Seat hard on the butt, handlebar in the hand, Lynn Duress peddled her bicycle towards the address displayed on her MWatch™; 700 Thimble Ct. apartment 4D.

Though this was her first delivery with her new job, finding addresses was nothing new to Lynn. After flunking out of college at the age of 20, she had spent three years working at a local pizza place. Unfortunately, Several years of money management issues forced them to let her go.

After a year of her applications being rejected by the likes of McDonalds and Walmart, Lynn was backed into a corner. With bills to pay and savings running dry, she was forced to look somewhere with even lower standards… the hip new “alternative food” app PorchRunner; The Food of the Future™.

She took a second to tap at her watch, looking for more information on the person who would be her first customer. “Madison Taylor, 20, F” the watch displayed. The poor girl had two first names.

A bead of sweat dripped from Lynn's short, messy black hair that hung over her eyes. the salty drop fell towards her tan, yet freckled face, landing first on her nose, and then continuing down onto her lips.

Lynn’s hair wasn't the only part of her body that had become a sweaty mess. Her white shirt was drenched, clinging to her impressive bust, and letting her bra show clearly through the thin, wet cloth. Embarrassed, she leaned forward. The fabric peeled away, working somewhat to obscure her breasts.

She glanced ahead towards another young girl, who was coasting on her bike without pedaling. Even with the distance between them, Lynn could hear its little magic motor whirring away. She glanced down at her MWatch, powered by the same magic effortlessly propelling the girl in front of her. Lynn would kill to have one of those fancy magic bikes, but $1,000 was just too much for a broke college dropout.

It was hard to believe that, just 50 years ago, magic was nothing but fantasy. Now it was everywhere… in the bikes, in the watches… and even at the dinner table.

Putting her thoughts about the world aside, Lynn glanced to her right. Over the 4-story buildings and trees that populated this part of her city stood a steel, wireframe monolith, towering above the apartments and roads.

A 5M tower.

She looked back down at her watch. Its magic power was reading 99%. Its magic power was always reading 99%.

“In 50ft, turn right on Thimble Ct” her watch spoke through her magic-powered wireless earbuds, briefly overriding her music. She was almost there.

Lynn looked closer at her magic watch. Inside its slick and modern exterior was a complex maze of circuitry that no one- not even the engineers responsible for it's creation- fully understood.

suddenly, a voice came over her wireless magic earbuds, jolting Lynn from her daydreaming.

"Magic is a mystery. it follows no rules, yet it can only do certain, highly specific things... and it's an odd list of things indeed! Want your brother to be 1.25x the size your brother currently is? well, you are in luck! just one zap, and BANG! Big brother. Now you want your birthday cake to be 1.25x the size it currently is? no dice. you only get a normal birthday cake. world hunger, so close to being history, will remain… or will it?"

Lynn, being an irresponsible bike rider, took her left hand off the handlebars to tap the "Skip Ad" button on the PorchRunner ad that had taken over her watch. "Dudes, I work for you" she said to herself as the 1700 sea shanties she would be embarrassed to admit she loved listening to returned to her headphones.

After only about 30 more seconds of peddling, Lynn looked to her left. "building 699". she stopped her bike, and looked to her right. "building 700".

The sweat-drenched delivery girl took the lock out of her basket and chained her bike to the nearest tree. She took a second to ponder theoretical bike parking rules, not yet familiar with bicycle law. "This is probably legal" she muttered to herself, moving on. She missed the old Hondamagic Civic she used to deliver pizzas. It was the first thing to go after she lost her job.

Lynn looked back at her bike in a brief moment of forgetfulness. "what was I deliv…" she began to mutter to herself before realizing. "oh, yea." she remembered, setting off to find the apartment who's number she was now checking her watch for. This job was going to take some getting used to.

"The 4th floor… why is it always the 4th floor?" The tired girl thought back to all the stair climbing done in her previous job. Her legs were still sore from the bike ride, so stairs were the last thing she wanted to traverse at the moment. Her lack of exercise wasn't the sole reason for her exhaustion- the ache in her legs came from the fact her bike was too small for her... in fact, most girl’s bikes were. Standing at just about 6', the only bikes in stock at the store she visited yesterday that weren't too small were men’s bikes… and if she knew how much of a difference it would make, she would have gotten one of those instead!

The torture of the staircase over, she only had to take a few more steps before she spotted it. Apartment 4D. Lynn stopped, the same feeling from when she was locking up her bike returning to her. Both her hands were empty, and not carrying something felt off… but nothing was off. She wasn't delivering pizzas anymore.

