The interns were all waiting outside the locked scan room when a woman appeared at the door’s small window. She was the usual scan attendant, dressed in the light blue lab clothes with LSG’s branding.

“Scan room’s down for maintenance. Head next door.” She indicated an open door down the hall.

Jaime couldn’t imagine what secrets or proprietary tech LSG could possibly care about so much. The scanner could detect any technology or papers, like a jump drive holding secrets or someone smuggling a snippet of code in their notebook. The rumor was that they were also scanning for tiny employees, who were known to ask for safe passage to the outside. Jaime didn’t blame them, but they had relinquished their right to free movement. Her body shuddered, still reeling from the moment alone with Alex.

They filed into the secondary scan room, but this one was different. The metal panels on the walls were larger and there were no individual booths. This must be some kind of new tech, scanning them all at once. Jaime breathed a sigh of relief. It was almost over. Her last day as an intern was coming to a close.

“Pick an X and stand on it.” The scan room tech said over an intercom.

The women shuffled around, finding ‘X’ marks etched onto the floor at regular intervals. They each found a spot, with a few X’s left over. They stood silently, some with their heads bowed. One woman was quietly crying and trying not to show it. Jaime still had her fists balled up, anger flooding through in waves. The taste of boot polish was still in her mouth. The machine in the walls began to whir, and Jaime suddenly realized she was still holding Alex’s gum. She knew something small like that would throw off the scan and prompt an additional search. She looked around for some spot to ditch it as the machine’s whir became louder. Too loud. She had no option, and just held onto the gum and hoped it wouldn’t be picked up. She felt hot, and then nauseated. The whirring was getting louder and louder, and the other women were looking around confused as she was. Then Jaime felt the gum in her hand vibrate. She held her hand out and found the gum had grown to the size of a golf ball. Her eyes widened, as the white sticky gum grew even larger in her hand, quickly swelling to the size of a boulder. Jaime screamed, and the room’s lights went dark.

The gum was impossibly large, and now rolling away. Jaime tried to steady herself but the sticky ball drew her along as it rolled. The other women were gone, and as the wet ball rolled against her she realized she was naked. It was dark and humid, and her eyes hadn’t adjusted. Jaime spun through a confusing and dark nightmare of Alex’s saliva. It rolled on top of her legs and she was pinned. Jaime tried to call for help but the wind was knocked from her. She tried to see where she was and as her eyes adjusted she found a soft leather floor. Then leather ceiling. Then the sweaty imprint of toes in the leather, magnified to impossible proportions. Jaime panicked, seeing the overhead light through the thin mesh of nylon lying over the outside of the shoe. She had been shrunk on the spot, stuck to her boss’s gum in her own shoe.

The nylon lying over the shoe moved, and she saw the face of the scan attendant. She was impossibly large, her face easily the size of a building. She wore a mask and goggles, and her hair was pulled back. Fingers covered in blue surgical plastic began to poke around the shoe, lifting the heel into the sky. Jaime’s heart dropped into her stomach as she ascended with impossible speed. The massive woman tilted the shoe, a large green eye looked around the toe box. The gum held Jaime suspended to the inside tip of the shoe, even as the scan room attendant shook her prison.

Jaime screamed as the prodding fingers entered the mouth of the shoe, grabbing hold of the gum and easily plucking it from the leather. The bright world returned, exposing Jaime’s naked body to the woman above. She couldn’t move, stuck fast to the gum. She tried to kick and pry herself but only managed to further cover herself in Alex’s minty saliva. She gagged and sputtered, realizing she was stuck to a giant bite mark in the gum. A near-perfect impression of one of Alex’s molars. Shock and humiliation made her feel like she was on fire.

