Hannah picked up a half-empty cup of long-abandoned coffee and took a swig. She wasn't sure it was hers or even what day it was from, but it was a walk to the kitchen and she didn't have the motivation. The coffee was stale and nasty. She grimaced at the faded Garfield comic printed on the mug, the punchline lost to years of washing. She'd been meaning to sharpie something into Garfield's now empty speech bubble but inspiration hadn't hit her yet. Reclining back on the old couch, Hannah's eyes bored into the cup as she wracked her brain for a good joke.

"Shit. I don't know why I play this game."

Hannah looked up, cup forgotten. Sam was hunched over on the couch beside her playing something on the Xbox. Her hair was a mess of tangled brown curls and she was still in her pajamas from last night. Hannah was pretty sure she hadn't slept based on the dark circles under her eyes, Sam always had a laser-focus when gaming.

Hannah took advantage of that fact to ogle her roomie's enormous, perfect boobies. She'd often found herself daydreaming about playing with those massive titties, each soft orb nearly the size of her head. Sam was a bit of a shut-in, she didn't wear a bra with her pajamas so her nipples poked through the fabric of her ratty old digimon t-shirt. Hannah very much would like to lean over and give those gumdrops a pinch, feel them stiffen and tease them with the tip of her tongue and-

Hannah scratched at her beanie. She had to pull herself together, it was just uncouth to be lusting after her best friend, even if trade everything she owned to bury her face in that beautiful sweaty cleavage. Fuck, she needed a smoke. She was about to ask what Sam was playing when the front door burst open with a bang.

"Look what I got, bitches!" Melissa slid inside, waving around a tiny remote. 

Melissa was always a little drunk and dressed to go clubbing. The yin to Sam's yang, she was loud, outgoing, and promiscuous. The three of them couldn't be more different but somehow that had made the gamer, party girl, and stoner's friendship stronger over the past semester.

"A remote?" Hannah squinted at the device and sipped her coffee, trying to scrape the taste of it off her tongue with her teeth.

"Yup, but it's a fuckin shrink-remote" Melissa waved it around excitedly, moving in front of the TV. Sam paused her game and looked up, incredulous.

"I hope you didn't pay much for it because you definitely got ripped off." She said with a sigh.

"No it's legit for sure!" Melissa fiddled with the buttons, adjusting settings, "some nerd was bragging about it at the bar, I grabbed his dick as a distraction and swiped it from his pocket!"

She cackled as she mimed the maneuver for her roommates.

Hannah nearly shot cold coffee out of her nose laughing.

Sam was less impressed.

"Well let's see it then," she crossed her arms under her ample bosom, pushing it up slightly. 

Hannah tried to listen to the two debate while she stared at those beautiful titties, but her attention was focused elsewhere. She slipped into a daydream; Sam was lifting her shirt, her pink nipples dripping warm, sweet, milk. Hannah gave one a gentle squeeze, spraying some across her face while Sam giggled. She leaned forward to latch on and-

"Hannah, stop staring at Sam's tits for five seconds, we're going to try the shrink thing!"

Hannah snapped back to reality, her roommates were laughing at her.

"Oh shit, yeah let's do it," she said, pushing her long ash blonde hair behind her ear. "So what are we gonna climb around or something?"

"Well someone's gotta stay big to work the remote. We picked you while you were zoning." Sam giggled.

"Alright sure," Hannah took the remote from Melissa's outstretched hand, "how do I-"

There was a blinding flash of white light as Melissa disappeared with a squeak. Sam and Hannah stared blankly at each other for a moment before craning to look over the coffee table at the floor. 

Melissa was about two inches tall, jumping around and waving her arms. She was yelling something but her voice was too quiet for either of them to hear. Sam reached down and carefully picked up the tiny woman.

"Well shit," she held Melissa up for both to see, "I guess it was legit."

"I told you!" Melissa shouted, gesturing at herself for emphasis. "Put me on the table, I wanna fuckin mess with all this huge shit!"

Sam gently lowered her down to the cluttered coffee table, Melissa gripping her fingers for balance. Hannah watched as the shrunken girl leapt down onto a stack of magazines, she was so small!

"Get me too, we'll let you know when it's your turn." Sam brushed some trash off the cleanest corner of the table before taking a seat.

Hannah looked at the remote, there were only a few buttons, so it only took a second to figure out the one she accidentally hit before. One blinding flash later Sam was also tiny, sitting on the table. She gleefully jumped up and ran to Melissa, the tiny women embracing and giggling. Hannah returned to her groove on the worn couch to watch.

The next twenty minutes were spent with the girls messing around with the junk on the table, from jumping on buttons to change the channel on the TV (Sam's game flicked to an episode of Arthur) to taking turns taking tiny little bites of a Cheeto longer than they were tall.