"As with anything with stupid rules, magic has some stupid loopholes. Combine enough unrelated features, and you got yourself something you aren’t supposed to have. Sure, you can't make your food endless… but throw together a few spells and you got yourself a recipe for lunch.

What recipe, you might ask? Well, here you go!

· 1 regeneration spell

· 1 respiration spell

· Shrinking and growing spells…

· ...And 1 willing participant.

Usually, a willing participant for such a mad scheme would be hard to come by… but $45.81 (+ $3.25 for every additional hour after the first 48) can fix that real quick."

Lynn was again annoyed by a PorchRunner ad, though she let it finnish this time, being too lost in thought to skip.

It is an easy job. It is an interesting job. It is a fun job. These are just some of the many things Lynn had told herself to explain why she was starting such an undesirable job… but, in the end, there is only one reason behind every delivery worker. “I need money, and fast”. Bills and food, they need to be paid and eaten. as Lynn had found out, McDonalds only needs so many people… some gotta find something else. For many, though they may hate it, this was that “else”.

Lynn knocked. After a few seconds, the door was opened by a girl with a cellphone pressed up to one ear. She looked to be a college student- her PorchRunner profile did say she was 20. that would make her four years younger than Lynn. she was short- probably about 5’ 3, with long blond hair and wearing a jacket for the local university. “Sorry, gotta go! Dinner’s here!” she said to the person on the other end of the phone, stepping away to let Lynn in while hanging up.

Looking around as she stepped through the front door, Lynn was greeted by the smell that you would expect from the messy room of a college student. Mildew and sweat. It was clear where the smell was coming from; the living room in front of Lynn was covered in dirty laundry and food trash. Between her and it, however, was a neat and tidy dining room, with a kitchen table completely free from the junk and clothes that plagued the living room.

The blonde girl with the jacket, who Lynn could now reason was her customer, Madison, left the room through a door on the right. Lynn could instantly tell this door led to the kitchen when it was opened; the smell of unidentifiable food cooking overpowering the native stench.

“You can start stripping now” Madison said, poking her head back through the door, seemingly confused as to why Lynn still had her clothes on. “Ah…! Sorry! This is my first time…” Lynn trailed off, trying to find the right words to explain why she was having difficulty following along. “Oh, I see. It’s ok.” the girl replied, somewhat relieving Lynn of her nervousness.

Lynn started by first removing the obvious, her shirt, shoes, socks, and pants, before pausing in her undergarments. “Am I supposed to take these off…?” she wandered quietly to herself. Even though “alternative food” had been around since before Lynn was born, she never had any up-close exposure to the practice. Even after she had gotten a job as “alternative food”, she had never actually thought to try it herself… and now she was paying the price. Completely stumped, she decided to wait for Madison to come back so she could ask.

After a minute, Madison returned from the kitchen, carrying a plate with some toast and a bowl of tomato soup atop. “What's the matter?” she asked, looking curious as to why Lynn still had on her bra and panties.

“Am I supposed to take these off…?” she repeated the same line she had previously whispered to herself, pointing to the bra covering her massive breasts, and the pair of panties that hugged her admittedly lackluster hips. “Yes, yes you are… unless you want to leave here topless because your bra got digested!” Madison replied with a laugh while setting her dish on the dining table. “You really did no research before you took this job?”she continued, still with a smile. “I just looked up the basics…” Lynn replied, somewhat ashamed.

Within a few seconds, Lynn had removed her bra and had pulled down her underwear. She now stood naked in a stranger’s dining room. She tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to cover her chest and nether regions with her hands, watching while Megan stood, tapping through something on her MWatch. "Probably the PorchRunner app", Lynn thought.

"The app still thinks you are on your way here." Madison told Lynn, looking up from her watch. "Sorry!" Lynn replied, quickly opening the PorchRunner app on her own watch to click the “arrived” button. “I guess this is how the app knows to let her watch override mine…” Lynn thought to herself.

One tap by Madison later, and Lynn felt a familiar tingling sensation all over her body. “This is it…” she thought. “This will be my first time being eaten.”

Shrinking was nothing new to Lynn… or anyone, really. Modern society had taken to magic and its many possibilities like Americans had to DDT in the 1950s. Dentists would shrink themselves to get a better view of their patients teeth. Highschool boys would shrink themselves to try and sneak into the girls locker rooms. When Lynn was a kid in elementary school, the most hype day of the whole year was the day the teachers would shrink all the kids to only 1/12th of their original size and let them explore their now huge school building. Heck, just earlier that day Lynn had shrunk herself to retrieve a pen that had rolled under her refrigerator.