The scanning attendant’s eyes were quizzical, turning Jaime over as she examined the gum wad. Jaime saw every woman in the room had been reduced to a pile of clothes, and several LSG employees were rifling through the shoes and skirts and stockings. One held up a pair of dark tights, a small naked woman screaming faintly at the bottom near the toes. They had shrunk all of them. Every last intern. Jaime had been reduced to another pathetic tiny employee. She knew this was wrong but had no idea what could be done. The hopes of being selected melted away, and the cold terror of her new place in life began to percolate. She had to do something, she had to fight.

“You… You can’t do this!” She shrieked. 

“Please remain still.” The booming voice commanded. It was terribly loud yet clinical and detached.

The gloved fingers worked the gum, while others squeezed Jaime. The pressure was immense, and then the fingers began to pull. Her body was wrenched from the gum, and her hair was ripped in several places. She screamed as the attendant removed what they could of the gum. Her body was violated, the plastic fingers grabbing her with no regard for safety or modesty. There was still sticky residue on her skin but the gum had been mostly removed. Jaime was horrified, trying to hide her nakedness

“What the fuck! Why did you do this?!” Jaime sobbed.

The woman ignored Jaime’s protests. Instead; the massive woman pulled down her mask and leaned over Jaime. The recently shrunken woman tried to protest but the gigantic mouth of the scan technician pursed and a thick gob of spittle squeezed out. The liquid was warm and horribly thick, landing on Jaime’s torso. Jaime tried to retreat, but the cold blue fingers easily ignored her squirming. Then they began to massage the saliva around her body. The pad of the pointer finger pressed into her breasts, roughly scrubbing in small circles. The woman was removing the sticky residue, making a slurry of miny flavor and tears. Jaime tried to push her away as she scrubbed her stomach, thighs, and butt. The awful woman flipped her over, pinning her into a pool of saliva in the palm of her glove. Jaime felt like she would drown in a drop of spit, but death did not come. Her body was scrubbed vigorously. 

Her mind retreated inwards, deciding this mustn’t be happening. This was impossible. She rejected the sight of the bowl she was placed in. She rejected the faces of the other women, all sobbing as they were collected and placed into the sterile white container. All thirteen of them were dropped in unceremoniously, and Jaime curled up into a ball to avoid the reality. She had given them everything, and it still wasn’t enough. She held out hope that this was some kind of special program. That she was to have a good life, despite being small. The bowl that was their new home was carried to another room, she wasn’t sure how far. The overhead lights and the face of the scanning tech were all they could make out. 

Jaime realized this new size wasn’t just a change of perspective. Everything was so violent now, the subtle movements of the woman carrying them caused the girls to bump into one another and fly around as if in a car accident. The world was so loud, so bright, and so cold. The LSG corridors always made her shiver but now she felt like she was being slowly freeze-dried. The whole world seemed impossible now, and everything hurt. Jaime sobbed, and her wails mixed with the cries of the others barely carried up to the woman transporting them.

Their journey came to an end at what seemed like a table. The sudden drop and stability provided a small comfort compared to the constant swaying. The scanning technician left, Jaime now realizing she wasn’t a scanning tech. LSG was using shrinking technology, which was only approved by government agencies. Had they some kind of military contract?

The naked women in the bowl talked briefly amongst themselves, cried out for help, and simply cried. One tried to scale the edge of the bowl, sliding back down uselessly. They were all panicked but they all knew what had occurred. The company had made the decision, and they were no longer fit for society. Their last-ditch efforts had failed. They belonged to LSG now.

The hair on the back of Jaime’s neck stood on end when the door opened again. She couldn’t see who it was but she heard a booming thud and a terrible squeak. It was one of Alex’s boots, followed by the other. Someone followed in behind her. The intern’s screams fell silent as their bosses appeared over them like mountains. Lyra and Alex, impossibly large. The titanic women walked around the table and took a seat. Alex had that same wicked smile, and Lyra had her polite motherly smile. Their bosses looked down at them with detached amusement.

A third woman followed them in, the sound of her heels echoing around them. They could not see her face, but when she spoke they recognized her voice. This was the CEO of Leadership Solutions Group. Her face and voice had been on every pointless training video. Her face was on the signage in the lobby. Brooke Waters, the woman who built everything they see.

