean how could you focus on homework, knowing your sister was inside someone's stomach?"

"To be fair, by now she's in the sewers..." Becca muttered innocently, the slightest smile creeping on her face. 

Nate twitched but tried not to show it. How could someone be so infuriatingly careless, yet so cute?

"Ugh, gross Becca..." Amy scrunched her face into a frown. But Nate thought he caught the hint of a smile on her face a moment later. He supposed she had find Becca somewhat amusing for them to be such good friends.

Amy and Becca quickly began talking about girly things Nate had no interest in, and he found himself tuning them out as he walked. Instead he listened to the ambient chatter of the students around him, scanning the sea of gossip and bullshit for anything of interest. It wasn't long before his ears zeroed in on something especially shocking:

"...but yeah, it's obvious who it was, if you know about them. That Fisher girl never stood a chance once they got their hands on her."

Nate's heart skipped. He slowed his stride as his eyes identified the source of the voice. Leaned up against some nearby lockers was a classmate of his, Juan, talking to Heather, another classmate of his, while she dug through her locker.

"Hey, I'll catch up..." Nate said faintly, fallout of step with Becca and Amy. The girls didn't even seem to notice, continuing forward with their high pitched chatter. Cautiously and casually, Nate approached them, then bent over as if he were pretending to tie his shoe.

"So what, you know who ate her?" Heather asked, leaning out from her locker to give Juan a skeptical look. 

"Well, no..." Juan admitted, rubbing the back of his head. Phew... "...but whoever it was, I know who they got it from." FUCK.

Nate was making an absolute mess of his shoelaces as his nerves felt electric. Did he know? How the fuck could he know?

"They got 'em from 'The Spider.'" Juan said, twitching his fingers in front of his face like spider legs for emphasis.

"Who's the Spider?" Nate asked, surprising even himself as he stood up.

"Wha..? Oh, hey Nate," Juan blinked in his direction. For a second it seemed like he wasn't actually going to explain now that Nate had butted in on their private conversation.

"Well, who is it?" Heather pressed, finally done going through her locker. Juan grinned now that he finally had her attention. He gestured for Nate to come closer and spoke to them in a dramatic whisper.

"I heard about it from my cousin. They say they're like a drug dealer, but for shrinkies," he explained, "you go to this one corner store downtown, you buy some spearmint gum, then you ask the guy behind the counter to show you the 'jumping beans,' and he'll take you to meet the Spider..." he repeated their title with excessive fanfare. "Then if you got the cash, the Spider will sell you whatever kind of shrinky you want, to do with what you want."

"Yeah, right..." Heather rolled her eyes and began walking away.

"Hey, it's true!" Juan called after her. "You callin' my cousin a liar or somethin-"

"So what's the name of the corner store?"

Juan turned to see Nate still there, waiting patiently. Juan leaned back, straightened his jacket, and smiled.




Nate stared at the street view of the address on his laptop. The more he thought about it, the more it sounded like bullshit. A drug dealer for shrinkies? How would something like that even work? The corner store was definitely on the sketchier side of downtown. It felt infinitely more likely that he'd show up and get mugged by Juan's cousin than encounter this mysterious "Spider."

And yet, this was the best and only lead he'd ever had for locating shrinkies. He'd gone back to the mall two times since he'd found Hope there, but predictably he hadn't manage to stumble across one again. The mall being mentioned on the news as Hope's last known location made him nervous anyway, and he quickly decided it was wise to stop going there for a while.

God, what was he thinking even entertaining this? Even if it somehow was legit, hadn't he learned his lesson the first time? The short term thrill wasn't worth the long term stress...

Nate's phone buzzed. It was from Becca: a video message with no context. Curious, he clicked the play button.

The video started with a closeup of a gummy bear pinched between Becca's fingers. "Oh no! Please don't eat me!" Becca called out in a squeaky voice from somewhere off screen, wiggling the candy bear back and forth to make it look like it was the one talking. The phone camera then pulled back as Becca held the gummy bear over her open mouth, singing out "Aaaaah..!" as she did so. Finally she plopped the candy in her mouth, sucked on it for a second, looked into the camera and swallowed, not breaking eye contact. As soon as the bulge passed down her throat, she opened her mouth and brought the camera close, pointing it right at her white teeth and gaping throat. She held it there for a moment before losing composure and giggling wildly, the video cutting off as her face halfway blurred off screen.

Fuck.

Nate groaned in annoyance as he quickly came to terms with the embarrassing fact that he was about to jack off to a video of his friend eating a gummy bear. It was almost depressing, was this his life now? Was he this much of a slave to this new lust? If he was going to debase himself like this, it might as well be the real thing. That might have been fucked up, but this was just...sad.

Nate looked back at the corner store on the screen. 

Maybe he'd just pop by…




The bell on the door rang as Nate walked into the store. It looked like your typical, rundown corner store on the inside, definitely not a place Nate would normally find himself shopping. Thankfully he was the only one in the store besides a young middle eastern woman behind the counter texting on her phone. Nate grabbed a pack of spearmint gum off one of the shelves, and approached the counter. Shit, didn't Juan say it was supposed to be a guy behind  the counter? Thing were already derailing. He felt his palms growing sweaty. Oh well, moment of truth. Either this worked, or he completely embarrassed himself and never came back here.

The woman scanned the gum without a word, barely registering Nate's existence. As he watched her throw it into a plastic bag, he worked up the courage to speak. "Uh...could I see your jumping beans..?"

The woman stopped and stared at him like he was the stupidest person on the face of the earth. She's not wrong, he thought to himself as he realized he'd been had.

"Never mind-" he began, but she interrupted him pointing to a door behind the counter.

"Through there, knock on the door at the end of the hall four times," she instructed emotionlessly, before handing him his bag of gum.

Stunned, Nate walked around the counter rigidly and without a word, doing as he was told. It was dark in the cramped hallway behind the store floor, with a dark red carpet that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in far too long. Before Nate even reached the metal door at the end of the hall, he could already smell the scent of marijuana.

Reaching the door, he knocked four times. A moment later there was a clicking noise, and without any other instruction, Nate opened it and stepped into the room. Time to meet the Spider...

The stench of weed increased tenfold once inside the room, and there was a visible fog in the air from the wafting smoke. Nate had only tried smoking weed a couple times at parties, but otherwise he didn't touch it. The skunky smell was a bit overwhelming to him.

Any reaction he had to the room's odor vanished as soon has he saw the person waiting for him in the room. Sitting at a cluttered metal desk was his sister's friend June, her short blue hair hanging back over the top of her chair as she leaned back into it lazily. Now that she wasn't wearing her checkered flannel, he could appreciate the intricate sleeve tattoo sprawling down her arm. She shot upright when she saw him, practically spitting the blunt out of her mouth.

"Nate! What the fuck?" she gasped before hurrying to put out the dropped cigarillo. 

"June..?" Nate stammered, dumbfounded. "What are you doing here? Where's the Spider..?"

She stared at him for a second longer then snorted out a laugh. She leaned back in her chair and pointed two enthusiastic thumbs at herself. "You're lookin' at her, kid."

"Is this like, a prank?" he asked, taking a seat in front of the desk.

"I was about to ask you the same thing," she said, kicking her bare feet up onto the desk and smiling at him. "Shit, I was only joking with you at dinner the other day, I didn't really think you were one of those weirdos that ate people. Does May know?"

"I don't eat people!" Nate insisted.

"Oh, so you're one of the ones that likes to keep them as little pets? Honestly, I think you guys are even weirder..."

"None of that is why I'm here!" Nate was getting flustered. Ever since he was a kid, June had been good at pushing his buttons. "And who are you to talk, you're some kind of dealer for shrinkies?"

"Dealer of shrinkies," June corrected him, spinning in her chair. "Big difference."

"How does that work? Where do you even get them?" he asked.

"I have a source, all I can say," she explained. "Trade secret, you get it."

Nate shook his head in disbelief. This was too surreal. But either way, it was happening. Might as well roll with it.

"So let’s say I want to buy one, how much is it?"

"Well, that's kind of tricky," June continued to spin in her office chair. "You see, we're actually cleaned out right now...turns out missing shrinkies on the news is good for business. Suddenly everyone wants to try it..."

Nate's heart sunk. All out...

"Wish you'd come by yesterday, we actually had one left, this dweeby looking guy that nobody wanted. Didn't think he was gonna move, so I had to re-home him..." As her chair spun around to face Nate again, he saw that she was lifting her band t-shirt up just enough to expose her pale stomach. She smiled at him and gave it a pat, just to make her point clear.

"You mean you..." Nate stared at her stomach intently.

"Yep..." June grinned forward towards Nate across the desk, resting her chin in her palms, "...I'm one of those weirdos that eats people." She opened her mouth and clacked her teeth together menacingly for good measure.

Nate couldn't believe it. He'd come here to find a shrinky for his current crush to eat, and here he was, face to face with his childhood crush, explaining that she'd just eaten someone. He thought back to that 16 year old scene girl he'd stared longingly at in his sister's bedroom. Who would have thought that years later who knows how many tiny people would meet their end inside her stomach...

"But if you want, you can put a deposit down and I'll reserve you one when we've got 'em back in stock." 

June's words snapped Nate back to reality.

"Really?"

"Yeah, potentially got a big batch coming in, just gotta work out the logistics with the source..."

"How much?" Nate asked excitedly.

"Hm, for you?" June eyed him with amusement. "$850. Friends and family discount."

Nate's heart sunk again. He'd grabbed all the cash he could find in his room before coming here, and he only had just over $90. "Seriously, that's the discount? I can't afford that, that's so much!"

"Uh, it's pretty cheap when you consider the risk on my end," June gave him a stern look. "You think I wanna go to jail over eight hundred bucks if you get caught? It's the best deal you're ever going to get, Nate."

Nate sighed. So it was back to the gummy bears after all. "Isn't there any way you can help me out for cheaper..?"

June eyed him for a few quiet moments. She frowned, reached for her discarded blunt and took a drag, looking to be caught in deep and conflicting thought.

"Ah, fuck it," she said, exhaling the smoke into Nate's face, causing him to cough wildly. "I need some extra hands on this next job anyway, if you help me out with this I'll cop you one, on the house."

"Really??" Nate asked between coughing fits.

"Sure, I'll swing by your place in the morning around 6. Be out on the sidewalk when I get there, and don't be late," she instructed before taking another hit of the blunt. "I'll explain everything on the way..."

She cursed as the blunt slipped out of her fingers with an overly enthusiastic flick of her wrist. She stood up and exhaled an annoyed grunt. "One of those days..." Turning around, she bent over to fish it off the ground, and Nate's eyes were drawn to the pale exposed flesh where her shirt pulled away.

There at the small of her back, just above where the top of her blue thong stuck out from her butt crack, was an equal parts menacing and intricate tattoo of a black spider.




True to her word, June showed up at six. She pulled up to the curb in a beat-up looking old van. Nate felt a bit more nervous seeing her driving in such a piece of junk; even his car was nicer than that. Hopping in shotgun, Nate noticed that June was wearing sunglasses already, even though the sun was barely rising. 

She gave him a small smile and took off down the road without a word, the car radio blasting loud punk music from June's phone. Nate looked into the back seat. There were two big black dufflebags sitting on it. Before he could even ask what they were for, his eyes were drawn to movement in the cupholder between him and June. A shrinky!

Sitting at the bottom of the cupholder was a tiny Latina girl looking up at Nate with an annoyed expression. She looked like she'd probably be a pretty small thing even at her regular size, but as Nate studied the tiny tanned girl, he concluded she was probably 2 to 3 years older than he was.

"I thought you said you didn't have anymore?" Nate asked, still staring at the tiny brown skinned girl.

"Oh, Rosa? Nah, she's not product, kid." June explained with a smile. "You're looking at my source."

"How is a shrinky your source for other shrinkies?" Nate asked, unable to take his eyes off the tiny girl. She looked even more annoyed at him, if that was possible.

"What, you think because I'm little, I'm useless?" Rosa barked up at him.

"I didn't mean..."

"That's actually the genius of it, nobody sees it coming," June explained, keeping her eyes on the road. "You see, most shrinkies are hard to find because they're scared of everybody. For good reason, really. But who's the one person a shrinky's got nothing to fear from? Another shrinky!"

"So how do you actually get them?"

"All kindsa ways," June continued. "Basically Rosa is my foot in the door. Lotta catfishing mostly: Rosa sets up a meetup, the shrinky's handler confirms she's actually meeting a shrinky, and I make my move when they're alone. Sometimes she gets invited to events catered to shrinkies too, or like shrinky rights gatherings. When she can get me into those I can really make a big score."

"And she's really okay with that? Helping you snatch other shrinkies?" Nate asked, still staring down at Rosa.

"Hey! You wanna stop talking about me like I'm not here, asshole?" Rosa called up to him. "And for your information, I look out for one person and one person only: me. Shrinkies aint some race or culture I gotta be loyal to, we're just a bunch of unlucky bitches who got fucked up by that damn virus. You gotta do what you have to to survive in this life, if they get caught that's their problem."

"Preach, sister," June nodded.

"So that's how you got into this?" Nate asked.

"Pretty much," June shrugged. "Just sort of fell into it. I was at the movies and I found Rosa on the floor in the ladies room. I'd had one shrinky before at a party a couple months earlier, and I'd liked it, so I decided, fuck it, I'll eat her."

Nate glanced down as he heard Rosa cursing quietly in Spanish.