After only a second, Lynn was left standing at two and a half inches tall. The vast majority of her body mass had gone through her magic watch, Dissipating through the atmosphere as magic energy. Sometime in the near future, that magic energy would make its way back to a 5M tower, and be broadcasted back to someone's watch. The magic cycle.

Madison, who was now to Lynn a giant, bent over and scooped her up off the floor. Lynn fell back onto the giant palm, her bare butt sat upon the wide expanse of skin. One dizzying moment later, and Lynn was now above the plate of side-dishes on the table. The hand fell out from underneath her, as she was dumped onto the dish next to the toast.

Lynn had a moment to take everything in as the giantess pulled out a chair to sit down. Turning away from the giant girl, she could see two pieces of toast, stacked on top of eachother, to the right. To her left was the bowl of tomato soup, its rim so high Lynn couldn’t even see over top of it.

“holy heck… I'm food now...” the realization suddenly came over her. She whirled around just in time to see a giant hand reaching over her, picking up one of the giant pieces of toasted bread and caring it over to the bowl. About a third of the toast was submerged in the red soup before it was slowly removed and carefully brought to the giant’s gargantuan mouth.

One bite, and then another, and another, Lynn watched as the piece of bread several times her own size was torn apart, chewed to mush, and swallowed. “That's going to be me.” she thought. “One more, and then that’s me”

The giant hand returned, picking up the second piece of bread and repeating the sequence that brought the first piece of bread to its demise. Lynn stood, her eyes fixed upon the normally mundane sequence of events. “Will she chew me too?” she thought, watching the massive jaw working on the bread. “What will it be like being swallowed?” her thoughts continued, her gaze falling upon movement in the giant’s throat.

Her thoughts probably would have continued even further, if not for the giant hand that had finally come for her. This was nothing like her first trip on the giantess’ palm. The fingers gripped her tightly, with no regard for her comfort. A finger on her stomach, and a thumb on her back, she was being held as one would hold a cracker, or a chip.

She turned her head towards the one whose grasp she was in. Madison’s face was no longer the happy, supportive face of the girl who had playfully teased her during the undressing process. Her face was blank. Emotionless. Her face was not the face of a girl looking at another human, it was the face of a girl looking at an item. a piece of food.

Lynn felt hot steam suddenly engulf her as she was brought over the bowl of soup. Abruptly, the world rushed up around her as she was plunged down by the giant hand. She felt her foot smack into the searing liquid, followed quickly by her legs, hips, and lower stomach. As quickly as she had been brought down, she was lifted back up, a layer of hot soup now coating her lower half.

The giant hand brought Lynn to the mammoth girl’s awaiting maw. “This is it’’ Lynn thought to herself. A giant tongue snaked its way out of the yawning chasm. It made its way between Lynn’s legs and rubbed across her butt as it made its way underneath her.

Suddenly, the tongue retracted, bringing Lynn some way along back with it. She had not traveled far before a jolt of pain shot through Lynn’s entire body. giant teeth clench down on her upper legs, gripping just loosely enough as to not crush them. The huge pair of lips followed quickly, making an airtight seal around Lynn’s hips.

Lynn felt a sudden tug on her body. In an instant, the teeth clamped down on her legs were released, and Lynn’s entire body was slurped into the pitch black mouth. Disoriented from the lack of light, Lynn did nothing to fight back as the giant tongue pushed her to the left.

A huge crunch gave Lynn a new perspective on the meaning of pain. Her body was mashed between molars, broken and smashed to bits by the massive teeth. Her cry of pain was cut short by the tongue returning to reorientate her for the next bite.

As soon as she was peeled off the teeth, the pain started to subside. The regeneration spell from her MWatch was more than capable of putting all her bones back in one piece, and she was almost completely healed before the teeth came crashing down a second time.

Time and time again, she was mashed between giant sets of teeth, each time she was forced into a new position for the next munch. She felt her arm ripped off, only to find it right back where it was supposed to be. A huge crunch popped her head open, only for it to be completely back to normal a split second later.

Hell

Although the whole ordeal only took about 10 seconds, to Lynn it seemed like hours. A particularly nasty clash of teeth tore her clean in half, and then, before the regeneration spell could even heal her, Madison’s giant tongue brought her to the back of her mouth, and she was swallowed.