“Well done, ladies. Enjoy your secondary bonus.” Her voice was happy, even cheerful. She closed the door without another word, and her heels clicked away into the corridor beyond. The two women who had been tormenting them for more than a month leaned over, taking in the despair and nakedness. The women below let out a mixture of bewildered gasps and murmurs. They had been conditioned to await orders when those women appeared, but decorum had crumbled away.

“This is illegal! You can’t do this!” Someone shouted.

Alex’s terrifying smile widened. Lyra let out a modest chuckle, covering her mouth. Jaime could feel the air from her breath wash over her, warm and perfumed. The laugh rattled the bowl, light vibrations made their way up to the table. It made Jaime’s skin crawl.

“It was all there, fresh meat. In the fine print.” Alex’s voice was cool and sharp, like a knife in a steady hand. Her tongue slowly slinked from her mouth and applied a thin wet smear onto her lips.

“Oh, poor things. They didn’t know.” Lyra’s melodic voice seemed like harps from heaven. She leaned in close to the bowl and her soft eyes regarded them with sickly sweet kindness.

“Who’s first?” Alex asked Lyra, leaning in close to the bowl alongside her. The faces of their bosses covered up the sky and blotted out the lights in the ceiling.

“This isn’t right! We still have rights!” One woman screamed.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure. You pick.” Lyra bit her lip, ignoring the tiny woman.

“We gave you everything! We did everything!” Another tiny intern screamed. Their voices were ethereal whispers compared to the booming voices of their superiors.

“Everything?” Alex asked mockingly. “Not quite yet, fresh meat.” Her hand appeared in the bowl, short black painted nails descended with sickening purpose. The protesting woman was engulfed between a massive thumb and forefinger. Before anyone could react, another set of fingers were already upon them. Jaime dove out of the way as Alex’s massive fingers plucked a woman standing next to her. Her feet rose into the air kicking, her screams muffled. Jaime lay on the floor of the cold bowl and watched Alex deposit one of the screaming women into Lyra’s outstretched hand.

The inters tried to escape, held nearly thirty feet in the air as the terrible fingers maneuvered them. They were both pinched at the hip, limbs flailing free. Jaime felt a tiny drop of moisture on her face, tears raining down from above as they protested.

“Let me go you fucking psycho!” One yelled.

“Help! Help! Fuck!” The other cried through sobs.

“Cheers.” Alex smiled, gesturing to Lyra.

“Here’s to another great quarter” Lyra smiled back, and then the two women pressed the tiny interns together like shot glasses. The women tried to cover themselves, limbs pressing against breasts and thighs bumping between their legs. The bowl shook as Alex laughed, and the women smeared the two interns all over each other. Their breasts rubbed together while they cried, unable to stop the rough molestation while their bosses smiled.

Jaime felt like this was it, this was their new function. Fidget toys for the two sadists. She shuddered, wondering what pointless job she would receive. She wondered how much torture they would need to endure until they were given their new quarters. She resigned to be a desk toy, and hoped that was the worst. Boot Shiner. Coffee Stirrer. Garbage Can. Toy.

She watched the tiny two women separate, and then pass over the grinning mouths. Screams of terror and confusion exploded from the squirming inters as their bosses opened their mouths. Lyra’s pink tongue stretched out and Alex’s grin simply widened, revealing her terrine mouth behind her teeth. The poor women rolled off of their boss's fingers and disappeared. Their screams turned hollow and wet, each rolling around inside their boss’s mouth. Jaime’s mind broke. Her bosses both swallowed, dooming their respective interns to a death she couldn’t imagine. Jaime could only shake her head as the women smiled and laughed, the bowl shuddered from the waves of demented glee. 