"But then she tells me she's there with a whole group of shrinkies, it's like an outreach thing, taking them to the movies or some shit. And with her help I'm able to snatch up like four of the others while the chaperone is distracted. I ate good that night..." June bit her lip, reminiscing fondly. "To be honest, I was just gonna eat her after anyway, but she made some pretty good points about how she could keep doing this for me, and pretty soon I've got enough of the little buggers that I'm selling them and making good money. Before I know it we're in business. Been doing it for a little under a year now, and it's a good gig for both of us. She gets her cut, and more importantly, she gets to stay out of my belly."

Ah, there it was. Nate looked down at the tiny Latina with some sympathy. She was trying to hide it, but there was definite fear there, lurking under the surface. So it wasn't totally a willing business venture after all. He knew there was something about a regular person and a shrinky working together like this that didn't add up. The world didn't work that way, not when the power dynamic was so one sided. As much as June acted like Rosa was her partner, they both knew that if Rosa ever said no she'd be taking a one way trip into the Spider's body.

"Anyway, today's job is a first for us: a hospital." June explained. "There's one a couple towns over that started up quietly, specializes in treating shrinkies."

Nate had never considered that shrinkies might need their own specialized hospitals and doctors, but the more he thought about it it made sense. There were probably all kinds of things about shrinkies he and other regular people never thought about.

"Your job's easy. I've got some wigs and glasses in the back there," June nodded back to the dufflebags. "You're Rosa's brother rushing her in for an emergency, and I'm the nurse helping you. As soon as we're past the front desk, I'll find an opening to slip away and do my thing. You've just gotta keep the doctor busy."

"Are they really going to believe I'm her brother? We don't look that much alike..."

"The whole idea is they don't get a good look at us. In and out quick. Trust me, just play your part, and there'll be no problems."

Nate was starting to get nervous now that he knew the actual "plan" but he'd already come this far, so he relented. The drive was a long and boring two hours, but eventually they arrived. June parked across the street from the building, and the two of them emerged in their disguises. Nate had a black haired wig and thick rimmed glasses, while June wore a nurse's uniform, a long blonde wig and sunglasses. She also flipped her septum piercing up into her nostrils to hide it. 

Nate was surprised by the size of the building; it was probably the smallest hospital he'd ever seen. But then again, he supposed a hospital for shrinkies didn't need to be very big.

"Don't I look like a total prep?" June giggled to Nate, flipping her fake hair slightly.

"I remember your old hair used to look kind of like that," he pointed out.

"Ugh, as if..."

Nate took a deep breath as they approached the building. Alright, it was go time.




Nate burst into the hospital waiting room, clutching rosa in his open palms. "Help! My sister needs help, I think she's dying!" Rosa, playing her part, was twitching wildly in his grip, even foaming at the mouth slightly. She was a pretty good actress, he thought.

"We need to get this one to the ER, stat!" June called out behind him, pushing him forward by the shoulders past the front desk. 

Several tiny people and their regular sized companions gasped and stared in shock at the scene from around the waiting room. Only the woman behind the desk briefly moved to stop them, but she hesitated, perhaps reconsidering that she might be hindering an emergency if she interfered. Holy shit, it actually was that easy.

June hurried them into a patient's room across the hall, and peeked back out into the hallway. "Alright, it's hunting time. Just stay here and if a doctor comes in, keep him busy. I'll be back." And with that she slipped away.

Nate waited in silence in the room, Rosa still sitting in his palm. She was no longer faking a seizure, saving her energy in case she had to perform again. Instead she was sitting hunched over, with her arms wrapped around her knees. He could tell she was trying to look calm, but her nerves were as obvious as his.

Nate blushed slightly as he realized Rosa sitting on his palm meant in a way he was touching her ass. Almost involuntarily he shifted the surface of his palm slightly under her, trying to feel the tiny bumps of her proportionally healthy butt cheeks. There wasn't much to feel at her size, but just the idea of getting to feel up this older Latina girl's ass openly stirred some stiffness in his pants. If she noticed, she didn't react. He supposed she was probably painfully accustomed to being handled at this point. 

"Shrinky hospitals..." Nate muttered, breaking the silence as he looked about the room. There were all kinds of itty bitty instruments and tools on the shelves. "Do you think if we get caught there's some kind of tiny prison they'll send you to?"

"Psh, if we get caught I'm saying you bozos forced me," Rosa explained. "No way I'm getting locked up for this dumb shit."

"Probably a good call," Nate chuckled. "Don't worry I won't rat you out."

"Thanks," she replied without looking at him. But he thought he detected the slightest hint of laughter in her reply.

Both of them jumped slightly as a scream echoed from somewhere inside the building. Not a moment later, June rushed into the room and grabbed Nate by the arm. "We've gotta go – now!"

There was a commotion in the hall as doctors and nurses rushed through towards the screams. "My daughter! My daughter is missing!"

Unfortunately for the hospital, the commotion worked in heister's favor, and they were able to use it the chaos to slip out the front door unnoticed, rushing across the street to June's van.

"Woo! Holy shit!" June laughed, hopping behind the wheel and firing up the engine. She tossed off her wig and sunglasses behind her and hit the gas, loud punk music once again blasting from the speakers. Nate couldn't believe she was actually laughing, his heart was still pounding out of his chest. As the final piece of her transformation, June flipped her septum piercing back out so it was visible again.

They were already shooting down the road at high speed, the hospital block a distant speck in the rearview. "Hahaha, good work everybody! Oh man, that was a close one! But feast you eyes on this!" She reached down the front of her shirt and pulled out a plastic baggie from between her breasts. Inside were a dozen tiny people squirming together in the tight confines and screaming in fright and confusion.

"Oh fuck," Nate gasped.

He watched as various shrinkies looked to him and June, not sure who to be more afraid of. A few of them noticed Rosa in the cupholder below them, calling out to her for help. But the tiny Latina simply crossed her arms and turned away, refusing to meet their gaze. Though she was trying to act tough, Nate was pretty sure he caught her tremble.

"C'mon, lets do one right now, both us!" June grinned at Nate excitedly, already digging her fingers into the bag, much to the dismay of the shrinkies inside. Nate just sat petrified as he watched her fish a tiny girl out of the bag. There was something about June's current manic state that was kind of frightening to him, and yet he felt a familiar stiffness in his jeans.

June held the shrinky up to Nate's face. "C'mon, pop her in! We'll gulp 'em down together, to celebrate!" Nate looked at the tiny dangling girl, still stunned. She was fairly pretty, with a slender athletic frame strawberry blonde hair tied back in a ponytail behind her head. She looked like she was about his age, give or take a year. She was writhing frantically in June's grip, shaking her head at Nate as tears poured down her face, pleading with him not to. Jesus, his life had really become fucked up recently.

"I-I told you, I don't want to eat them!" Nate insisted, leaning his head away. He was pretty sure he could hear the tiny girl sobbing, "thank you..! thank you..!"

"What! I thought you were just saying that!" June shouted, her eyes darting between Nate and the road as she continued to dangle the shrinky in front of him. "Then why do you even want to buy one??"

"Because it's for someone else! I want to give it to them!" He shouted, leaning back further as June pushed the girl closer to his face.

"Oh." She remarked, suddenly looking thoughtfully out at the road as she pulled the girl away. She then turned to Nate and smirked knowingly. "It's for a girl, isn't it?"

"Yeah..." Nate sighed, looking away. There was no use denying it with such a long drive ahead of them.

"Aw, I think that's sweet!" June cooed. "I'm sure she'll love it Nate!"

"I hope so..." now that June was acting less crazy, his body was finally allowing him to relax. 

"She'll love it, trust me..." June nodded sweetly. She then proceeded to lift the tiny blonde girl in front of her face, smiling smugly at her. "...girls love eating shrinkies."

The tiny girl screamed as June parted her lips in front of her, her long pink tongue snaking out to greet her. Nate stared mesmerized as June held her there and slid her saliva drenched tongue slowly up the girl's body. The shrinky did her best to protest and push the probing tongue away, but it was so much larger and stronger than her. The tip of the giant's tongue finally reached girl's face, and June held there, poking and prodding at her little face until she was coughing and choking on June's saliva. June giggled and retracted her tongue into her mouth, still holding the girl in place. 

"Mmm," she hummed appreciatively. 

Using her elbow to brace the wheel, she reached under the dash and pulled out a small vape, taking a deep hit from the device. Removing the vape from her lips, she parted them just slightly and exhaled the hit over the tiny girl slowly, completely saturating the now coughing shrinky in her breath and secondhand smoke. She then opened her mouth again and loomed closer to the tiny blonde, causing her to panic and writhe harder. But June stopped just short, and instead clacked her teeth together menacing just before her, slowly pulled away, then repeated the process a couple more times, the tiny girl's cries growing more shrill with every clack of the giant's teeth.

Nate couldn't believe his eyes. Jesus, she was such a bad bitch, and reveling in it. His sister's friend had always had some edge to her, even as a teen, but this was on another level. Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised. She was literally a pro at this, after all.

"Oh I can already tell you're going to be a good one, nice and feisty..." June cooed cruelly at the tiny girl. "I'm guessing you're not too thrilled about the idea of being trapped inside my belly, huh? Not that I blame you, it's not going to be much fun for you in there..."

June opened her mouth again and brought the girl closer, a cruel, excited laugh escaping her throat as she looked like she was finally going to pop the girl inside. But as the tiny blonde reached the entrance to her lips, June stopped in surprise as she felt a tugging at her nostrils. She looked into the rearview mirror and laughed in surprise as she realized what had happened. The shrinky was gripping onto her septum ring for dear life with both hands, trying to stop her trajectory into June's mouth. However surprising both Nate and the shrinky both, June didn't try to pry her loose or force her between her lips. Instead she released her grip on the girl's waist, and the tiny blonde yelped as she suddenly found herself dangling loosely in front of the giant's lips, her grip on the nose ring the only thing stopping her from plummeting through the air.

"Check this out..!" June laughed, turning to Nate and pointing to the dangling shrinky.




"Help! Somebody please, help!!" Kaylee screamed, dangling from the woman's nose ring for dear life.

This was all so, so wrong. Just minutes ago she'd been at the doctor's, waiting for her physician to return to the room. It was just a basic check up to get caught up on vaccines. Kaylee didn't take chances with vaccines anymore, after the shrinking virus. But now she'd wished she'd put it off, even if just for a day. Maybe then she wouldn't have been snatched from the room by this terrifying woman and shoved into a cramped bag full of panicked shrinkies. Maybe then she wouldn't be about to be devoured.

"Oh, do you really think that'll save you?" the giant's voice boomed just before her. "You can't hold on forever..."

Kaylee sobbed as the giant's stale breath washed over her with every word, the scent of weed still strongly present. Kaylee hated the smell of weed. Kaylee looked up at the silver ring she held in a death grip, up into the dark nostrils that loomed over her. It was true what the woman said, she could already feel her arms getting tired.

She really couldn't believe she wasn't even going to finish high school--she was supposed to graduate this year! Her parents had even pulled her out to finish the semester remotely for her own safety, and she'd persevered through the lonely work. All that time spent studying in her room in the hopes of getting into a good college, all the while enduring the constant cyber bullying from ex-classmates, messaging her about how much they'd enjoy swallowing her down...all of it was going to be for nothing if she didn't figure something out fast.

Kaylee tried to brace her foot on the giant's lower lip for support, but the woman seemed to intentionally shift it to frustrate Kaylee's effort, pucker her huge lips together to kiss tauntingly at the blonde's dangling body.

"Stop it!" Kaylee cried out, twisting her face as far as she could away from the puckered lips. She whined in disgust a she felt the enormous lips stick slightly to her skin where they made contact before pulling away, the giant's red lipstick leaving a slight crimson smear on her flesh. 

Kaylee yelped as she felt something brush against her side, looking down to see the black vape pen the woman was nudging her aside with as she brought it to her lips. "Please stop..." Kaylee begged as she helplessly watched the giant casually and slowly inhale the pungent vapor. Her tormentor's only response was to exhale the hit through her nose, her red lips smirking smugly as Kaylee choked on the warm vapor expelling from her flared nostrils. Kaylee whined weakly between coughs as she felt her grip on the silver hoop begin to loosen. The combination of the sweat on her palms and the humidity from the exhaled vapor was making the smooth surface of the nose ring perilously slick. 

Kaylee felt her fingers finally slip. She cried out and clenched her eyes shut as she prepared to plummet, determined that if she was going to fall to her death, she at least wouldn't see it coming. But to Kaylee's surprise, her descent was quickly cut short, and she blinked her eyes open as she felt her butt land on something warm and wet. To her horror, she found herself sitting on the woman's long, outstretched tongue, staring directly into to the pink and glistening cavern that was her eager, waiting mouth.

"Oh no! Oh shit!" Kaylee shouted as she felt the bumpy and slimy tongue beneath her begin to quickly retract into the woman's mouth. She scrambled to flip around onto her hands and knees, her every instinct crying out for her to fling herself off this disgusting tongue and away from the woman's maw, the consequences of the fall be damned. But she wasn't nearly quick enough, only just reaching the tongue's tip when the enormous teeth and lips closed shut in front of her, sealing her in humid darkness.

Kaylee screamed as the woman's tongue wasted no time to commence tasting her, shoving her upwards and pinning her body against her hard palate, warm saliva already surging through the cavern and all over Kaylee's squirming body. The tiny girl shrieked repeatedly in panic as the writhing tongue pressed and shoved her about the woman's mouth, her cries only pausing briefly to occasionally cough out the woman's disgusting spit.

"MMMMMMM..." the cavern roared around her. "OHHH, YESHHH..." 