Although she had nearly lost consciousness at this point, the new environment brought her back to her senses. Nearly immediately after the gulp, Lynn had regained feeling in her legs. The walls of Madison’s throat tightened around her, caring her down towards the pit of acid below. Lynn could finally relax. It was definitely not a pleasurable sensation, but it beat being chewed into mush.

This respite did not last long, however. Lynn could feel her head being pushed through some sort of tight opening, and then, suddenly, her entire body plopped down into a churning mass of chewed up bread, tomato soup, her own former body parts, and stomach acid.

In complete darkness and totally submerged in the food and acid, there was nothing Lynn could do. She was along for the ride, no rest and no choice. Despite the respiration spell, her lungues screamed for air. The acid on her skin burned, though the regeneration spell was constantly replacing the clumps of flesh that were being dissolved off her body.

Hell

For several hours she endured the constant jostling, unable to breath, unable to feel anything but pain. Barely conscious, she was given a slight spark of hope as the stomach started contracting, squeezing her half-melted body through a small hole opening up in the floor. Finally, free from the constant burning and churning of the stomach, she slowly started to feel sleep coming over her. Thankful, she welcomed unconsciousness as she began her long journey through the small intestine.

Lynn awoke with a start, the events of the previous day all coming back to her at once. Her brief panicked bout of remembering was cut short by a growl in her stomach. “So… what am I supposed to eat here” she thought to herself, in pitch darkness.

On all sides she could feel intestinal walls, squeezing, twisting, and bending her to its will. A foul liquid was running past her, navigating around her legs and hips like a river, and squeezing past her large breasts and continuing on down past her head. “Eww” she thought to herself.

The smell was awful. She was surrounded by flesh, covered and smeared in human waist. The air she was breathing had little oxygen- it was all methane. Having air at all was a big improvement to her previous situation, as the respiration spell was still working it’s magic, supplying her body with it’s required oxygen.

Her surroundings taken in, Lynn’s next order of business was to get her hands somewhere she could use them. Wiggling and twisting, she managed to maneuver one arm in front of her, and then the other. Lynn cleared the stains from her watch and wiped off the gunk covering her face, giving her full access to her MWatch- and all the entertainment that came with it.

From her research, Lynn knew that food could take anywhere from 10 to 70 hours to pass through the colon- an experience she was not looking forward to. Having internet access, though, might make the journey bearable.

In the dim light from her MWatch, Lynn could just make out the shape of a large, solid mass in an arm's reach ahead of her. “Gross” she said allowed, realizing what it was.

Lynn’s stomach growled again, causing her to take the problem of her next meal more seriously. She knew she only had two options; either eat the mostly digested food surrounding her, or eat her own body for sustenance.

Lynn spent a few minutes half-heartedly nibbling on her fingers, but she began to realise the pain of losing and regenerating limbs was something she wanted to avoid needlessly enduring. Using one hand, she took a small scoop of fecal matter from the log above her head and brought the foul substance closer to her mouth.

Not worth it. not one bit. With a sigh of hunger, Lynn flung the smelly mass back towards its origin. Food or no food, her hunger would return full force as soon as she grew back to her normal size. In her shrunken state, the regeneration spell would have no problem keeping her alive and well until that point.

Doing her best to ignore the growling in her stomach, Lynn used her MWatch to pass her day in the colon. Youtube, music, and twitter became her entire world. She was beginning to realize that, apart from the poop everywhere, this was eerily similar to her previous, unemployed life.

Finally, about 30 hours from when she was first ingested, Lynn could tell something was changing. The fleshy walls that had spent hours heaving and pulsating around her were beginning to calm. The gap between her and the wall of human waist ahead began to shrink, and Lynn felt another ball of mush encroaching on her feat.

Lynn was now being compacted between two huge masses of feces. The waist behind her pushed around her legs, and she was, in turn, pressed arms and head first into the log to her front. It oozed around her, totally encasing her upper body. She was frozen, trapped in place, unable to move. She was now in the butt.

Her time spent in Madison’s anus was, fortunately, short. She had only spent roughly 30 minutes smushed between the two giant logs before she felt her world changing yet again. The pressure around her faded, then suddenly returned full force. A loud PLOP! Sounded below her, giving a good idea as to what was in store for her in the coming seconds.