Lyra sighed, and her well-manicured hand entered the bowl. The interns screamed in unison, fleeing the long red nails with sharp fear of being next. Jaime ducked, as a woman scrambled over her. A long and soft digit followed her, snatching the woman mid-step as she tried to scramble up the smooth side of the bowl.

“This isn’t fuking happening... I did everything... Fuck!” Jamie muttered to herself as she watched the struggling woman rise out of the bowl.

“Please! No no no no! Lyra! This… Miss Lyra! No No!” The little woman screamed, her mind whirling to try some way of escape. The red nails dug into her flesh, preventing escape as she was brought to Lyra’s gorgeous smile.

“I’m sorry, honey. You didn’t make it. You get to be food now, alright?” Her voice had a tone of reassurance despite the terrible thing she was suggesting. The terrible thing she had already done.

“I’m not- I’m not food! Lyra, please! You were so nice!”

“Aww, thank you honey. Bye now.” Lyra’s mouth opened, and her tongue came for the woman between her fingers. She screamed when the slick wet organ touched her, realizing there was no reasoning with the woman devouring her. Another woman in the bowl screamed as Alex plucked her during the commotion. She was hanging upside down, her hips pinched between Alex’s fingers. She flailed her arms, trying to grab anything.

“Uh oh, who will save her?” Alex’s voice rang with mock concern as she passed the woman over the others in the bowl, dangling her just out of reach.

Lyra’s fingers withdrew from her lips, they were empty. She suckled for a moment, and then the tiny woman’s face appeared from between Lyra’s pursed lips. Her skin was red and wet, her hair matted to her face. She had barely survived being sucked on like candy. Then she disappeared with a wet slurp, followed by a terrible gulp. Jaime grabbed her throat in disgust as she watched the woman disappear into Lyra’s throat. A small lump disappeared and the woman was gone. Jaime couldn’t comprehend her situation, it seemed like a nightmare she may have dreamed up to cope with the bullying. Boot Shiner. Foot Masseuse. Toy. Snack.

Reality slapped her as the flailing woman smacked her with a desperate hand. She was still held upside-down, and her hands desperately clung to Jaime. Jaime reflexively reached out to help but realized she may as well try to uproot a tree. Alex’s fingers didn’t budge, and instead lurched upwards. Jaime tried to let go but the other intern gripped her arm. Before long she was already in the air, dangling by the woman’s arms. She grabbed hold, fearful of being dropped. She looked into the woman’s eyes, a reflection of her own terror. She couldn’t remember her name.

“Please, help me! Fuck!” The poor woman managed to say, clearly squeezed too hard.

“Heh, hey Lyra look I have two on the line.” Kate chuckled, dangling the two tiny women over her coworker. 

Lyra already had another woman between her lips, half-engulfed by her mouth. Her tiny bare ass hung from Lyra’s mouth, legs kicking the air. Lyra’s eyes brightened and she smiled, lips parting to reveal the struggling woman. Her tongue rose to pin the woman to her soft palette, then her mouth moved to speak with the intern still inside. Jaime’s blood froze as Lyra’s sweet lips parted to speak directly under her while the woman inside slid around.

“Oooh, I wonder how long she can hold onnn~” Lyra said in a sing-song cadence.

“Who slips first, I wonder?” Kate added, lowering the pair into Lyra’s mouth. 

“Ahhhhhh~” Lyra’s throat vibrated against the woman already trapped in her mouth, and Jaime screamed as her boss’s lips moved past them. The two tiny women clutched each other as they entered Lyra’s damp mouth, and the woman below scrambled to get away from the dark pit that had already swallowed up two of them.

“Heh, think I can get three on the line before you swallow that one?” Alex asked Lyra, bemused.