Kaylee blinked madly as the glimpses of bright light assaulted her eyes through the woman's mouth as she spoke. It was a cruel peek at the outside world she had taken for granted, that she might soon never see again.

The tiny spit-soaked girl tried to claw her way forward, but her every effort was easily thwarted by the powerful muscles of the woman's tongue, always forcing her into a new and terrible corner of the giant's mouth. Kaylee shrieked especially loud as she was pushed between the woman's giant white molars, fearing for a moment that she was about to be mashed apart by the fearsome teeth. Instead, they came down softly, simply gnawing on her body gently to inspire a further frightened response. It was quite effective, and Kaylee continued to shriek as the massive molars lightly pressed her from both sides.

There was another brief flash of light as the woman snickered around her, and the tormenting tongue forced her back to the center of the woman's mouth, and then back towards her throat. It didn't take Kaylee long to realize what was happening as she felt her back legs slip over the edge of the tongue and into more cramped quarters, the woman's hot and marijuana stinking breath washing directly over her back. 

"NO! No please! Don't..!" Kaylee begged desperately as the tongue finished pushing her backwards, crying out in fear as a terrible gulp forced her body down through a tight and slimy tube into the woman's body.




"Ooh, hell yeah..." June moaned, touching her throat gingerly as she felt the bulge that was the shrinky pass through it. She closed her eyes contentedly for a moment, taking another quick hit from her vape pen before exhaling it through her nose. "That never gets old."

Nate wasn't certain, but he suspected there was at least a little pre-cum in his boxers. Jesus Christ, what a show!

He gazed down at June's slim midsection, his imagination racing. He knew logically that the young blonde girl was currently landing somewhere inside, but it was crazy how you'd never suspect it from where he sat. June could've walked through a busy crowd or even in front of a news camera as she currently was, and no one would be any the wiser that she had a captive prisoner in her gut. The effect was only amplified by the total disregard June was showing the girl, her contented gaze lazily fixed on the road ahead of her. It was like as soon as she'd swallowed, any thoughts of the shrinky had completely left June's mind.

"Do you still feel her?" Nate asked, mesmerized.

"'Course," June replied casually, smiling over at him. "No surprise there since she was a squirrely one, but no matter how tough or brave they try to act on the outside, I've never had a shrinky that didn't start kicking like crazy once they're in your belly. I guess something about realizing you're inside a person's stomach just causes something in their little brains to snap." She snickered quietly at the thought, then returned her eyes to the road. "I've just learned not to give them the satisfaction. Better to let them stew in there for a bit while they accept that they're just my food now. Might give her some attention later if she behaves..." She flashed Nate a sly grin.

Nate blushed and looked away, trying not to make his arousal too obvious. June's approach and outlook on shrinky swallowing was totally different than Becca's in a way, but no less erotic to him. As the panic he'd felt as the hospital faded away, he was more and more grateful he'd gone along with June's plan. He'd gotten way more than he'd bargained for out of this deal.

"I guess you have a lot of experience," Nate remarked looking out the window as he tried to will his boner away. "How many have you, y'know, had?"

"Hmmm," June hummed thoughtfully, staring out at the road. "I think this makes number seventeen."

"Wow." Nate was impressed.

"Well, eighteen if you count the one I shoved up my butt," she giggled. 

Nate whipped around in shock. "You what?!"

"I just thought I'd try it! A friend told me it would feel nice...honestly, it sorta did." She shrugged casually. "But when I finally pulled the little thing out, for obvious reasons I didn't really feel like eating her anymore...so I sold her off to some spoiled sorority chick." June grinned mischievously at the memory, shifting in her seat slightly. "Doubt she would've paid so much for her if she'd known where she'd been, but to be fair she didn't ask too many questions."

"So fucked up..." Nate laughed in disbelief.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't wash her after!" June laughed.

The young woman sighed happily as she finally got the last of her giggles out, then looked over at Nate and smiled. "Anyway, good work today, Nate. This went better than I expected, honestly." She glanced down into the adjacent cupholder. "You too, Rosa."

Nate was embarrassed that he'd entirely forgotten he and June weren't alone. She was sitting down crosslegged with her back against the curved edge, not looking at either of them. She nodded, acknowledging June's praise, but did her best to sport a disinterested expression. However Nate felt he understood her better now, after observing the tiny woman over the past few hours. As much as she tried to appear cold and unfeeling, he detected that perhaps all the casual chatter about eating and abusing shrinkies was weighing on her more than she let on. She had certainly been right about one thing, you had to do what you had to in this life.

After that, the conversation lulled, and June turned up the speakers, filling the cabin with piercing punk lyrics. They only chatted idly about things they spotted on the side of the road for a while, until June's eyes lit up at one of the signs posted near the upcoming off-ramp.

"Ooh, Chipotle anyone? I feel the munchies coming on…"




"Help! Helllllp!!" Kaylee screamed as the all too familiar sound of more slimy mush pouring into the sweltering chamber squelched and spurted from above. She screamed in surprise and revulsion as she felt a large dollop of the disgusting mass collide with her back, knocking her off her feet and faceplanting her into the chest-high sludge that was already churning back and forth around her inside the woman's stomach. She shrieked in disgust as she pulled herself to her feet, practically clawing at her face to wipe as much of the filth off of it as possible in an incredibly futile effort. 

There was no escaping it of course; this foul and indistinguishable mixture of chewed beans, rice, cheese, meat, tortilla, guacamole, and sour cream, all soaked in the ever present slimes of the blue haired woman's innards. Even in an empty stomach Kaylee would've had difficulty dodging the bombardments of swallowed burrito in the cramped quarters, but she was effectively held in place by the accumulated lunch that the flexing stomach walls were forcing around her as they worked diligently to digest them both. All while she could hear the muffled sound of woman's voice somewhere above her, barely audible through the gurgles, layers of flesh, and the unending chorus of muffled rock music, casually chatting between mouthfuls like Kaylee didn't even exist.

Kaylee hugged her chest tightly and belted out and anguished scream. It wasn't as if she'd never considered what it would be like to be eaten alive. It was a real danger for people like her, and it was hard to imagine there was a single shrinky alive who didn't live in fear of this eventual outcome. Not that she was ever short of reminders, barely a week went by when she didn't have to block the account of some troll or bully that messaged her detailing the ways they'd like to consume her, the real sting coming from that fact that she was sure the message were coming from her peers and ex-classmates.

But in her darkest nightmares, she'd always thought it would be like falling into a pool of stomach acid that would dissolve her like lava. This was so much worse.

Never could her mind have conjured how torturously slow and vile the process of being digested in a human stomach really was; never could she have even begun to imagine foul stench she tasted with every breath. Never could she have dreamed of the creeping and all-consuming dread that came with the dawning realization that she was simply food for another human being.

"Help me, please...someone..." Kaylee sobbed, hanging her head low. "Please, just get me out of here..."

Oh, if only it were like lava, at least it would be over quickly. Instead Kaylee had to contend with the gradual sting that needled at her entire body, slowly but surely ramping in intensity with every passing minute. The worst of it was that her instincts still screamed at her to flee or fight back, to resist this terrible fate however she could. She suspected that meant she still had a long way to go.

"No..! No!!" she pleaded upwards as she heard the familiar sound of another incoming swallow. "Stop!!"

The tiny girl shrieked as the mass landed right on top of her, knocking her flailing body back under the churning mush.




Nate watched the latest gulp of Mexican food travel down June's throat as she stared forward at the road, holding the burrito she'd ordered from the drive thru in her spare hand. He was doing his best to resist staring at her while she ate, but it was so hard to look away. How could he ignore how every swallow was being sent down to join tiny shrinky in June's stomach. Jesus, she'd already eaten just over half it...it had to be absolutely packed in there. Nate had to imagine the experience was surely far more unpleasant than sharing a stomach with a cupful of boba tea. It was fascinating to Nate how even though June wasn't actively taunting her prey, she'd still found a way to be more cruel towards them than Becca.

June licked her lips and set the half-finished burrito down in the cupholder adjacent to Rosa, taking a moment to raise a fist to her lips, proceeding to release a soft and quiet burp. Nate couldn't help but chuckle. There was something funny about the fact that someone who cultivated such a harsh aesthetic would have far more dainty and lady-like burps than his brunette classmate.

"What?" June asked.

"Nothing, you just reminded me of something."

She eyed him for a moment then shrugged and picked up the burrito, resuming her lunch. "Whatever..."

All in all with the lunch stop included, the drive home took just under two and a half hours. As they pulled up to his house, he was reminded of what Becca had said about it taking around 20 to 30 minutes to digest a shrinky, and it dawned on him that whatever remained of the tiny blonde and the burrito was surely snaking its way through June's bowels on its way to her pale punk ass. His manhood flexed against the fabric of his pants in celebration.

"Alright, let me pick out a good one for your little girlfriend..." June teased, pulling out the bag of frightened shrinkies. "You got something to carry them in? Oh, perfect." She nodded at the mason jar with holes in the lid Nate pulled out of his backpack.

"Hmmm..." June hummed, fingering through the panicked clump of shrinkies before finally pulling out a frightened redheaded girl who looked slightly younger than Nate. "Ooh, gingers are pretty rare for shrinkies just based on demographics alone. This'll show her you care."

Nate opened the jar and allowed June to place the tiny girl inside. It hadn't really occurred to him what kind of shrinky he wanted to give Becca. Maybe she would've liked to try a guy this time? He supposed he'd have to ask her preference at some point, but for now he was thankful to have the opinion of an expert.

"So, who's the lucky lady?" June asked, grinning curiously. 

"Uh..." Nate hesitated, then concluded there was no reason to hide the truth from June after the day they'd been through. "Do you remember Becca?"

June gasped, then beamed with joy. "Of course! I used to babysit her, remember?" She giggled excitedly, looking down at the tiny girl futilely scrambling to climb the slick walls of Nate's jar, clearly amused by the idea of her being swallowed by the young girl she used to get paid to watch over. Grinning nostalgically, she picked up the bag again and reached inside, pulling out a tiny squirming woman who looked at least half some kind of Asian and plopped her into the jar to join the first girl. "What the hell...here, on the house. Becca's a sweet kid, she deserves it."

Nate stared down into the jar in disbelief. Two shrinkies! "Seriously?? Shit, thanks June!" Nate's mind was already getting ahead of itself, imagining the brunette swallowing the two tiny ladies at once. She'd been curious about what it would feel like to have a tiny person moving inside her stomach, just wait until she got to find out what it was like to have two!

"You earned it." June smiled, taking another quick hit from her vape. "Oh, and don't let your sister fool you with all that academic crap, she totally bought one off me a while back."

Now Nate was really stunned. "Seriously? May??"

June chuckled. "Yeah, specifically picked out this emo looking guy...I think he reminded her of one of her exes. Guess she was 'working through carnal trauma' or whatever."

They both laughed at that. June then sighed and shooed Nate with her hand. "Alright, get out of my van."

"Alright, see ya," Nate said, opening the door. Before stepping out, he glanced down into the cupholder. "Nice meeting you, Rosa."

"Sure," she replied, only bothering to meet his glance for a moment. It was hard to read into it too much with how little she was giving him. 

Screwing the lid on the jar, Nate placed it in his backpack and stepped out onto the sidewalk, preparing to begin the short walk to his house.

"Hey Nate!"

He turned to see June leaning towards him in her seat from the car. "I figured out what kind of weirdo you are..!"

"Wha..?" he asked stunned.

"...You're one of the ones that likes to watch!" she teased, restarting the engine. "Next time hide your boner better you little perv!" She cackled and stepped on the gas, leaving the redfaced teen alone and mortified on the sidewalk.

Fuck. She had noticed...

Whatever, he thought brushing the light humiliation off, he wasn't going to let it ruin his mood. He'd just hit the jackpot, after all. Pulling out his phone, he hurried to text Becca.

NATE: Hey wanna hang out? Just got home.

BECCA: up in my room! come by!

Nate smirked. Wait until she got a load of this…




Nate made his way up the stairs of Becca's house, and as he reached the top step he could already hear the music blasting from her room. Making his way to the partially ajar door, he pushed it open and stepped in, already swinging his backpack over his shoulder to open it.

"Dude, you are going to lose it when I show you what I've got for you-"

Nate froze as he entered the room. Sure enough, Becca was sitting at her desk with a textbook and bluetooth speaker in front of her, and completely unsurprisingly, a half-finished cup of boba tea. But what caught him off-guard was Amy, laying on her stomach on Becca's bed, also nose-deep in a book and halfway through pulling a cheese nip out of the box and into her mouth. At least she had been, until Nate had announced his presence. Now she was watching him suspiciously.

"What do you have?" Amy asked, chewing then swallowing the little orange cracker as she eyed him.

"Uh...I..." Nate stammered, still frozen.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to tell him you were here, Ames," Becca giggled at Nate's awkward entrance. "We've got the project remember? So what is it?"

Nate stared at Becca intensely, begging her with his eyes for some kind of rescue. She looked back at him, confused, until a dawning realization slowly crept over her features and her eyes widened. It had taken entirely too long, however. Several moments of awkward silence had already passed. "No..." she gasped quietly, looking at the backpack in Nate's hands.

"What is it?" Amy asked again, more demanding this time.

"Nothing Ames! Another inside joke!" Becca said with a forced giggle, struggling to do damage control.

"No! You guys are being weird again!" Amy exclaimed in frustration, pulling herself off the bed and almost knocking the box of cheese nips onto the floor. She marched towards Nate, her expression growing more cross. "Stop lying to me, what is it??"

"Wait, Amy..!" Becca pleaded, but the blonde was too quick for her, reaching Nate in an instant.