Hannah started getting a little bored playing babysitter. Her mind began to wander as she watched them fool around, she reached in her flannel pocket and pulled out a half-smoked blunt from the night before. Scanning the table, she spied her cheap purple lighter not far from where the girls were messing with a pen and paper, trying to work together to hold it up and write. As she picked up the lighter, Sam looked away from their drawing of a penis and saw her lighting up.

"Hey, hold that down here!" She yelled, letting go of the pen and allowing it to tip over, taking Melissa down with it. The small blonde clambered up over the notepad to see what was going on.

"Yeah!" she cried, "This would be way better stoned!"

Hannah paused. She wasn't sure how this was going to work at their size. She looked at the joint, then looked at her roommates. Even half smoked it was as tall as they were. She shrugged.

"Sure, here you go."

She held the lit cig between two fingers, right at face height for the pair. She couldn't help but smile at them both trying to puff, but it was just too big and their lungs too small. After a few more half-hearted attempts, they gave up.

"Yeah you guys are too small." Hannah said, taking a long drag. As she let the smoke roll out of her mouth, Melissa lit up.

"You guys," she shouted, excitement audible in her voice, "I just had the best fucking idea."

Sam and Hannah both looked to their party-girl friend as she paused for dramatic effect, just a little too long. She swung her arm in a great arc, ending pointing right at Hannah's face.

"Let's fuckin hotbox in Hannah's mouth."

"What? No way, it would be hot and gross, why would we do that?" Sam looked incredulous.

"Listen," Melissa replied, "we sit in her mouth and she can smoke. She holds it in her cheeks for a sec before blowing it out and viola we are high as fuck. There's literally no way this can go wrong, it's the perfect plan!"

Sam looked to Hannah. The giant woman was slouched so far back on the couch she was practically laying down. Her eyes were bloodshot and unfocused, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth  Clearly the weed was pretty good stuff. 

"Alright let's do it." She shrugged.

Hannah tried to focus on the discussion at hand but the drugs in her system made it even harder to keep her weak focus. She was zoning out watching Arthur on the TV when she felt something on her chest. She wiped her mouth and tilted her head down to see Melissa standing on her tank top between her breasts.

"Open up, bitch!" She yelled, cupping her hands for more volume.

Hannah thought about that for a moment. Why was Melissa small again? Fuck she was thirsty. She was pulled from her stupor by Melissa's tiny hands pulling on her lower lip. She obliged, letting her jaw fall open. The shrunken woman scrambled up her chin, grabbed her bottom teeth and awkwardly clambered inside. Her little hands and feet sunk into the soft tongue as she crawled, Hannah could taste her slightly salty skin and some bitterness from Melissa's perfume. With her passenger settled in, Hannah started to close her mouth when she heard a shout from within.

"Wait, fuck!" 

Melissa crawled back out between Hannah's lips, dropping down onto the big girl's chest. She wiped her hands and feet on Hannah's white tank top.

"You're drooling everywhere! It's all slimy and gross, your breath smells like nasty coffee!" Melissa yelled up to her, gesturing wildly. She pointed out to the hallway "I'm going to go get my swimsuit, start with Sam. Grow me back real quick!"

Hannah stared down at her blankly, eyes unfocused.

"Jesus you're a dumb bitch when you're high. Use the remote, moron!" Melissa said, laughing.

"Oh yeah, shit."

Hannah fumbled with the remote before there was another flash. Melissa appeared full size so quickly she fell to the ground with a wheeze. Sam and Hannah snorted with laughter as the blonde scrambled back to her feet and stumbled off down the hallway toward her room. Sam was climbing up the big girl's slight pot belly, using her long ash colored locks as a rope.

"Lemmie get my PJs off, I need to wash them anyway but I don't want them soaked in drool." She pulled down her tie-dye lounge pants and tossed them down on Hannah's thigh. "No bra so the shirt stays on I guess."

Hannah couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, she was hoping to get a glimpse of those dreamy breasts, maybe feel them drag over her lip when Sam climbed in. She wanted to feel those nipples harden against the soft surface of her tongue, maybe even taste-

"Hannah, stay with it!" Sam was now right in front of her chin, reaching up to touch her bottom lip.

The giantess swallowed the built-up saliva pooled under her tongue. God, why did weed make her drool like a bulldog? She reached down and slowly picked up her tiny roommate between thumb and forefinger, carefully carrying her into her mouth. Slurping in the bare stubbly legs, she closed her lips while Sam situated herself inside. She could feel her sitting on her tongue, legs straddling and feet braced against the back of her bottom teeth. Her thick thighs had a slightly salty flavor, tinged with sweat. Hannah struggled not to notice the fact the object of her lust's pantied groin was pressed on to her tongue, she had to distract herself.

Hannah took a long drag on the blunt and held it, cheeks puffed as she counted down in her head. She felt Sam shift position, laying on her belly on her tongue, those big boobies separated from tastebuds by just a thin layer of sticky wet fabric. A hint of blush tinted her cheeks and her hand subconsciously slid to the waistband of her gray sweatpants. She parted her lips and Sam slid herself forward, resting her elbows on her roommate's bottom teeth, wheezing.

