A Sibling Nuisance

It was a beautiful day in the northern outskirts of Saint-Nazaire, France, where Jacque Laurent’s small family lived on the borders of the beautiful Brière Natural Regional Park.

Jacque hopped out of the car, the engine quietly grumbling to sleep as it shut down. A duffle bag stuffed with pads and cleats brushed against the center console as he carelessly dragged it out behind him. His number, a bold red number ‘12’ emblazoned across the back of his soccer jersey, with the crest of an eagle across his chest. His own soccer ball was left lazily on the floor of the passenger seat, the lining still a little damp from the sweat of the day’s practice. Normally, Jacque would wipe off his sweaty seat, but his hands were full as he exited the Peugeot convertible.

As he twisted the key in the front door to the cottage, the latch making an audible click as it opened. Jacque dropped the duffle bag directly inside the door, the black canvas lump likely to live in that spot until someone tripped over it, or kicked it aside on their way out.

Down the hallway, some sitcom was babbling away on the television, and Jacque heard the clunk of the recliner’s footrest being lowered as he approached.  He rolled his eyes internally as his sister rounded the corner, a scowl already on her face. He noted her appearance – she wore a slinky tight black top and a pair of very short jean shorts which hugged the curves of her hips and pelvis and prominently displayed her perfect abs and belly button. She’s such a show-off, he thought, Out to seduce some foolish guy, no doubt. He was ashamed to admit to himself that she looked pretty hot.

“About time, loser,” she muttered. “Where’s the key? I need to get going already. I’m meeting a friend at the club for lunch. You’re gonna make me late.”

Jacque reached into his pocket and tossed the key ring at his sister. The metallic jingling curled through the air, his sister barely reacting in time to catch them.

“It’s almost on empty again, Isabelle, and I’m pretty sure it’s your turn to fill it.” Jacque grumbled, glancing down at his phone for a moment.

His sister glared at him, but said nothing in response. She walked past him as he tapped away at his phone, completely ignoring her presence, even as her long blond locks grazed his bare arm, tickling him.

“Jacque, what the hell?” She exclaimed, gesturing to the duffle bag, her neck leaning forward to emphasize her disgust. “Mom told you to stop leaving your bag by the door like that!”

“Good thing she’s not home till Monday then.” Jacque didn’t even look up from his phone as he strolled into the living room, flopping onto the couch and proceeding to ignore his sister.

Isabelle continued to glare at her brother, huffing a blonde lock of hair from her face before turning on her heels and heading for the front door. “Hmmmpf…one of these days, brother…!”, the threat trailing off.

Smiling, he gave her a weak smile, then flexed his arms at her. “What? What you gonna do…?”, he liked teasing his sister. He was a muscled athlete. She might be a toned girl, but her strength was puny compared to him.

“You’re lucky…so lucky you’re bigger than me…”, she said through gritted teeth.

“Rawrrrr”, Jacque continued to tease, mocking her with a cat pawing movement. Than, thoughtfully, he added, “You are bigger than me in one respect though, sis.”

“Yeah, and how’s that?”, she asked and then immediately regretted it as soon as she asked.

“That big butt of yours, of course”, he said laughing. Inwardly, although he would never tell her, she did have quite a nice bubble butt. If it was anyone but his own sister, he would have been drooling over it.

“Aargh, you’d better move your crap by the time I get home, or I’m telling mom!” She hollered down the hallway as the door opened. In reality, though she was annoyed by her brother, she knew that he along with every male would worship her butt if given the chance. She smiled at the thought.

The front door slammed shut before Jacque could utter a response, followed shortly by the car’s engine rumbling to life. Jacque turned his attention back to his phone, scrolling through various posts and images while the television droned on behind him. The thought of a shower dwindled in his mind, the refreshing cool air of the A/C and fan lulling him into a relaxed state.

This was a typical day between the two siblings. Somehow, they tolerated each other’s existence, but there was a lot of angst and frustration towards each other and had been for some years, especially from their mid-teens onward, when there was a constant battle for the family’s resources, whether that be the automobile they shared or the grocery items. Furthermore, neither respected the other’s love life. Isabelle disliked Jacque’s young girlfriend Maura with a passion, considering her meek and timid. Conversely, at 18 years old,  Jacque disliked Isabelle’s ever-changing list of boyfriends whom she seemed to bring home from his visits to the club. They seemed to disappear as quickly as she got them, which had picked up in frequency since she had returned months ago from her year abroad in America. For her part, at 20 years old, Isabelle liked her freedom and disdained her brother’s and her mother’s judgements.

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After a half hour or so, Jacque reached over and grabbed the remote, muting the screen before him and setting his phone down. His eyes closed for a moment, but before he could doze off, a surge of dizziness washed over him.