"So what is it, huh? Are you guys hooking up? Are you dealing her drugs??" Amy demanded, the short blonde pointing her face as close up to Nate's as she could.

"No! I..." Nate stammered. His eyes involuntarily drifted to the backpack in his hands. He couldn't let her find the jar, or they were fucked. But as his eyes drifted back up to meet hers, he saw that she'd caught him, and he'd just given her the only clue she needed. "Wait..!"

"What's in here??" Amy demanded, snatching the backpack from his hands and reaching inside. Nate tried to snatch the bag back, but she pivoted away from him, using her wide behind to screen him away, like she was playing defense with some kind of ball. 

Nate watched helplessly as the blonde pulled the jar and held it high, her face indignant with triumph. "I knew it! Drugs-!"

All three teens froze as the blonde's eyes drifted back towards the jar in her hand. At two tiny people inside, staring down at her fearfully.

"What..." Amy gasped, staring in disbelief at the two tiny girls, "...the fuck..?"

Well shit, Nate thought. 

This was going to be interesting...






June giggled as she sped away from Nate's house, quite pleased with the how she'd surely embarrassed her friend's kid brother once again. Once the van was just a little further down the street, she shifted in her seat to the left and ripped ass loudly.

"Hey, hey!" Rosa protested angrily from the cup holder.

"Ugh, I've been holding that in forever..." June sighed, feeling significantly more content now that her lower bowels were less bloated. 

"Fucking disgusting puta..." the shrinky grumbled bitterly, plugging her nose in vain. At her current position and proximity to June's ass, there was little she could do to escape the sulfurous odor.

"Not my fault you people put so many beans in your food," June winked down at Rosa with a wicked grin. She then returned her eyes to the road, her grin only diminishing slightly into an amused smile. June had enough experience with guys at this point in her life that she'd clocked Nate's boner almost right away. She'd thought about calling him out earlier to watch the little perv squirm, but ultimately decided against it. Even though he was a bit too young for her, she wasn't opposed to the attention. In fact, it made her feel incredibly sexy to be admired and gawked at like that while she did her thing with a shrinky, and there were very few who put on a show better than her, if she did say so herself. It made the long drive significantly more amusing, knowing she was making her hormonal co-pilot stew in frustration just watching her sit there and digest.

Oh, and the tiny tickling struggles of the little girl in her gut weren't bad either, while they lasted.

The only downside was having to hold in the inevitable Mexican food farts until Nate was out of the car, so as to maintain the image in the boy's mind of June as the sexy yet fearsome predator goddess that she was. Now that he was gone, though, she had no qualms about subjecting little Rosa to her gas. What could she do about it, anyway? 

June giggled at the thought.




June sighed and clicked on the lights in her cluttered downtown apartment, hanging her keys on the hook. It had certainly been a good day, but it had also been a long one. It was time to relax.

She carried Rosa over to the shelf and gently placed the shrinky inside the plastic terrarium where she lived. Rosa could do much worse, June thought, at least when it came to living inside a habitat made for a hamster. At least June had sprung for the deluxe size, and the cage was filled with all the basic bedding and lounging furniture the tiny woman needed, some of which June had bought online, others she'd crafted herself. 

"You need anything?" June asked, sealing the lid. Rosa wasn't allowed to freely roam the apartment, partly for her own safety, but mostly because it was June's space and she made the rules. Still, she tried to be an accommodating roommate. Rosa couldn't do much for herself, at her size.

"Nah, I'm just gonna sleep," Rosa sighed tiredly, flopping onto her miniature bed and shutting her eyes. June exhaled through her nose quietly as she suppressed a giggle. She could tell Rosa was a bit tired of her shit for the day...probably still mad about the fart too. Whatever, she'd earned her rest.

"'Kay, night!" June tapped the lid of the terrarium for effect, then left her be. Rosa didn't react.

June wasted no time kicking off her black jeans and tossing them onto the living room floor by the couch, now walking around in just her weathered band t-shirt and thong, proudly displaying the spider tramp stamp looming above her pale ass to the world. Reaching down the front of her shirt, she pulled out the bag of shrinkies again and held it up to her face. Oh, the way their frightened faces begged and screamed, there was something so delicious about it...

"Well my little flies, welcome to your home for the next week or so, for you have made the foolish mistake of treading into the lair..." She led with a dramatic flair before moving the bag behind her, looking over her shoulder to make sure she was holding the clustered shrinkies right in front of her ass where they could get a good look at her signature tattoo. "..of The Spider!"

She held them there for a moment longer and giggled as she shook her pale butt cheeks at them before finally bringing the bag back in front of her. Oh, they were really freaking out now. The impulsive part of her mind begged her to dig a couple of the little things out and swallow them down, but she resisted. She was already out three shrinkies, after all. She was trying to run a business here.

June carried them past her messy kitchenette and into her room, dropping the bag on the dresser by her bed. "Don't go anywhere," she teased with a wink, before exiting the room.

She strode back into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a beer and popping off the cap with one of the many stray lighters on the countertop. Taking a long swig from the bottle's mouth, she carried it back couch and plopped down, spreading out across the cushions. Ahhh, what a day...

Her shirt had rolled up slightly from the haphazard way she'd landed, but rather than adjust it June looked down at her exposed pale stomach thoughtfully. Who was that sweet little girl she'd eaten today? 

Though so many had met their ends inside her, she still wondered about each one and who they'd been before she'd sent them to fill her belly, at least until she'd moved onto the next. Sometimes she got around to asking them on slow days in her backroom office, and others spilled the details willingly as they pleaded pitifully in her grip. But most like the little blonde today never got the chance before they were swallowed up, and June's imagination had to fill in the gaps.

She'd been kind of preppy looking, June thought, which gave her no small amount of pleasure. She always enjoyed putting little preps in their place. At the prices she had to charge, most of her clientele were spoiled rich kids, so it was one of her little private ways of striking back at them. Shrinkies like this also reminded her of the kinds of girls that had given her a hard time in school for dressing weird, back in the day.

Life's not so sweet now, is it little prep? She stroked her stomach smugly at the thought. Hope you had fun in there thinking about how I'm going to shit you out later. Too bad none of mommy and daddy's money can save you from that...

The blue haired woman grinned and clenched her eyes shut, forcing a small toot from her ass. Seemed like she'd gotten the worst of it out in the car already. Still, she enjoyed the thought that maybe some small part of the fart had once been that little blonde.

June spent a bit more time on the couch imagining what it must have been like for the terrified little thing in her belly while she finished her beer. When the last sip disappeared down her throat, she wiped her lips and released a dainty burp, then dropped the bottle into the recycling bin on her way to her room. 

She was going to follow Rosa's lead and just hop into bed. She could spend plenty more time thinking about her little blonde treat in there...




June groaned as blaring of her morning alarm tore her back to the land of the living. Pulling her face from her pillow, she was annoyed to find it slightly moist with drool where her lips had been resting. Great, she'd been snoring again...

She glanced over at the bag of shrinkies on the dresser beside her, just inches from her face. They were all already awake and watching her fearfully, refusing to let their guard down against such a massive predator.

"Morning..." June greeted them, though the word transformed into a big yawn halfway through. Deciding not to waste the opportunity, she brought her face right up to the bag as she finished her yawn, giving her captives a good long look at the inside of her mouth. She then smacked her lips, satisfied in their predictably panicked reaction, and hopped off the bed. 

Her pale boobs swung slightly as she made her way to the bathroom; the only clothing still on her body being the frayed purple thong tucked between her ass cheeks. Stepping into the connected bathroom, June frowned as she scratched her ass and looked at herself in the mirror. She'd forgotten to take her makeup off last night, and it was now smeared terribly. Her blue hair was also a frizzy and uneven mess of tangled bedhead, though that wasn't really unusual for morning June.

A pressure in her lower bowels was quickly demanding her attention, and June touched her gut a bit below her belly button and smiled tiredly. I know, little prep...mornings, right?

Sliding down her thong, the Spider took her seat on her porcelain throne, leaning forward lazily and resting her chin in her palms as she waited for the action to start.

A quick fart echoed into the bowl, then a couple of plops into the water below. June winced at the small jab of something hard as the last of it slid out of her ass. Stupid bones...

After emptying her bladder on top of the rest of it, June wiped up and pulled herself off the toilet, glancing inside. She couldn't help but smile slightly. She almost impressed herself sometimes. The size of that thing...but she supposed those chipotle burritos were pretty big even before going in.

Sure enough, there were a few flecks of white visible among the brown mass, as well as some kernels of corn from the burrito. She studied it for just a moment longer (she usually made something of a game of trying to spot the little skull,) but it was either sticking out on the other side or buried somewhere in the thick of it. Oh well.

My goodness, little prep, what happened to your pretty blonde hair and cute designer clothes? What a terrible fate, to be crapped out of the ass of some weird spooky bitch! Oh, poor you!

June grinned and flushed, feeling slightly more awake now. She watched the tiny blonde's remains spiral down with the ensuring whirlpool before disappearing from sight forever.

It was good to be The Spider, June thought.

Certainly better than being a little fly. 




And Amy Makes Three

Word Count: 12341
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:

Picking right where we left off, Amy's caught Nate and Becca with a jar full of shrinkies. Is this the end of the ride for the two troublemakers, or can they find a way to stop a good girl putting an end to their fun?


Jessica felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest.

The petite half Jewish, half Korean woman tugged at the fabric of her tasteful white sun dress nervously as she tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness inside the giant boy's backpack. There was just enough light pouring through the stitching of the canvas above that she could make out her faint reflection in on the glass wall of her mason jar prison, her cute but terrified face staring back at her, framed on each side by the edge of her dark bob cut. Behind her, the younger redheaded girl continued to wail and whimper at the other end of the jar. Jessica didn't blame her. They both had good reason to be afraid. It had been less than three hours since they'd both watched that terrible woman swallow a young blonde girl whole and alive, and it seemed likely they were destined for a similar fate.

Jessica turned back around to face her fellow captive, barely keeping her balance as the entire world seemed to shake around her. It was clear their captor was on the move. The redheaded girl was down on her knees, hugging her sides, her long red hair hanging forward over her pale angular face and button nose like a veil.  She was shaking her head from side to side as she whimpered, as if denying the reality around her hard enough could somehow cease it to be. God, the poor thing...she looked like she could be young enough to be one of Jessica's students.

Though she knew she should be concerned for herself primarily, the pitiful sight stirred Jessica's old teacherly instincts. Having just turned 24 a few weeks back, Jessica had only just begun her career as a substitute teacher out of school when she'd fallen ill with the shrinking virus. She'd had to retire almost immediately, as the job quickly proved too be far to dangerous at her new size. Since then Jessica had been relying on disability checks granted to shrinkies by the government to get by, which was why she'd gone to the hospital today in the first place. It was mandated that to continue receiving her checks that she needed to see a physician at least once a year to confirm she was still "severely staturally disabled." Such an asinine piece of bureaucracy...as if any "shrinky" had ever woken up one day back to normal size. It annoyed her even more now that the visit was looking likely to get her killed.

"Hey, hey...it's alright..." Jessica hurried to the girl's side and put an arm around her.

"Alright?!" the redhead cried in disbelief. "Didn't you hear them talking? We're about to be eaten!"

"We don't know that..." Jessica tried to reassure her, though she didn't believe her own words. "All they said was we were going to someone named Becca. She might not be like that other woman...maybe she won't harm us." Jessica hoped against hope that it would somehow be true.

"She's going to fucking eat us!" the redhead cried out again before wrapping her arms around her knees and curling into a ball. "It's not fair, I don't wanna die...I'm too young..."

Poor kid. Jessica took a deep breath before exhaling a long, shuddering sigh. She was the adult in the situation. She needed to be brave enough for both of them. 

Now if only she were actually brave...

"Hey. What's your name?" Jessica asked.

The redhead sniffled and sobbed for a moment before replying, not looking up. "...Annie."

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you Annie," Jessica promised. "But I don't know what's going to happen when we meet this Becca person, and if, god forbid, she wants to do something terrible to us, we're going to have to work together."

Annie still wasn't looking up at Jessica, but she'd at least stopped sobbing. It seemed like she was listening.

"Just stick with me, follow my lead, and we're both going to get out of this, okay? I'm gonna get you home."

"Promise?" Annie whimpered weakly, finally looking up at her.

"Promise." Jessica nodded, forcing her best brave smile.

The moment was interrupted by the boom of their captor's voice from above: "Dude, you are going to lose it when I show you what I've got for you-"

"What DO you have?" A female voice this time.

Jessica felt a chill run down her spine. Was that Becca? The reality of her promise to Annie began to set in as her breathing quickened. She'd just agreed to defend the girl from a literal giant that might very well want to eat them alive. How on earth was she going to do that?

More questions and shouting from giant voices outside. Jessica knew her survival might very well rely on figuring out the situation out there, but her creeping panic was causing it all to blur together into a dull ringing sound. Was this what a panic attack felt like?

"WHAT'S IN HERE??"

Jessica and Annie screamed as their entire world suddenly shifted hard, sending them slamming painfully into the glass walls. There was no chance to recover as their prison continued to shift around them, clearly the result of some kind of struggle outside. What the fuck was happening??

Suddenly, blinding light. The two shrinkies barely had time to scream before a massive hand surged towards them and grabbed the outside of the jar, pulling their prison far too quickly up into the blinding glare.




Amy stared, dumbstruck, at the two tiny women inside the glass jar in her hand. "What...the fuck..." she repeated.