Lynn’s world lurched abruptly. Her stomach twisted itself into knots as she felt herself plunging. with a large SPLASH!, the fecal matter that had encased Lynn was broken in half. She was suddenly dropped into the cold, swirling lake of excrement.

Doing her best to tread water, Lynn’s gaise was drawn upwards by the sound of a large BRAAP! The giant asshole she had just been expelled from was opening again, another log beginning to protrude directly above her head.

Panicked, Lynn did her best to remove herself from the soon-to-be impact zone, but her futile attempt at swimming only got her an inch from where she started before the huge mass splashed down behind her.

Caught up in the resulting wave, Lynn was pulled under. Foul water filled her mouth as she was carried along and turned all about. With no sense of up, all she could do was reach about, desperately trying to find air.

Finally, Lynn’s head broke above the surface. She spent a second coughing and spitting out the toilet water in her mouth, and opened her eyes to reassess her situation.

As soon as she rubbed the dirty water off her face, a torrent of warm urine came crashing down directly atop her head. Again left to the mercy of the currents, Lynn was carried back down into the depths.

Coughing and sputtering, Lynn’s head finally re-emerged above surface. This time she found she had something to climb on top of; a huge wad of toilet paper floating to her side.

Now with something under her supporting her weight, she decided to try again to figure out her next step. Around she looked. In the dim light making its way through the gap between the giant girl’s legs far above her, Lynn could make out just about all her surroundings. On all four sides towered a white, glimmering cliff face. To the rear of the toilet bowl, however, was her exit. A small white ledge, just above the waterline, leading to a door in the very back middle.

Lynn again plunged into the disgusting water, now yellow from the pee. She made her way around wads of toilet paper, still falling from above, and towards her destination ahead.

The world around her was suddenly lit up, the giant now standing. With a much clearer view of her destination giving her a spark of motivation, Lynn paddled harder, despite her exhaustion.

Tired, weary, and hungry, Lynn summoned all the energy she had left to clamer onto the ledge. She was still for a moment, on her hands and knees, waiting for the energy to stand up. After a few moments, she was finally standing. She turned to look up at the bathroom ceiling far above her, only to see Madison’s gigantic face, staring back down at her, waiting. She stood, pants still down and out of view, with a finger on the flush trigger. a giant CLUNK! sounded as it was pressed down. Lynn watched as, to her surprise, absolutely nothing happened.

It took Lynn a second to get the hint, but soon she scrambled over to the door at the very back of the toilet bowl and pressed the “open” button. The door slid open, and Lynn stepped into the large purpose-built room. It was, for the most part, empty, save for a long curtain of falling water on the far wall.

Lynn listened as the door behind her slid shut, followed by a monstrous WHOOSH! and a deafening rumble as the toilet was finally able to flush. Over the sound of the rushing water, a ding was played through her magic earbuds. She flashed a glance down at her watch just in time to see the words “delivery completed. +$40.81”

Hell was finally over.

Lynn made her way over to the waterfall, eager to finally be clean once again. As she stepped underneath the shower, she felt all the sludge that had clung to her for the past few days being removed from her skin

She spent probably close to 30 minutes in the shower. The water made its way through her hair, over her G cup breasts she was so proud of, and the narrow hips that ruined her figure, removing the human waste and body fluids that had covered her for so long. Her freckled skin was starting to show from beneath the coating of brown, and her nose was finally cleared from the stench that had lingered around her just moments earlier.

Satisfied that she had done all she could without soap and shampoo, Lynn stepped back into the open room. Her watch was showing an “unshrink option”, so all she needed was to find her way out to the bathroom. Looking to her right, she spotted a big, red “EXIT” sign. “That's it” she said out loud to herself, setting off on her way.

Stopping for a second, Lynn looked back down at her watch. It was 1:00 AM, 2 days after she was originally eaten. That was 31 hours she had spent in the giant girls gut, for which she had made only $45.81. That was less than $1.47 an hour. Insane... but could you really count being squeezed through an intestine “working”? ...Lynn didn’t have an answer.

Lynn made her way through the exit, traveling down a set of tiny stairs and stepping out onto the wide expanse of white linoleum that made up the bathroom floor. Madison had already vacated the room, leaving Lynn alone to go about her next order of business.

As Lynn traversed the fake white tile to the center of the bathroom, she caught a whiff of the putrid scent that had seeped deep into her skin. She found it remarkable that, despite being exposed to the same terrible smell for days on end, she hadn’t quite gone nose blind to it. It would probably take several hours of soaking in her bath to remove the stench from her body.