"Damn," she coughed, "that was really intense."

"Yah eh wah…" Hannah tried to reply, but  the attempt had jostled her tiny passenger backwards, and the big girl's tongue slid right into Sam's oversized Digimon shirt.

She felt those perfect breasts mashed against her taste buds; tasted the salty sweat in the generous cleavage, and could even feel the slightest hint of hardened nipples. She let out an unintentional moan as she explored Sam's body, sucking gently while her  unfocused eyes slid back to the TV. The minutes ticked by while she played with the girl in her mouth, trapped in place by the fabric of her oversized shirt. Hannah meant no harm, but with the haze clouding her mind, she was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on what she was doing. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took another hit, totally forgetting to hold it in her mouth. She could hear muffled protests from somewhere, like a voice in her head.

Oh yeah, shoot, she thought, Sam's probably neck-deep in drool. Can't stop salivating every time I smoke. She smiled to herself, having figured out what Sam was hollering about. She tilted her head to drain the saliva to the back of her throat, feeling it all run down, pooling below her uvula. She swallowed. Something caught in her throat, tickling with movement. Hannah grimaced and swallowed again, sighing with relief as the offending blockage was forced down. 

A wave of panic crashed into her, what if she just swallowed Sam? The sensation of a sopping wet t-shirt on her tongue brought her back to serenity. She dutifully took another long drag and held it in her cheeks for her tiny companion, letting it billow out while she watched TV again. God she was so good at this, it was gonna be cool when she was small or whatever. An uncomfortable tickling from under her ribcage caught her attention, so she took another foul swig of coffee to calm it before forgetting it ever happened.

Inside Hannah's stomach, Sam was stunned. She sat in a pool of stale coffee and chyme surrounded by hot, humid, and very noisy darkness. She carefully stood, the uneven fleshy ground below the slop nearly pitched her forward immediately.

"Hannah?!" She yelled out, her voice echoing under the cacophony of bodily noises. "Hannah, I think you swallowed me!"

She found a wall and hammered her fists on it, anything to get her friend's attention. In response, she found herself splattered with a fresh torrent of nasty coffee from above, knocking her off her feet.

Oh God, she thought, Melissa will see what happened and get me out. She tried to stave off panic, even as her skin began to itch. She just had to wait for rescue.

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Hannah wasn't zoned for long before she realized someone was talking to her. She snapped to attention as Melissa, clad in a tiny little teal string bikini, climbed onto the couch and kneeled over her, straddling her legs. She stared entranced at the glittery little belly ring dangling from her roommate's navel before looking up at her face.

"I was saying," Melissa scolded in mock seriousness, "you are too high work the remote. I'll get it myself."

The blonde pointed the remote at herself, posed like she was taking a selfie, and disappeared in a flash of light. Hannah looked down, the tiny woman was already scrambling up her tank top to her face.

"I wanna try something, have Sam make room then stick your tongue out."

Hannah furrowed her brow for a moment, then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue down to her chin. A gout of saliva poured out along with a very wet t-shirt flopping on her clavicle. Melissa laughed, nudging the sticky mess with her toe.

"Holy shit that bitch is naked? I never would have guessed she'd try to one up me!" She cupped her hands and shouted into the cavern before her "You slut!"

Turning around with her back to the tongue, Melissa crossed her arms on her chest, closed her eyes, and tipped backwards.

"Trust fall!" She shrieked.

She only fell a short distance before sticking to the hot, wet tongue like fly paper. Hannah could hear her giggling to herself as she pulled her inside and shut her mouth. Immediately her taste buds were awash in the bitter taste of Melissa's cheap perfume as the tiny party girl crawled around inside. Hannah grimaced and picked up her coffee. A muffled voice came from within:

"Hannah, where's Sam? Did she get out?" 

Hannah took a big swig, hoping to cleanse the taste from her mouth with another. She swished it around, trading the chemical flavor for stale coffee. Melissa was yelling something, hard to tell with so much in her mouth. She tilted her head back vertically and gargled in a last attempt to clear the taste, then with one big gulp sucked all of it down. The stoner smacked her lips and eased out a silent, hot belch before remembering her job. She took another big puff and held it in her mouth as long as she could. Fuck, it was hard to remember to do that. She grabbed the bag of cheetos off the table and started eating.

Sam's wait was over; Melissa had arrived. She'd spilled in from above amidst another torrent of coffee, screaming bloody murder the whole way down. She crashed into Sam, both of them collapsing into a heap in the rising pool of chyme. As they fought to the surface, Melissa was hysterical, screaming incoherently as the two held each other. How could this have happened? Why wasn't Hannah regurgitating them? The chamber compacted in as digestion kicked in gear, leaving the two women pressed tightly together. This was it, there was no way out.

On the TV, Arthur had ended and now Recess was on. Hannah always liked Recess. She took another hit and let her eyes unfocus as she settled in and zoned out.