Well, this was it, Nate thought. Time for him to begin the next chapter of his life...behind bars. Maybe he deserved it. He had after all, been planning to feed the two captive shrinkies to his best friend, Becca. It was just a shame that he'd gotten so close, only for Amy to catch him in the act. But she had, and now it was all over. Because Amy was a good girl, and there was zero chance she'd condone his depravity.

For as long as he'd known Amy she'd been a kind, quiet girl who followed the rules and got good grades. Becca had explained to Nate that it was her strict parents who made her that way, which he supposed made sense. The blonde did have a temper that would rise to the surface occasionally, but you had to really tick her off to get there. And Nate was pretty sure he just had.

Suddenly Becca broke the silence by forcing a loud and obviously fake laugh. Nate cringed at the attempt. Becca might have been cute, as well as a lot of other things, but a good actress she was not.

"Hahaha, we got her, huh Nate?" Becca persisted, looking to Nate to play along. "Okay, give me the jar Amy and we'll take them back home, oh my god, you should see your face!"

Amy pivoted away from Becca, hugging the jar to her chest protectively. "I'm not falling for it! Where did you get shrinkies? What were you doing with them??" Suddenly she gasped as realization struck her. "...You guys were going to eat them!" Her voice was a shocked but accusing whisper.

Becca looked at Amy pleadingly, taking a step closer. "Ames, we were just having a bit of fun..."

Amy didn't budge. "Becca, as my friend, swear to me. If it's not true, swear to me. But I'm serious. I want the truth!"

Becca looked from Amy to Nate, searching his face for some kind of answer. Nate shook his head subtly, eyes wide, trying his best to communicate non-verbally. Do not tell her! Do not!

Becca turned back to Amy and sighed. "It's...mostly true, Ames. I was going to eat them."

Goddammit Becca...

"I knew it! I knew there was a reason you guys were acting weird! Ever since that Hope girl..!" Amy's accusations trailed off her brain connected another series of dots. She looked to her friend pleadingly. "...oh no, Becca, you didn't..?"

Becca flashed an awkward smile and slowly shrugged.

"You ate Hope Fisher?!" Amy cried out in disbelief.

"Dude, shh! My mom will hear!" Becca urged her, hurrying to the front of her room to shut and lock the door.

"It's not Becca's fault, I gave her to her," Nate finally spoke up. Fuck it, if Becca was confessing, he wasn't going to let her go down alone. "I'm the one that took her..."

"Ugh, of course you were, Nate." Amy shot him an unimpressed look.

"He was just being nice, Ames! It told him I wanted to try it so he gave her to me for my birthday. He didn't even mean to find her, but he did, and one thing just kind of led to another..."

Amy shook her head in disbelief, taking a step back while still clutching the jar. "Did you guys even think for a second about how much trouble you'd have been in if you got caught? How much you'd completely ruin your lives?"

"But Ames...we didn't get caught," Becca had finished locking the door and was walking back towards her. Nate didn't fail to notice the brunette's eyes flick towards the two shrinkies huddled inside the glass jar. There was a noticeable glint in them...something hungry and predatory. "And we won't get caught this time either. All we have to do is swallow them and no one besides us will ever know they were here!"

"We?" Amy repeated, her expression still wracked with worry.

"Yeah, you can have one of them! My treat – think of it as an apology for not being honest with you before." Becca smiled sweetly at her friend, her head bowed just slightly in remorse. "Besides, you were just saying yourself how we didn't bring enough study snacks..."

Was Becca trying to bribe Amy? There was no way that was going to work, right..?

Amy blinked down at the jar she held against her chest, tilting it out slightly so she could better see the shrinkies inside. "You want me to eat one?" Even from where Nate stood, he could tell that the tiny women were shaking their little heads up at Amy desperately, pleading with their squeaky voices for her not to listen to the brunette. 

"C'mon Ames, haven't you ever wondered what it's like? It'll be fun! I'll even let you take your pick." Becca huddled up against Amy's side now that the blonde's guard was lowered, joining her in gazing down at the captive shrinkies. Of the two, the brunette's expression was noticeably more eager. After grinning down at the little things for a moment longer, she looked back to Nate. "It's okay if Amy has one, right?"

"Uh..." Nate was still pretty on edge, and not totally convinced he wasn't going to be sent to prison at the end of this. Was this really going to work? His eyes drifted to the ample cleavage poking out from the blonde's top, then down to her round butt, tightly filling out her blue jeans. Even though he'd been pretty excited to see Becca take two shrinkies at once, he couldn't deny that the idea of one of the two shrinkies adding to Amy's already healthy curves was pretty appealing in its own right. Plus, it could get them out of this jam. "It's fine with me, I guess."

"I don't know..." Amy mumbled. She still looked pretty worried, but she also seemed equally unable to take her eyes off the little women desperately begging her for help. "Don't you guys feel bad for them? I know I wouldn't want to be eaten..."

Nate recognized Amy's hesitation. He thought back to how Hope had tried to sway him by telling him about her life, and how he'd almost given in. If the tiny girls could fully win Amy's sympathy, she'd never go along with Becca's plan. Nate felt somewhat bad for what he was about to do, but he saw little alternative. Making Amy complicit in this was the only way to guarantee her silence.

"If it makes it any easier for you Amy, we don't really have a choice." 

Amy finally looked up from the jar and stared at Nate in surprise. Rather than giving her a chance to argue, he continued. "They've seen all three of us now, so we can't just let them go. And I know, it's kinda messed up, but the only way to make sure they don't tell anyone about this is for them to disappear. And well...no matter how you slice it, the easiest way to do that is for somebody to swallow them..."

Amy's eyes widened in horror. "I can't believe you got me dragged into this Nate!"

"I'm just saying, somebody has to do it. If you want, you can just let Becca take care of them both. But if you're hesitating because you feel sorry for them, well, they're going to end up in somebody's stomach either way. It doesn't really matter if it's yours or Becca's."

"Yeah, no pressure Ames." Becca hugged her friend from the side and leaned her head on the blonde's shoulder. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but trust me, it'll be fun! And who knows when you'll get another chance like this?"

Amy gazed back down into the jar slowly. Her expression had gone from concern to...blank? It was impossible for Nate to read into what the blonde was thinking, but it was clear she was in deep contemplation, her studious mind flying a mile a minute. The shrinkies were really pleading now, down on their knees at the bottom of the jar, throwing everything they had at the one sympathetic ear they had in the room. Their last and only chance.

"Fuck it, let's do it," Amy whispered, ending the long pause. A high pitched wail of anguish echoed from inside the jar, and Nate considered the dark irony of the situation. In saving his and Becca's asses, Amy had just doomed the two shrinkies in their place.

Oh well, better them than him.

"Woo! Alright!" Becca rejoiced, hugging Amy tighter before just as suddenly releasing her and jumping for joy. She then eagerly took the jar from Amy's hands, who still seemed too dazed by her own decision to resist the brunette at all.

"So how do we do this?" Amy asked, following Becca as she carried the jar towards her bed.

"Well I think we've both earned a study break, so first we're going to have some fun with them..." Becca grinned excitedly as she walked around to the other side of the bed and held the jar over it. She then unscrewed the lid and flipped the jar upside down, causing the shrinkies inside to scream as they found themselves plummeting from what to them must have felt like being dropped out of a plane, but in reality was only about three feet up. Luckily for them, their tiny mass and the soft blue comforter of Becca's bed assured that they were unharmed when they landed, at least physically. 

Amy walked forward as if in a trance and joined Becca in looming over the two panicking girls. Nate followed close behind, but kept a bit more distance out of fear of agitating Amy as he always seemed to. Becca grinned up at Amy from the other side of the bed.

"So, which one do you want? The little redhead is pretty cute…"




Jessica's chest heaved up and down violently up at the ceiling as she lay on the surface of the giant bed, slowly accepting the reality that she was still alive. That was...easily the greatest height she'd ever fallen from in her life. She snapped back to reality as a terrible shadow passed over her, watching as the towering forms of the two teenage girls loomed above, blocking out the light of the ceiling lamp.

"So, which one do you want? The little redhead is pretty cute..."

Annie. Jessica pulled herself upright and quickly scanned the surface of the bed. Just a couple of regular human inches from her, the terrified young redhead was scrambling backwards on her butt away from Becca's looming form. 

"Annie!" Jessica shouted, hurrying to the teen's side in a mad scrambling dash.

"I don't know..." Amy's voice boomed from above. "...maybe her. Which one do you think I should pick, is there a difference?"

Jessica reached Annie and threw her arms around the girl protectively. Oh Amy, why?

For a few hopeful moments, Jessica had really believed a miracle had happened and they'd found their savior in the kindhearted blonde girl. But despite their desperate begging, she'd seemingly succumbed to the peer pressure of her crueler friend. Their dire situation now only stung all the more knowing how close they'd been to salvation.

Still...the blonde had hesitated once. Jessica didn't have a plan yet, but she suspected if there was any chance for them to get out of this, it would hinge on exploiting Amy's lingering doubts. As someone who had once had aspirations of teaching, Jessica chose to believe in the inherent goodness and potential that could be tapped into in any student with right touch. Getting through to this Becca girl might've been too tall an order with the limited time she had, but somewhere inside Amy, there had to be kindness and good.

"Hmmm..." Becca hummed above them, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "I know, let's play a game!" She quickly dropped to her knees on the carpet and leaned her upper body forward across the bed, resting her head on her crossed arms just behind the two shrinkies so that her massive smiling face now truly loomed over them. 

"Hey shrinkies! I've got a deal for you!" Her high pitched voice boomed so much louder at this proximity that it actually pained Jessica's ears a bit. Jessica could feel Annie writhe in her grasp, trying to instinctively pull herself away from the enormous face, but Jessica held her in place. When faced with a dangerous predator, sometimes a sudden move was actually the worst course of action.

"Since I'm so nice, we're gonna give you guys a chance. If we catch you, well, we're gonna eat you." The giant brunette paused to giggle at the very real threat she'd so casually delivered. "But you can have a ten second head start to get away. Y'know, to keep things fair since you're so little."

Jessica still didn't dare move. Was she serious? What difference would ten measly seconds make at their size? And where were they supposed to "get away" to?

"What? Becca! We can't let them go, remember??" Amy gasped. 

"Well then we better catch them!" Becca giggled. The blonde began to tug at her ponytail nervously, clearly unhappy with that answer despite the clear and overwhelming advantage they had over the shrinkies.

"Oooonnneee..." Becca began counting very slowly, looking right at Jessica with a smug smile. The brunette's smile told Jessica everything she needed to know about this "game." That the cruel teen didn't think there was any way for her to lose.

But Jessica still had to try.

"...Twoooo..."

Jessica quickly pulled the whimpering redhead to her feet. "C'mon!" The shrunken woman scanned the surroundings with her eyes as quickly as she could. She didn't truly have a plan, but they were sitting ducks on top of the bed, so the first move was naturally to get away from there. The most direct paths to the edge of the comforter were directly towards either Becca or Amy. They could try swinging wide of either teen, but the added distance could be lethal at their size. No, a direct shot was the only shot they had. And if the choice was between facing Becca or Amy? Jessica knew who she would choose.

"...Threeeeee..."

"Run!" Jessica shouted, practically dragging Annie alongside her as she charged towards Amy's side of the bed. The blonde titan was at least still standing, so she'd have to bend over to grab them more easily.

"...Fourrrrrr..."

Despite a few stumbles, they were almost halfway to the edge. Jessica dared to look up as she continued to barrel forward. Amy had clearly caught on that they were headed her way, and the blonde titan looked increasingly nervous that catching the shrinkies had likely become her responsibility.

"Becca..!" Amy crouched down slightly to be closer to eye level with the approaching shrinkies, readying two open hands at the bed's edge, ready for snatching. Annie screamed and hid her face in Jessica's shoulder as she ran, unable to face their enormous opponent directly.

"...Five-Six-Seven-Eight-Nine-Ten..!" Becca belted out quickly, coming to her friends aid and hopping up on all fours onto the bed behind them.

Jessica roared in defiance as she continued to charge. Cheating bitch! As if the odds weren't already stacked against them enough! She could see Amy looming closer ahead, and hear Becca scrambling forward from behind. It was going to be close.

Still belting out the war cry she'd never suspected she was capable of, Jessica grabbed hold of Annie even tighter and kicked off the bed's cover with all the force she had, diving forward head first right over the edge.

They finally caught a lucky break: Amy flinched, raising her hands in front of her face protectively rather than reaching out to grasp them. As the two shrinkies soared forward into open air, Jessica gasped as she felt the tip of Becca's outstretched finger just barely graze the back of her flapping sun dress. Way too close!

Both shrinkies yelped as they collided with the crotch of Amy's jeans, then tumbled the front of her leg before finally rolling into the darkness underneath Becca's bed.

"Shit!" Becca cursed from somewhere above. But Jessica could tell from her tone that this was just part of the game to the brunette, and she still didn't think they had a chance.

Time to prove her wrong.

"Hurry!" Jessica whispered harshly as she continued to drag Annie forward, deeper into the shadows. Luckily for the shrinkies, the space under Becca's bed was a mess of storage boxes, discarded clothes, and various other forgotten items, offering a plethora of hiding places. Jessica hurried Annie around the corner of one of the boxes just as the flexing of massive mattress springs above and the subsequent thunder of giant feet hitting floor behind told Jessica that Becca had just dismounted from the bed.

The two shrinkies pressed up close against the box's edge, neither daring to peek around the corner back the way they'd came. They both did their best to quiet their heavy breathing, trying to remain as still as humanly possible.