Having made it to an area with no obstructions, Lynn was able to trigger the unshrinking sequence. She hit the button on her watch, and, in an instant, she could feel the mass she had lost days ago being pumped back into her. The world around her became smaller, as she herself became bigger. Finally, the torment was over- Lynn was free… and she was also standing naked in a stranger’s bathroom.

Suddenly, a terrible hunger gripped her body. It was almost if the unshrinking spell had attempted to undo any nutrition she had gained while shrunk, leaving Lynn weak and famished. After a dizzying second, however, she was able to regain her senses. Magic would never leave you near death, just very, very hungry.

As Lynn left on a quest to find the clothing she had shed what seemed like ages ago, she ran into a suddenly friendly Madison in the hallway. They partook in a brief set of formalities that Lynn honestly wanted no part of, and Madison led her to her clothes, still in the crumpled up pile she had left them in.

Lynn wiggled back into her clothes, and left the girl who had eaten her. Though she was safe again for now, it was with a heavy heart she realized she would be right back on someone’s plate tomorrow- unless she wanted to be evicted for not paying rent. Life must continue however, and Lynn turned her attention to her most immediate concern; finding her bike and peddling it over to a fast food joint so she could alleviate her insatiable hunger.

Sam checked her MWatch as she made her way down the bustling street. She was currently on track to arrive five minutes early to her 5:00PM shift at Stamp's American Burgers and humanfood, and she wanted to get that number as close to zero as possible.

Her job at this joint was not as a waitress, at least not a traditional one, or as a cook. In fact, in a few months, the entire kitchen staff was going to be made redundant and merged with her division: the food.

In her slow and deliberately time wasting stroll, she stopped to take a peek through a chain link fence bordering the construction site she passed every trip to work. Inside was being assembled the next leap in magic food technology; a reformation station. It was the last to be installed in her city, which was already late to the game, but it would make the act of cooking a lost art.

Currently, as the world functioned, and as magic technology had allowed, the only way to convert the over-abundant and endless supply of magic energy into sustenance was through a human- swallowing them whole and digesting them alive, allowing a regeneration spell to constantly reconstruct them during the process. Sam's current job was being the one digested, much to her chagrin.

The days of this being the only method, however, were now nearly past. It would no doubt remain the most popular and efficient method, but not the only. Remote technology could now be used to maintain a subject's consciousness through massive physical transformations; people could now be turned into actual food and live to tell the tale… or at least they would be when the stations were complete and the regulations lifted later in the year.

Until then, Sam could continue not enjoying her life as always, indifferent to the imminent changes in her life she could not yet fully understand. Her position was not in danger. She would continue to sit stewing in digestive systems for days, and get paid almost nothing for it. She would also continue living off the government's universal basic income program, her budget being salvaged only by the extra $500 check each month for her employment as humanfood. Those around her would continue to lose their jobs due to magic automation, and soon the entire kitchen staff would join her in her gastronomic hell world.

Finally, it came time for Sam to cease her meandering and finally finnish her commute. The building of her employer in sight, she made her way round side, through a crowded alleyway and to what would seem to most an unassuming blank slate of wall.

A second of tapping on her MWatch later, and Sam felt the familiar feel of the world rushing up around her. Now two inches tall, she opened a tiny little door that had come into view and traveled down the long hallway it opened into, stopping for a second to allow a magic computer mounted on the wall to scan her face and clock her in.

She continued on to a set of doorways, leading to separate locker rooms. She passed through the one marked female, and squeezed through crowds of girls in various states of dress until she reached a secluded corner where she could change in peace.

Off went her normal shirt jeans, and underwear, and on came the company's plain, loose white gown.it was more like a blanket, with a big hole and pair of straps at the top, than real clothes, as it was meant to be easily removed upon serving.

"Uniform" on, Sam continued on through another door to the room where she, along with the hundred or so others with the 5:00 shift, would wait to be called upon. Around her sat her co-workers, boys and girls ages 18-30, waiting to be included as a part of some stranger's meal. Sam settled down, half hoping her hour-long shift would pass without her being chosen, even though her pay would be much less in that scenario. Most of her money came from the government, so as long as she was employed she could manage to make ends meet.

Luck would prove to not be on her side, however, as it was not more than 30 minutes before Sam heard a member of the kitchen staff call her name. Reluctantly, and with a sigh, she stood up and made her way out of the waiting room.