“Ah, Ahhhhhh~” Lyra’s voice rang through her open mouth as she accepted the challenge, shaking her head slightly. Jaime’s feet touched Lyra’s tongue as her mouth swayed. It was slick and slimy, and oppressively strong. Jaime looked down towards the saliva-covered woman near the back of Lyra’s throat. The woman was winded, clawing desperately towards Jaime’s feet. Jaime knew the only hope was to grab on, but she was already slipping. Lyra’s humid cavern made both of them slippery in Alex’s grip. They swayed inside Lyra’s mouth, lowered until Alex’s fingers were almost touching Lyra’s teeth. In the ensuing darkness, Jaime heard a deafening GULP. The woman below screamed and continued to scream. She had narrowly avoided being swallowed.

Alex’s hand shifted and Jaime could see her, half inside Lyra’s throat. Buried up to her hips. Jaime was lowered a little further, and she felt the poor woman grasp her ankle. Her hand was slimy with Lyra’s spittle.

“Please! Don’t let her eat me! Pull me! Pull!” The woman begged.

Jaime weakly tried to flex her leg, pulling the woman out. But Lyra swallowed again, and the woman slipped further. Her grip on Jaime’s foot almost slipped but she managed to hold. All three women screamed against the deafening noise of Lyra’s throat, swallowing and massaging the woman into her depths. Jaime looked up and saw one of Alex’s eyes peering down, wide with sadistic glee.

Lyra swallowed again, and the woman held firm. This time, however, Jaime began to slip deeper. Her grip was loosening, and one more swallow would mean she’d disappear too. She could feel the base of Lyra’s tongue with her other foot, right at the edge of oblivion. Jaime began to kick at the grip around her ankle, trying to free herself.

“Hey! No! Please! Please! Don’t let her! I don’t want to die! Please! No!” The woman protested as she tried to hold on, Jaime’s foot kicking wildly to protect herself.

“I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so sorry” Jaime sobbed, as she continued to kick at the doomed woman.

“Uh oh, somebody forgot their teamwork seminar” Alex’s voice reverberated inside Lyra, mocking them from above.

Lyra’s throat let out a chilling vibration, a terrible giggle which squeezed the woman trapped up to her armpits in her throat. Her hand slipped as Jaime kicked her, and her arms desperately clung to the massive tongue. A barely audible cry squeaked out from the woman, blowing saliva bubbles from her face as she screamed.

“Please!”

GULP.


Lyra’s tongue shuddered, and the woman was gone. Her hungry throat claimed another, and the two women sobbed as they clung to each other. A dark wet void was all that was left of the screaming intern. Lyra let out a satisfied sigh as the women were pulled up and out of her mouth, the throat below them performed an alien victory dance. Alex made a mock frown but her eyes communicated delight.

“Awwww, Almost saved her. Too bad.” Alex laughed.

Lyra’s mouth hung open still, lips curled into a smug wide smile. She began to laugh, and her tongue arched upwards to meet Jaime. The tiny women screamed as Lyra’s laugh washed over them in thick waves. The hungry maw was coming for them now.

“Hey you already had a few, these are mine.” Alex protested and quickly withdrew the pair of soggy women.

“Oh, you’re right, honey. How terribly rude of me,” Lyra agreed, “Here, why don’t I feed one to you?”

“You’re too sweet,” Alex said through a genuine smile.

The women clung together and sobbed, hoping for some miracle. Lyra’s hands engulfed Jaime, and they were shifted sideways. Alex’s grip around the other intern loosened and Jaime gasped as Lyra forcefully pinched her torso. Then gravity seemed to reverse, and the tiny women were reversed. Jaime was trapped, nearly immobile, as the intern she didn’t even know dangled from her arms. She tried her best to hold onto her but could barely move herself. The woman dangled below, trying to catch her breath after being freed.

Jaime could do nothing but hold on tight as Lyra brought them over Alex’s maw. The massive grin opened wide to her terrible tongue, and Jaime remembered the small wad of gum she had taken from this mouth not more than an hour ago. It smelled vaguely of mint. Jaime couldn’t scream as Lyra lowered them down, squeezing the air from her chest. The other intern clutched desperately to Jaime’s arms.