But neither could resist shrieking as the massive hand shot past the corner around which they hid, its slender fingers grasping blindly at anything they could feel within reach. Rather than wait around for the probing digits to head their way, Jessica dragged Annie deeper still under the bed, through a dense corridor boxes and wrinkled clothes.

"I think I heard them! You keep trying this side Amy, I'm gonna cut them off!" Becca's voice called out from behind as her arm retracted out of view once again.

The way forward for the shrinkies was so crowded and cluttered, that it wasn't long before they had to crawl to squeeze between the various blockages. Jessica gagged slightly as she realized she was currently crawling through a long forgotten pair of Becca's used panties. Did this girl ever clean under her bed? 

SQUEAK. SQUEAK. SQUEAK...THUMP.

Becca had climbed over to the other side. Jessica hurried her pace slightly as the shuffling sound of the brunette's probing hand pushing aside refuse drew louder from this new direction. 

"We're going to find you, little shrinkiiiies..!" the brunette's booming voice sang, before breaking into a fit of giggles. 

Not if Jessica could help it.

Pushing forward in the opposite direction, Jessica dared to venture around the edge of a wrinkled sock and look out from the darkness to the room beyond. To her left, she could see Amy's massive thighs. The blonde was bent forward at the other end of this side of the bed, searching for them in the wrong spot. But beyond her and slightly to the right was the long stretch of open carpet to the room's door. The gateway to their freedom.

Jessica took a deep breath as she readied herself. She couldn't see Nate's feet, but Amy was distracted and she already knew Becca was behind them. This was their best shot: they'd have to make a break for it. She turned back to Annie and gripped her shoulder, looking right into her eyes. "When I say run, we go as fast as we can towards that door, got it? No looking back, no noise, just run."

"No! No I can't!" Annie pleaded, trying to pull Jessica back into the shadows. The poor girl was clearly terrified, and liked her chances better in the dark.

They both glanced back fearfully as the sounds of Becca's probing drew nearer. "You can," Jessica assured her, her heartbeat quickening. They were wasting precious seconds, but she promised she'd help this girl...

"No! No!" Annie pleaded, crumpling pathetically at Jessica's feet. "I can't...can't..."

Jessica stared down at the girl, then back towards the direction of the approaching sounds. She could try to drag her, but they'd never make it that way. Why? Why couldn't she just snap out of it and listen?

The sounds grew ever nearer. Jessica cursed quietly and clenched her fists. "Please...when I run just follow me, I don't want to..." The sounds were so close now.

Jessica was running before she even realized it. It seemed instinct had overridden conscious thought, at least long enough to free her from the deadly delay. She looked over her shoulder to see if Annie was with her, but of course she wasn't. The young girl had cracked, and she'd surely stay under that bed until the giants caught her. Jessica's heart broke for the poor girl, and for her broken promise to her.

However, another sight spurred Jessica to push thoughts of Annie aside and focus on her own survival. It was Amy's massive looming posterior, pointed up into the air as the blonde searched beneath the bed. There was something terrifying about the scale of it at this proximity, and the threat it promised: that if the blonde teen managed to swallow Jessica, that ass was the only way she'd ever be allowed to leave.

It was all the extra motivation she needed, and Jessica began running faster than she'd ever believed she could towards the door. God, it was still so far! And if any of them spotted her, they'd close the distance in seconds with their comparatively massive strides. 

"Ah-hah, gotchya!" Becca's voice sang from somewhere far behind.

Oh no...

Jessica didn't dare look back, but even from where she ran she could hear the distant sound of Annie's frightened screams. Why hadn't she followed..?

Jessica grunted in frustration and pushed on, faster yet, her head down and her eyes shut. It was too late for Annie. She could only save herself now. 

"Now where's your little friend? We have ways of making you talk..."

Jessica blinked her eyes open. To her surprise, she was only inches from the door now. Even though the massive portal was shut, she could see a thin gap between the bottom of the wood and the carpet. It would be a tight fit, but she was sure her tiny body could squeeze under.

Somewhere behind her, Annie's far-off screams reached an awful crescendo and then were suddenly silenced. But there was no time to think about that. 

Reaching the door, Jessica dropped down onto her belly and ducked her head beneath the wood frame, crawling forward with her elbows. Shit, it was even tighter than she'd thought...she'd barely gotten her shoulders underneath when the feelings of claustrophobia began to kick in. Still, she was sure she could make it, and she wriggled onward with determination.

Then she heard it. The rapid, approaching thunder strikes of a giant bounding. No! She was so close, dammit! Crying out in frustration, Jessica surged forward like a burrowing animal. Her shoulders were beneath the door, now her upper body, if she could just-

She screamed as she felt the pinch of enormous fingers around her waist. "No! No!!" Jessica cried out as she clawed at the carpet fibers in vain, the huge hand easily dislodging her out from beneath the door and up into the air.




Nate had been confused when he saw Amy suddenly rush for the door, but then she'd bent over and turned around, the little half-Asian woman held out in front of her. Oh my god, she'd really almost slipped by them all! Nate was both impressed by the little one's effort, yet also horrified at how close everything had come to falling apart.

"Becca, I got her!" Amy declared excitedly, holding the wriggling shrinky out for her friend to see. The blonde was giddy and grinning. At first glance Nate suspected it stemmed from relief that she'd secured the last loose end that threatened to expose them, but it seemed to have escalated a bit beyond that. Amy looked like she was having...fun. Nate shook his head in disbelief. He supposed if anything Amy was an achiever, and so it stood to reason she'd get joy out of successfully executing a task.

"Nishe work Amesh!" Becca called back from the bed, her words slurred by the mouthful of screaming redhead she was talking around. She'd popped the little girl into her mouth just after catching her to try to scare her into giving up the other's location, but now she seemed content to keep sucking on her regardless. No use in pulling her out when she was just going to go back in. "That wash a closhe one!"

Amy turned the little woman around and brought her closer to her face so she could better look at her. Her face sported her usual kind smile, but there was the unmistakable twinkle of mischief in her eye. The look of a good girl realizing she was about to get away with doing something very naughty.

"So I just...swallow her?" Amy asked, still smiling down at the tiny woman. The shrinky was begging her not to, insisting she'd regret it if she did, but the blonde didn't seem to pay her any mind. "They don't taste weird or anything, do they?"

Becca skipped over to get a better look at her friend's prize. She pushed the tiny girl in her own mouth into the side of her cheek so she could talk around her better. "They don't taste like much, actually. It's more about the feeling." Nate watched in amazement as the bulge in the brunette's cheek squirmed and shifted, the frightened squeaks of the girl within almost entirely muffled unless Becca's lips were apart. She then relaxed her jaw and allowed her treat to roll back into the center of her mouth. "But yeah, itsh eashy, I'll show you..." The brunette closed her mouth and began focusing, looking like she was preparing to swallow. But then she paused, and her eyes opened wider. "Ackshually wai..."

She opened her mouth and fished the tiny redhead out with her fingers, danging her just above her face. The poor thing was shivering madly, despite being drenched from head to toe in the brunette's warm saliva. 

"Hey, what's your name anyway? Tell me and I promise I won't swallow you," Becca demanded. 

"Annie! A-Annie Kelly!" the little spit-soaked girl cried out without hesitation.

Becca smiled sweetly up at shivering shrinky. "Wow Annie, I can't believe you fell for that..." She then opened her mouth and lowered the shrieking girl back in. Becca closed her lips, sealing the redhead inside once again. She then resumed sucking on her for just a moment, just for good measure. Turning back to Amy (but also staying well within Nate's line of sight,) Becca held out an index finger to indicate her friends should pay attention. "Now wash closhely..."

Doing a quick (and Nate suspected highly unnecessary) stretch, Becca closed her eyes, straightened up her posture, stretched out her arms to her sides, then in one motion brought them together in front of her, clasping her hands together in front of her breasts. What the heck was she doing, yoga?

Becca then tilted her little pointed chin up towards the sky slightly, and with her face still a mask of utter serenity, she swallowed hard. Nate and Amy both watched the bulge travel down her slender throat, disappearing forever beyond her dainty collar bones. She then raised her hands above her head triumphantly, and just like before, opened her mouth wide with her tongue outstretched to display that the shrinky was well and truly gone.

"Aaah!~"

Amy stared from Becca's open mouth to the shrinky in her hand. The tiny dark haired woman was really wriggling and protesting now, apparently watching her former companion get swallowed had particularly affected her. Nate noted that Amy wasn't smiling anymore. Was she really having doubts?

"You can do it Amy!" Becca chirped, acting as her friend's personal cheerleader. She then suddenly bent forward slightly and broke into a fit of giggles, placing both hands over her stomach. Apparently she was getting quite the inner tickle from Annie's struggles. 

"Yeah, c'mon Amy!" Nate chimed in for encouragement. C'mon, just eat her! So we don't go to prison! And also because it would be hot!

Amy glanced at both of them with concern and slowly shook her head before looking back to the shrinky between her fingers.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this..." she muttered as she raised the woman up to face level, clenched her eyes shut, and opened her mouth wide.




Jessica screamed as she found herself facing down the blonde giant's open maw. Under different circumstances, she might've been impressed at how pearly white the girl's teeth were, clearly she was diligent about her dental hygiene. However at this proximity their ivory sheen only served to better contrast the little specks and pockets of orange gunk spread about them—the aftermath of the cheese nips the girl had been munching on. It was a grim reminder of the perverse nature of Jessica's situation. Where she was currently headed, only food was meant to go.

"Amy! Don't! You don't have to do this!" Jessica begged desperately as she was moved towards the pink cavern. She was kicking and wriggling with all she had. She didn't care if she fell, she was now certain she'd rather fall to her death than go in there. Not that her efforts seemed to have any effect on the giant's grip on her waist.

As she reached the girl's pink lips, Jessica tried to grasp at them for support, then at the edge of her front teeth, but Amy wasn't messing around. The blonde teen easily pushed Jessica through her open mouth and onto the center of her tongue, completely overpowering the tiny woman's resistance. "Amy! No! No!" Jessica whined as she suddenly found herself awash with humid breath, its scent containing more than just a hint of the smell of cheesey crackers. She yelped in revulsion as a long strand of saliva hanging down from the girl's palate collapsed across her shoulder and back as she was pushed through it.

As soon as Jessica felt the pincer grip on her waist release, she scrambled like a cornered animal to get away from the glistening pink throat looming in front of her, but the blonde had finished sealing her teeth and lips behind her before she'd even managed to turn around. "No! Amy-!" Jessica tried to call out as she found herself surrounded by darkness and then just as quickly lifted up and back by the powerful tongue beneath her. Saliva seemed to pour from everywhere onto her body, soaking her as she was pushed along the roof of the girl's mouth towards the throat she'd tried so desperately to avoid. 

"Please don't do this! Don't eat me! You can't-!" Jessica shrieked as she found herself drop over the back of Amy's tongue and then suddenly sucked downward with a powerful gulp.

Jessica doubted even her worst nightmares could have conjured up the terrible and alien sensation she was enduring as she plummeted down the Amy's esophagus, squeezed on all sides in such a tight and claustrophobic tunnel of hot, slimy flesh. The sound of Amy's voice boomed around and above her as she slid, but she could barely make out the words as her frightened mind fixated on the passing sounds of the girl's heart, lungs, and bodily gurgles as she was forced deeper and deeper down. Every inch taking her further and further from the outside world, which she'd now surely never see again.

She whined and squirmed as she finally reached the end of the terrible tunnel, forced through the tight ring at the top of Amy's stomach before plummeting a short distance down, landing with a splash into a shallow pool. The liquid was almost as warm as the thin, disgusting air she was now breathing, and Jessica's entire body trembled as she released an anguished and involuntary scream. It took her a moment to comprehend how it was so difficult to stand in the merely knee-deep liquid: the entire chamber was moving, slowly flexing inwards and outwards. She stumbled forward, crying out in revulsion as her feet occasionally stepped down into mysterious pockets of mush at the bottom of the pool, only motivating her to hurry her pace. With no light to guide her, she crashed face first into the wrinkled and pulsing wall before recoiling back from it just as quickly. She had just caked herself in whatever disgusting mush was caking the side of the wall, and as she violently spat out the bit that gotten into her mouth, she realized she recognized the taste.

Cheese nips.

Jessica cried out in horror and began stomping in place as she raced to wipe the foul bolus off her soaked dress and skin. After removing the worst of it, she scrambled back to the stomach wall and began feeling around its edge to get a sense of the size of the pitch black chamber, stopping when she finally found a section that was less caked in the blonde's swallowed snack food.

"Let me out of here!!" She sobbed as she tried to climb and scamper up the wall's edge, just as quickly sliding back down into the shallow pool. Between the slick slime and its constant shifting, there was no way she'd ever find purchase along the wrinkled surface. Still, she kept trying, despite the predictable recurring result.

"AMYYYYY..!"




"Yeah Ames! Way to show her who's boss!" Becca cheered as she watched the bulge disappear down Amy's throat. The blonde still hadn't opened her eyes, her face scrunched tight ever since she'd put the shrinky in her mouth.

"Ugh! Ah!" Amy gasped, sticking out her tongue in disgust and flinching slightly. Becca nearly keeled over with laughter at her friend's reaction. Apparently the two girls had very different opinions regarding the sensations brought on by a tiny wriggling person traveling down into their stomachs. "Oh, it feels so weird!!" she whined.

"What? You didn't like it?" Becca asked, still barely containing her giggles.

Amy took a deep breath and exhaled, composing herself a bit. Her eyes were still closed, it seemed like she was focusing on something. "I don't know, it's just...weird." She paused and finally blinked her eyes opening, staring down at her midsection in horror. "Oh my god...she's moving! She's moving!!"