Stepping through the passageway, Sam immediately hit the "unshrink" button on her MWatch™, and soon felt the familiar, disorienting feeling of growing back to her normal height. The dizziness did not last long however, and she soon started over to the counter where meals were placed before being taken to the waiting patrons.

There she was handed a dish; a complicated sort of hamburger stacked high with various plants and cheeses with an oversized helping of fries as a side. She was then given a table number, and told to go with another girl. She was a petit little blond, who looked to be in the latter years of her teens. She was carrying a soup, though Sam was not familiar enough with the menu to know exactly what type it was.

Sam took a second to think back. "Sarah" was the name called directly after hers, so it was probably safe to assume that to be this girl. The restaurant employed thousands of humanfoods like her, so getting to know any of them was near impossible.

Taking the order with her, Sam entered the dining room and was met immediately by the sounds of chattering patrons enjoying their meals. All around her were happy customers in various stages of the eating process. Here and there hustled waitresses and waiters, of both the humanfood and non-humanfood varieties, carrying various drinks and food items.

Realizing she had no idea where to find her table, Sam took a second to stop and undiscombobulate herself. Despite having worked at Stamp's for over a year, was bad at finding her way around the place- probably because, in her line of work, she spent more time in her customer's gut than actually in the restaurant.

Her current partner in waitressing, however, didn't seem to have an issue at all, as she immediately took the lead. Now free from navigation duty, Sam turned her attention to the girl now leading the way. Instead of the reluctant, depressed look those in her position usually had, she seemed unbothered- happy, even. A smile on her face and skip in her step, she seemed to actually be enjoying herself.

Even more perplexing than her upbeat mood, however, was her apparent age. Sam was by no means an expert in identifying 17 year olds, but this girl was 17. 100%. This was a line of work with a strict 18+ rating, making her employment perplexing.

Regardless of her new acquaintance's name, She soon arrived at the table. There sat a young couple, the rings on their fingers giving away their marital status. From the bit of flirting Sam heard while arriving, along with their apparent young age, she guessed they had probably just recently got married.

"Chicken soup?" Sarah asked, her light and girly voice echoing her happy aura.

"Thats mine." the attractive young woman spoke up. She had brown hair, like Sam, though it was much shorter. She wore a dress, and that left a good chunk of her shapely body exposed.

Sam set the hamburger in front of the man, guessing it was safe to assume it was his. He was not to be beat by his wife in the looks department by any stretch of the imagination. He was clean shaven, with short, jet black hair.

"So, do either of you have a preference as to which of us you will enjoy as part of your meal today?" Sam asked with her standard fake bubally waitress voice.

The two looked at eachother and proceeded to do the standard dance. First, they both told the other to choose first, followed by a few "no, you. I really don't care that much"s. Finally, the young woman spoke up.

"I'll take you, sweety, and he can get the blonde." she said. "You sure, honey?" the husband asked, to which the wife quickly responded "yes, it's fine."

Sam felt just the slightest bit insulted. They had made it obvious that they thought of her blond comrade as the better choice of the two. The feeling faded quickly, however, and Sam proceeded to the next step of the serving process.

Her fate now decided for her, Sam sat her butt on the table and hit the icon on her MWatch, and again felt the world shoot up around her. For the second time today, the girl was two inches tall.

Though she was unfamiliar with what exactly the soup she was joining was, she was glad she was not to be a condiment on the now gargantuan man's hamburger. When being part of a soup, it was about a 50/50 chance your eater would try to chew you to pulp before swallowing. When you were part of a hamburger, however, it was nearly a guarantee you would get bit in half. The magic of the MWatch would put you back together in seconds regardless, but the pain that could be skipped was invaluable.

Looking at the little blond now following in her footsteps, however, you would not think this to be the case. She was beaming from ear to ear, seemingly giddy at the prospect of being masticated by some giant. Sam knew that being eaten was a turn on for some wackadoos, but this was the first time she had ever seen someone like this in person. She couldn't relate.

A job to be done and food to become, Sam set off on her way to the giant bowl she had a duty to enter. The distance, only one or three feet, was to her more than fifty. Regardless, she made it in a timely fashion, and removed her white gown, still in full sight of the couple. She then clammered her way into the bowl and waited.

The hot mush surrounding her burned, and the steam rising up into her face drew tears from her eyes, but still she waited. Though she was preoccupied with the searing pain, she could still make out the sounds of the husband and wife flirting and making small talk above her. Occasionally, one would stop to take a bite, Sam being able to feel as the giant spoon periodically dipped into and swirled around the soup beside her, but both were being awfully slow. For a second, Sam felt bad for the girl slowly being ripped apart in the hamburger, regenerating in the time between bites only to be chewed upon again, but realized she was probably enjoying it.

Finally, the spoon came for Sam. She was lifted high into the air and held for a second as the woman finished a sentence, and then plopped unceremoniously into the talkative mouth. With bated breath she waited, and was relieved massively when the giant tongue pushed her into the massive woman's cheek.

She was sucked on for what felt like minutes, the giant sometimes swirling her around with her tongue, and sometimes mumbling a short sentence or two around the helpless Sam, but this was massively preferred to being chewed on.

Finally, the tongue beneath Sam rose up, and she began her long slide seep into the giant woman.

Within a few dizzying seconds, Sam plopped down into the gurgling mess inside the stomach. Instinctively, she tried at first to swim upwards, but the massive, convulsing walls colluded to disorientate her, and she soon resolved to her fate.

The burning of the acid on her skin was nothing new to her, and at first it was almost preferible from stewing in the burning soup. The acid, however, soon began to make its way into the holes of her body, and the burning started to spread through her insides.

As little chunks of her flesh were dissolved off her body, a pleasant, refreshing feeling soon replaced the pain as the magic projected from her MWatch slowly rebuilt the lost skin. It was the process humanfood was based on, and one Sam had gotten used to.

A few hours later, Sam began to feel the liquid drain around her, and soon she too was squeezed out of the stomach and into the small intestine. The burning did not stop here, but the painful part of her journey was now halfway over.

Finally, the conditions around Sam began to change again. The fleshy walls became smoother, and the material around her became dryer. She had made it to the large intestine, where she would spend over a day squeezing through the long tube surrounded by fecal matter. This was the most relaxed part of the trip, as she now had the mobility to wiggle around and use her MWatch for it's more entertainment based purposes.

After about two days, Sam felt her little gap getting smaller and smaller. Soon, her face was smashed into a log of brown mush, and behind her feet pushed another. Her digestive journey was now almost over, and all that was left was to wait for her eater to use the toilet.

Hours later, the world around Sam began to lurch. The log in front of her fell away, leaving Sam exposed, hanging halfway out of the massive woman's anus. A short squeeze later, and she too was dropped into the toilet, with the mass behind her landing on top.

This was a part of the job Sam had done many times. First she found her way to the surface, and then began treading through the freshly released sewage searching for the exit built for humanfood like her.

Perplexingly, the little doorway she had always exited through was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, Sam's heart sank. Around her could be herd chattering, movement, and the such. This was a public restroom- and, if her hunch was right, one in a large building.

Of course, having an exit for humanfood built into toilets was mandatory throughout the entire country, with sensors to ensure a helpless employee didn't take a trip through the sewage system, but in a moment of kakistocratic praxis, the regulators had allowed large, commercial buildings to have a central collection station as opposed to exits in each toilet. Sam would need to be flushed before her job was over.

That flush, however, was taking its time. Minutes passed as Sam swam in the disgusting water. Looking up at the massive butt above her that was refusing to get up, Sam spotted a familiar shape, just barely visible through the parted thighs of the giantess. "Damn phones'' she thought to herself, slowly transforming into a boomer.

After nearly 15 minutes, Sam began to witness massive wads of toilet paper fluttering down around her. Finally, light shone into the porcelain bowl as the woman stood up. Without a thought, she reached far above and behind where Sam was still trending water and hit the lever.

A thunderous sound crashed around Sam as she was instantly sucked down into the hole at the bottom of the bowl. Her next few seconds were spent in the wildest water slide of her life, but soon the water slowed, and she felt the tug of a magic field pulling her towards the surface of some sort of holding tank.

Exhausted and starving, the waterlogged Sam climbed her way onto a provided ledge and made her way to a door built into the wall. It opened automatically, and then closed behind her, finally separating her from the stench rising from the sewage.

Now in the building's collection station, she made her way to the showers. She was not alone in this room- she was accompanied by around ten others, men and women, cleaning themselves off. She had stopped caring about embarrassment at this point, and joined them.

Provided in the station was a white gown- much like the one she wore at Stamp's. Now cleaned and with something covering her, she left the station and unshrank.

Starving, her first order of business was locating a vending machine and purchasing several granola bars. Then, finally, she called for a ride on her MWatch. Her shift was over, at least until next week.