Becca was laughing too hard to respond this time, collapsing backward onto the bed as she clutched her heaving gut. Nate wondered for a moment how chaotic it must have been for little Annie inside Becca as the brunette cackled and rolled around. 

"What did you think was going to happen?" Nate laughed. "She was just gonna sit there quietly while you digested her?"

"Shut up Nate!" she glared, before turning her concerned eyes back down, lifting up her shirt slightly to reveal her soft tan belly. "How long before she stops? Is there anyway to just digest her faster?" She frowned as the sensations inside her apparently refused to comply, before finally grunting in frustration and giving her belly a smack. "Ugh, would you just give up already?!"

Nate couldn't help but laugh. Her reaction couldn't have been more opposite from Becca's! But the more he thought about it, the more it kind of made sense. Amy was nothing if not someone who followed and respected the rules. And well, the rules for food was that it went down into your stomach and was digested. It likely annoyed Amy to no end that this tiny woman wouldn't just settle down and accept her place in the natural order of things. 

"Amy, feeling them squirm is like the whole point!" Becca laughed, finally managing to pull herself into an upright sitting position on the bed. "How else would you even know she's in there?"

"I'd know she's in there because I swallowed her," Amy replied, pressing at the offending section of stomach with one hand. "I don't see why she has to be so annoying about it, it's not like it's going to change anything..."

"Yeah, you tell her Ames!" Becca giggled before suddenly sitting more upright as her eyes opened wide. Nate could practically see the floating light bulb sparking on above her cute little head. "Wait, Amy! Come over here, I wanna try something!" She patted the spot on the bed next to her excitedly.

Amy hesitantly did as she was told. "What?"

"I wanna listen!" Becca giggled, lifting up Amy's shirt slightly and thrusting the side of her face against the soft tan flesh before her friend could stop her.

"Becca!" Amy cried out in protest, but the brunette was already in position.

Becca nestled in for a moment, her eyes sparkling with curiosity...and then she started giggling madly. Apparently she found whatever she was hearing in there quite amusing. Nate meanwhile was burning with jealousy. What he'd give to listen to either of the girls' bellies right now...

"Ah! This is so cooool!" she giggled, biting her lip. "I've been thinking about this ever since I let Nate do it to me last time!"

Amy glanced at Nate disapprovingly. "You listened to her stomach, you freak?"

Nate squirmed and struggled to find an answer, but luckily he was spared as Amy's attentions were drawn back down to the giggling brunette pressed up against her gut.

"You weren't kidding Amy, she's really going in there...sounds like she's really not happy about being your food..."

"I didn't think the point was for them to enjoy it..." Amy grumbled indignantly, her face flushing slightly scarlet.

Becca giggled at her friend's response and pulled her ear off of her belly. But she kept her face close, and she proceeded to cup a hand around her mouth and shout directly into the blonde's flesh, "Hey, you hear that shrinky? Amy ate you fair and square, so you need to just get over it and be a good little study snack for her so we can get a good grade on this project, got it?"

"Becca!" Amy cried out indignantly, pushing her giggling friend away.

"Could...could I listen?" Nate asked quietly. It was worth a shot..?

Amy's face flushed even redder, pulling her shirt back down violently. "No!"

"Ames, he did bring us the shrinkies after all..." Becca teased.

"I don't care! Absolutely not!" She glared at Nate just long enough so that he'd understand it was never, under any circumstances, going to happen. Dammit...

"Aw, poor Nate," Becca shot him a pouty face. "Don't worry, maybe you can listen to mine later." And...we're back!

"Weirdos..." Amy rolled her eyes, then glanced down at the textbook beside her. "Becca, we still have a lot more to do on this..."

Becca sighed. "I know...just a little more fun and we'll get back to work, okay?" The brunette's eyes lit up, and she bit her lip mischievously. "Okay this is the last thing..." She shifted her butt so that she was facing Amy better.

"What is it..?" Amy asked, already looking a little uneasy about whatever her friend was plotting.

"Well I was just thinking, maybe the reason these two are squirming so much is because they're friends and we split them up? It sure would be nice of us if we could find a way to reunite them for a little bit, right..?" Becca proceeded to lift up her shirt halfway, exposing her smooth, pale belly to Amy. The brunette grinned wickedly, already giggling about what she had in mind.

Nate could only speculate. But he was sure he was going to like it.




Despite everything, Jessica hadn't given up. Amy had made it abundantly clear through her words and slaps that she had no intention of letting Jessica out until her body was finished with her, but the shrunken woman didn't care. Even while enduring the cruel taunting from the blonde's friend, Jessica refused to let her spirit break. Giving up would be accepting Becca's words were true: that she was nothing but a snack to fill the belly of a high school student while they studied.

Between the gurgling and the layers of flesh, it was too hard to follow the conversations between the giants outside. She doubted their teasing and joking about her fate contained any useful intel for her escape, anyway. Instead, she focused on her goal. The exit to this foul place, looming somewhere above her in the darkness.

As she attempted in vain to scale the stomach wall again, she was shocked as it suddenly pressed inward in a way it hadn't before and held there. There was a new sound too...more gurgling? But it sounded further away, and there was something else too...

Then she heard it. It was faint, even more muffled than the voices of the giant teens, but the horrible sound was far too burned into her recent memory for her to forget it so soon.

Annie's screams.

Jessica didn't know how it was possible, but still she rushed towards the spot where the sounds were loudest and pressed against it, no longer concerned with the chewed cracker bolus she was coating her skin with. "Annie! Can you hear me?!"

There was a pause, then more screaming, before finally a coherent reply.

"Help!! Help me!!!" the distant voice of the poor girl cried, "Get me out of here! It's so disgusting!"

"I'm working on it, okay??" Jessica shouted back, tears flowing down her cheeks. Was she actually? Had she accomplished anything since landing in the blonde's belly other than gradually tiring herself out? "Keep trying to find a way out, okay Annie? If you can climb out, do it! But you can't give up, okay? Do you hear me?? Don't give up!"

Annie responded with more panicked screams. Then the wall quaked rapidly against Jessica for a moment, as the muffled sound of Becca's unmistakable giggling rang out from somewhere above.

Jessica clenched her jaw and screamed through gritted teeth as she punched at the wall. She knew she was lucky in a way, even if it didn't feel like it. At least she'd been eaten by Amy, who didn't seem to delight in her demise the same way this Becca girl did. Poor Annie, she seemed like such a sweet girl...it felt so unjust that she'd be suffering inside the gut of the cruel brunette while she giggled about her fate.

"OKAY, THAT'S ENOUGH..." Amy's muffled voice boomed somewhere above. Jessica gasped as the wall she'd leaned against sagged forward, and the sounds of Annie's screams faded into the distance.

"Annie! Remember – don't give up!!" Jessica cried out, before collapsing against the wall and sobbing deeply.




"Okay, that's enough..." Amy said, pushing Becca away so that their bare stomachs were no longer pressed up against each other. 

Becca giggled and finally lowered her shirt back into place. "Do you think they could hear each other? Mine definitely started squirming more..."

"I really don't care," Amy shook her head, picking up the textbook by her side. "Right now I just want to finish this."

"Fiiiine..." Becca whined, slumping down off of the bed and onto the floor, leaning back against its edge. She smiled slightly and poked at her midsection playfully. "At least you'll make study time a little more interesting, won't you Annie?" She giggled then looked up at Nate with a defeated expression, clearly fishing for sympathy. "You don't have to stay if you want, Nate..."

"No it's cool, I don't really have anything else to do." Like he was going to miss a second of this...

"Of course..." Amy mumbled under her breath. The blonde returned to the position on the bed Nate had first found her in: laying down on her stomach with her book propped up on a pillow in front of her. Nate felt the front of his pants tighten slightly as he watched her reach for the box of cheese nips and pull it closer to her side. Oh man, hope that little woman inside her was ready for incoming...

"I'll read or something," Nate said, making his way to Becca's bookshelf and grabbing something without looking at it. Like it mattered, it would be impossible for him focus on a single printed word while his attention was secretly fixated on stomachs of his two classmates.

As the girls began to study their books, Nate proceeded to study them. Becca kept to her seat on the floor, her eyes dutifully on her book, looking quite content between periodic sips of boba. She would occasionally giggle as Annie's struggles managed to tickle her from within, but other than the occasional gentle stomach pat, she otherwise ignored the tiny redhead.

Of course, she burped loudly a couple of times too, much to Amy's annoyance.

Amy on the other hand, was far more restless. She made a valiant effort at first to ignore the little woman, her eyes scanning the pages in front of her as she shoveled occasional handfuls of cheese nips into her mouth before swallowing them down to join the poor thing. But it didn't take long for her to start obviously shifting with discomfort, and he watched as the blonde tried to discretely shift onto her side and give her stomach a quick smack, before returning to a resting position. Not even a minute passed before she went through the motions again, this time muttering "ugh, stop," for good measure. After another minute passed, Amy grunted in frustration, planting her face down onto the bed for a moment before raising up and looking to Becca and Nate. "Isn't there any way to get her to stop moving so much? It's so distracting!"

Becca shrugged and looked to Nate for guidance.

Nate's eyes drifted to the box of cheese nips. If Amy ate every cracker in the box, it might pack her stomach tight enough that the tiny woman couldn't fight back effectively, he supposed. But that was a lot of cheese nips to eat, and he imagined Amy wouldn't be too keen on the idea. Then he spotted her water thermos on the bedside table.

"Maybe if you tried drinking a bunch of water, that would slow her down?" he nodded in its direction.

Amy looked at the thermos thoughtfully while Becca giggled in the background. With a determined grunt, the blonde sat upright and snatched it from the bedside table, unscrewing the cap. "Maybe this will teach you to know when you're beaten..." she grumbled bringing the thermos to her lips and tilting her head back.

Nate watched, entranced, as Amy proceeded to chug like a champ, her throat bulging with every greedy gulp of water. She'd downed nearly half of its contents when she finally gasped for air, taking the opportunity to glance down at her midsection. She frowned slightly, clearly not yet satisfied with the results, and returned the bottle to her lips. After another impressive chug session, she gasped again for air and retightened the lid, setting the bottle aside.

"UURP!"

Amy's expression was as surprised as Nate's when the quick but hearty belch escaped the blonde's lips. She quickly clasped a hand over her mouth and blushed scarlet.

Becca laughed. "Nice one, Ames!"

"Ugh, that was her fault! All her fussing around in there probably gave me gas!" she whined in embarrassment. 

"So...did it work?" Nate asked.

Amy paused as if she'd actually forgotten about the little woman that had been vexing her insides. She glanced down at her midsection and prodded it very gently with one finger. "Hm. I still feel her, a little bit..." Her pink lips shifted into a smug little smile. "...but it's much more tolerable now." She then lowered herself back down on her stomach, shifting a bit down into the covers to get comfortable, and glanced one more time down at her gut before her eyes returned to her book. The smug little smile was still on her lips. "Hm, thanks Nate," she said, already reaching for another handful of cheese nips. 

Wow. Amy, addressing him fondly? She must have really been feeling better.

He'd get another clue into her state of mind a few minutes later. He'd gone back back to fixating on Becca for a while, eyeing her midsection, thinking about how she'd offered to let him listen later and how much later "later" really was, when he noticed she was trying to silently get his attention. Once their eyes met, she stifled a giggle with her hand and gestured subtly with her head towards Amy atop the bed.

Nate looked as directed and felt himself stiffen. Amy had rolled slightly onto her side, her soft belly sticking out just a little on the surface of the bed. While at a glance her attention was still firmly fixed on the book in front of her, looking a bit closer revealed she was subtly stroking and massaging her stomach with her free hand, right about where she'd indicated the shrinky had been kicking before. Looking even a little further, Nate could see the blonde's round bottom swaying side to side rhythmically in her blue jeans with slow, gentle motions. She looked a bit like cozy cat, twitching its tail happily.

Most damning of all though was Amy's enduring little smirk. It was hardly the look of a student reading from a dry textbook. No, that was smile of a victorious predator, smugly assured of her superiority.




Less than an hour ago, Jessica had truly believed that somewhere inside Amy, there had to be kindness and good. But now that the tiny woman was actually inside Amy, she understood how wrong she'd been. No, if what she'd endured so far was any indication, the inside of Amy had to be among the least good and kind places to ever exist.

It had been bad enough when her world had suddenly shifted sideways, followed by the routine sputtering spray of Amy's chewed-up cheese nip deposits. But at least then Jessica had still been able to move somewhat freely, allowing her at least he dignity to struggle for her freedom, even if in vain.

Then the flood had come. The sudden, gushing downpour of cold water that had crashed down onto Jessica and sent her tumbling. And it just kept coming, and coming.

Jessica kicked hard, catapulting her face to the surface where she proceeded to gasp for air in the meager pocket. There was so little breathable space left in Amy's stomach that for Jessica to suck in air practically meant kissing the top of the blonde's wrinkled stomach lining. These chances for breath were short and fleeting too, as the stomach was now working hard to digest Jessica along with the cheesey cracker gunk, churning the water roughly into a violent wavepool. It all stung just a little too, and Jessica couldn't decide if she should be thankful or not for the diluting effect the ample liquid was having on the digestive acids. On the one hand, she'd likely be in much greater pain right now without it. But on the other, it meant the process was likely to be drawn out and slow, far longer than it would have been otherwise.

As Jessica submerged again, she wished she could just will her body to stop holding her breath, to let the foul liquid fill her lungs and drown her. It had to be better than the way she was going to go out at this rate. But in a situation like this, a survival instinct could be a real bitch. She suspected her body would keep struggling to the last, whether she liked it or not.

She gasped between sobs as she breached the surface again. Of all the ways to go...

What stung most off perhaps, was that it didn't have to be this way. How easily it all could have been different, if this Amy girl had simply held to her principles and stood up to her friends. Jessica could still clearly picture Amy's friendly face in her mind. A sweet girl like that was exactly the kind of student Jessica had enjoyed teaching most in her brief stint as as substitute. How strange to think that even someone like that could be capable of such casual cruelty. How terrible to think that sweet face had willingly delivered Jessica to this fate.

The image of the blonde's big round ass looming over her on the carpet reappeared in Jessica's mind. There was something so terribly unjust about that being her final destination. That sometime in the next few days, that cute butt would waddle into class and sit down at its seat, and everyone would go on believing that the girl it was attached to was the same sweet, kindhearted soul she'd always been. When in reality, she'd have crapped out whatever remained of Jessica long before, her body having already stolen everything else from her for a small morsel of nourishment. Amy would get to go on living her life, her sin against Jessica totally unknown and unpunished.

Jessica drifted back beneath the surface of the churning pool, her ears droning with gurgles and squelches from all directions in the darkness. She wondered if Amy would ever regret doing this to her. Maybe someday soon, or maybe in a few years when she'd matured into a young woman. Maybe it wouldn't be until decades later, when Amy was old and nostalgic in some nursing home.

Jessica liked to believe she would. It would make no difference to her fate today, her path through Amy had already been determined. But it was nice to imagine these wrongs committed against her someday being acknowledged and reconciled, even if she wouldn't be around for it.

It was certainly a more pleasant thought than the alternative. That Amy would forever treasure what she'd done to Jessica, her little guilty pleasure sampled in the impulsive days of her youth. A secret memory she'd dig out even when she was old and shriveled, smiling and thinking wistfully of how she'd really showed that little shrinky who was boss. 

Jessica chose to believe the first. Despite what she was enduring, she had to believe that the goodness in that kind faced girl would someday win out. It had to...

But then again, she'd been wrong about Amy before.




Amy closed up her textbook and pulled herself off the bed. "Okay, I'm all done with this. I think I'm gonna go home. I'll email you my half of it tonight."

Becca yawned and set her book aside. "Sounds good...I've only got a bit left as well. You sure you don't wanna stay and hang out a bit longer?"

"Nah, my parents will kill me if I'm not back soon," Amy explained, packing her things into her bag. She glanced over at the novel in Nate's hands and gave him a skeptical look. "You enjoy your book, Nate?" 

Shit. He wondered if she'd noticed he'd barely turned a page since he started "reading" it. Well, two could play at the sass game.

"You enjoy your shrinky?" he asked with a smirk. The blonde's face went slightly red.

"Oh yeah, I can barely feel mine anymore, what about you?" Becca perked up.

Amy glanced down at her gut. "I dunno. I think I might feel something...but I think she might've just finally accepted it and given up." Nate didn't miss the little smile that crept across the blonde's lips.

"Sooo, c'mon, what'd you think?" Becca pressed, getting up and skipping over to her friend.

Amy blushed a little and looked away, a little naughty smile flashing between her lips. "It was...interesting. I think I sort of get why you wanted to do this now, but I'm also still kinda nervous. Part of my brain just won't stop worrying about what if we get caught..."

"Amy, we're not gonna get caught!" Becca giggled, grabbing her friend by the hand. "How would they even catch you, huh? By this time tomorrow you'll be flushing her down the toilet!" Becca grinned and snuck a smack at Amy's bubble butt to make her point.

"BECCA!" Amy cried, her face a deep red. But almost immediately she started grinning and giggling right along with her brunette friend. After a moment, Amy composed herself and tightened her backpack straps, readying her exit. But before fully turning around, she glanced back to Nate.

"And Nate, you're still a dumbass for bringing these things here...but thanks for letting me try one." She flashed Nate a sweet little smile, catching the horny boy off-guard.

"N-no problem," Nate managed, watching Amy turn around exit out Becca's room, a noticeable bit of extra pep in her step as she went.

"Bye Amy!" Becca called after her from the doorway, closing it behind her. She turned back to Nate and grinned. "God, she's so funny. You can tell she totally fucking loved it, too."

"Do you want me to go too while you type up your report?" Nate asked.

Becca raised an eyebrow at him. "What? You really don't want to listen..?" She smirked and patted her midsection suggestively.

Nate blushed, once again surprised at how amazing his life had recently become. "No, sure, I'll listen..."

"Thought so," Becca replied smugly, sauntering over to her bed and climbing atop it. She laid down onto her back and pulled up her shirt slightly to once again expose her smooth belly, glancing over at Nate expectantly. "Well? Come on, I want to know if she's still in there."

Nate didn't need a second invitation. He joined Becca in laying on the bed, carefully resting his head on the smooth exposed skin. Oh man, it was so good to be back right here. The feeling of her warm flesh against his cheek, the girly scent of her...and of course, hearing the gurgling of the inner workings of her body. It was just so incredibly intimate.

He began to listen hard for what he was really searching for: any sign of little Annie. It was faint, but eventually he detected her. Somewhere buried deep amongst the groans and gurgles, was the muffled sound of a tiny voice wailing in misery. If there were any words, he couldn't pick them out; to Nate it just sounded like a constant, weary sobbing.

For a moment his heart panged a little for the shrunken girl. She almost certainly didn't deserve this grisly fate...but at the same time Nate felt his manhood begin to engorge. Maybe that was precisely what appealed to this sick side of him. That deserving or not, Becca could take everything from the little redhead: her life, her dignity, her hopes and dreams...and she could do it all as easily as if she were eating a grape. In all ways that mattered, Becca's body was now Annie's master, and she'd serve its whims whether she liked it or not.

"Well? Anything?" Becca asked, tapping Nate on the top of the head.

"I can barely hear her," Nate replied, still listening. "She's not really saying anything, just crying, I think."

"Awww, poor little thing..." Becca sympathized, but the illusion was shattered a moment later when she broke into a fit of giggles. She then bent herself slightly upright so she could see Nate better. "Oh! I almost forgot to ask, where the hell did you find these two little morsels?"

"Honestly, I don't know if you'd believe me if I told you." Nate smiled thinking about the absolutely insane day he'd had so far. "Long story short, I got them from one of my sister's friends. Do you remember June?"

Becca gasped. "Of course! Dude, she used to babysit me! Ah! I used to think she was the coolest! How's she doing?"

"She's doing good, she's actually got her own business now," Nate explained.

"Wow," Becca laid back down onto her back. "So, does she eat shrinkies too, then?"

"Dude, she told me she ate like seventeen of them!" Nate bragged.

"Seventeen?!" Becca gasped, shooting upright again so Nate could see her shocked face. 

"And..!" Nate began, having to pause to laugh at Becca's cute reaction, "...she also said she stuck one up her ass!"

Becca collapsed back onto her back in a mad fit of laughter, bouncing Nate's face on her heaving gut violently as she did. "Oh man, now I really want to party with her. That would be so cool to hang out again, now that I'm not just a little kid." She paused to giggle again. "God, up her fucking butt. I wonder what that's like..."

"Giving you some ideas?" Nate teased.

"Like I said, I'm open to new experiences..." Becca replied. Nate could feel her body move under him slightly as the brunette shifted her bum against the bed for a moment. Oh god, any more talk of that and he was going to bust in his pants...

"Well sorry, those two were all I had."

"Ugh! So if Amy hadn't been here I could've tried my first butt-shrinky?" Becca whined childishly. "So unfair!"

"Actually when I brought them here, I thought maybe you'd swallow them both at once," Nate admitted.

"I mean probably," Becca giggled. "That would've been pretty cool too, and little Annie would have at least had some company." She tapped her stomach with one finger just in front of Nate's face. She paused to sigh contentedly, then giggled briefly again. "God, can you imagine much it must suck for her in there? I mean talk about getting owned..."

Nate chuckled, his face bouncing along with the brunette's stomach as she giggled. "Honestly I'm not sure I can imagine it...I barely know what the inside of a stomach looks like, it's hard to wrap my head around the idea of actually being inside one." He paused and thought about it for a moment. "I guess shrinkies are probably the only people who really know what it's like."

"They're little pioneers in a way," Becca giggled. "I mean the news can talk all it wants about how sad it is what happened to Hope, but at least now she can say she was the first person to ever get pooped out of my butt!"

Nate rolled his eyes as the brunette's belly bounced madly with giggles against his face. "I don't think she's saying much of anything these days..."

"Hm, I guess not," Becca grinned up at the ceiling. "But as for imagining it...I've been doing a lot of that, ever since last time." Nate was surprised to feel Becca's touch on the top of his head, her fingers beginning to gently stroke his hair. "This is gonna sound kinda fucked, but I've almost been, like, obsessed with the idea of it, imagining how scared she must've been going down my throat...and how gross was it for her in my tummy with all the boba? Like was my lunch still in there with her too?" She giggled and then continued. "I just have so many questions; like could she see anything inside me, or is it just all dark? Could she hear us talking about her from in there?"

"I'm wondering what it was like for her in there whenever you burped," Nate teased.

"I know! I wanna know that too!" Becca giggled. "God, now that I think about it, it probably all just smells like my burps in there, huh?" She giggled and tapped her belly near Nate's face again. "Uh, have fun with that, Annie..."

"I think your burps are the least of her problems right now..."

"Fair point, I guess," she paused before continuing, "but here's the really messed up part, what I really keep wondering about is...what is it like to be digested? Like really? I mean obviously I know about stomach acids and stuff, so it must hurt, but it's so hard to imagine it really happening to you, y'know?" Nate could feel Becca's belly begin to rise and fall more rapidly. It seemed like she was getting...excited? If so, they certainly had that in common, right now. "Like how long are you in there before it really starts, and how long do you last after that? Do they have time to really think about what's happening to them? About how my body is going to absorb them and turn them into poop?" Her tummy was really moving now, even trembling slightly with every other exhale. Nate felt a slight moistness against his cheek, and he realized that the brunette's skin was beginning to faintly bead with sweat. "Like Annie here...by now she's definitely digesting, right? But even now, I can still feel her moving a little. Do you think she still thinks she has any chance? Or as she given up and accepted it like Amy's shrinky—that she's going to be digested by me. Oh, just picturing her little..."

Becca suddenly stopped, and her breathing slowed a bit. Nate felt incredibly blueballed, but it might've been for the best. He began to become aware of how dangerously close to busting he'd come.

"Um...Nate?" Becca asked, still laying back still on the bed.

"Yeah?" he asked, his face still resting on her slightly sweaty belly.

"I'm sorry, but could you...leave?"

Nate lifted his head, his skin sticking just slightly from the sweat. He looked over to his friend's face, she was looking away from him nervously, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Is something wrong?"

"No, this is great, it's just..." She blushed further, only able to meet his eyes for a moment before looking away again. "God this is so embarrassing...but um, I think I need some alone time. You know what I mean..?"

"Oh." Nate blinked, quickly moving off the bed and rising to his feet. "Yeah, no, okay."

"I'm sorry!" Becca giggled, covering her blushing face with her hands, writhing on the bed slightly in embarrassment. "God, you must think I'm such a freak..."

"Becca, I've known you were a freak for years," he joked as he grabbed his bag, hoping to ease the tension a bit. She giggled back, a good sign. "I'm happy for you though, really. It sounds like you've found something you really enjoy doing."

She smiled and nodded sheepishly at him from the bed. "And you are starting to really spoil me, mister! I still can't believe you were really going to give me two shrinkies!" She paused and gave him a playful look. "Though you did forget the cake again!"

"I promise, next time, there'll be cake," he laughed.

"There better be..." she scolded him. She sighed heavily and gazed up at the ceiling. "Fuck Nate, you really do have to try this, though. It's...well, it's really good."

"I don't know, I'm not sure if it works that way for me," Nate said, considering his next words carefully. "I think I...I just like that you like it."

"I know," Becca replied quickly, the smuggest of smiles spread across her lips. She then collapsed back into the pillows, exhaling impatiently. "Ugh, now go! I need to handle this now while she's still moving..!"

Nate laughed and stepped out the door. "Alright, have fun..."

"Oh, you know I will..." she grinned before rolling over into another fit of bashful giggles. 

Nate, ever the gentleman, left and headed down the stairs. Walking away from the one place he truly wanted to be, more than anywhere in the world. But he wasn't leaving totally empty handed, he now possessed a valuable piece of knowledge. He'd confirmed what long he'd hoped for and suspected: that Becca liked it too, the way he did.

As Nate stepped out of Becca's house and onto the sidewalk, he took a moment to appreciate the feeling of the cool night air on his skin. To think that just a little while ago he'd been convinced he was going to spend the rest of his life in a cell. Nate swelled with gratefulness towards his life, to the freedom he enjoyed and the many exciting opportunities that lay ahead of him. Very few were as a lucky as him, in a way.

A naughty smirk spread on his lips as the image of Amy's soft belly, then Becca's smooth pale one entered his mind, his thoughts turning to the two tiny women that were surely still currently stewing inside of them.

No, some were far unluckier indeed.




Amber's Party Favors

Word Count: 20055
Added: 03/23/2025
Updated: 04/05/2025
Chapter Notes:

Nate gets an invitation to party with the rich kids from St Abigail's, and the birthday girl has brought some interesting party favors to share with her guests. Temptations seem to lie around every corner of the party, and Nate might be left with a difficult choice: should he risk escalating things with Becca to the next level, or has someone better just strode into his life?


"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.


The Dessert She Deserved

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...