“Where the hell did that come from?” Jacque groaned, leaning forward and rubbing his temples.

The room felt like it was spinning for a second, then his vision began to blur. The coffee table before him seemed to stretch on and on, the television seemed distant like a billboard on the freeway. Jacque shook his head from side to side, trying to brush off the weird sense of vertigo, but the sensation grew worse. His clothes felt baggy, and suddenly heavy.

Jacque pushed against the armrest, struggling to stand. Something wasn’t right, the armrest felt... bigger. Jacque glanced around, the room seeming to continue to stretch away from him in all directions. Except it wasn’t the room that was changing size. It was him!

“What the hell…?!” He muttered under his breath, trying to piece together the symptoms in his brain as his adrenaline began to kick in.

The armrest, once level with his knees, was now up to his waist, and rising quickly to pass his ribs. Jacque tried to run for his phone before it was too late. It was resting on the couch cushions, which had already risen up to his shoulders. He stumbled in his ever-expanding clothes, his shirt like a canopy draped over his body. A misstep sent him tumbling face first into the floor, his shorts and shirt fluttering over him as he dwindled down further.

The room spun for another minute, and Jacque lay on the floor, aware that the shrinking process was winding down as the folds of cotton around him were no longer stretching away from him. He pushed himself up, a layer of his shirt providing a boundary between him and the carpet beneath him. The ground was spongy and gave slightly under his foot, like walking on a bowl of Jello.

With sudden realization, Jacque became aware of what had happened – what he thought was the TV remote must have been the shrinking device his sister used for capturing the men she brought home – he had seen her swallow a couple tiny men, boys really, that she’d brought back for one-night stands. His sister had thought herself so sneaky and clever, but he had been aware of her secret, watching from a slit in the door. He just hadn’t found out yet how she did it and how she grew them back (he assumed she eventually threw them back up and regrew them, although, having not witnessed such an event, he wasn’t sure - to assume anything else would make her evil). Did she really eat and digest the tiny men? The thought made him shiver.

Now that he had found out what device was used, he looked up at the tall tower that was the side table where the remote lay. It was too impossibly tall for him to climb at his new size.

Jacque glanced around, deciding to push straight ahead. Hopefully, he could find a way out, and get his family’s attention. He trudged across the uneven surface, spotting a shaft of light ahead of him poking through the fabric. His pace quickened, but just as he reached what was apparently the neck hole of his now soccer field sized shirt, he heard a thunderous boom rippled through the air.

Someone was home.

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Jacque tried to get a better view and began to scramble up the folds of the shirt, hoping to attract the attention of whoever just came home. A moment after the door slammed shut, Jacque could hear footsteps approaching, each a rumbling thud growing louder as it got closer. The sound changed from a sharp impact to a dull pounding as the footsteps transitioned from hardwood to carpet.

Jacque looked up, awestruck as the person rounded the corner, a tower in comparison to him. A quick calculation told him he must be only an inch or two in height. A smile cracked across his face, and he began to shout and wave his arms above him. It was his mother, and probably the best case scenario for his rescue!

“Mom! Over here! I’m shrunk!” Jacque hollered, jumping up and down with his hands waving frantically in the air. It looked like his mother was home early from running errands: a pair of shopping bags in her hands, and a slight sheen of sweat visible on her skin. As was typical of her shopping outfits, she was wearing her a tight-fitting white blouse and tight leather pants, hoping to attract attention to her still-fit figure as well as show off her large breasts. Even from the minuscule perspective of the floor, he could see his mother’s gaze lower to the ground, and lock onto him. Her expression seemed one of focused concentration.

It worked! She has spotted me way down here!, he thought, assuredly.

“Ugh, that little brat never learns.”

Jacque paused. That’s not what someone would say if they had spotted their shrunken son. He watched as his mother approached, her footsteps sending shockwaves through his whole body as they landed on either side of him. A colossal shadow fell upon him, and Jacque almost wet himself as his mother’s hand reached down from the heavens and began scooping up the clothes he was standing on.

The movement sent Jacque tumbling through the air, his sense of direction completely lost as his mother hoisted the dirty laundry into the sky. He tried calling out, but couldn’t manage more than a syllable before he was slammed into a fold in the clothing, the wind knocked out of him over and over.

Suddenly, there was nothing around him, and Jacque felt himself in a free fall. He screamed as he saw where he was falling, straight towards the neckline of his mother’s blouse. He landed on his side, crashing into his mother’s left tit. The twin mountains of her breasts were soft, cushioning him from what would have certainly been a fatal fall, but Jacque didn’t dwell on that thought long as he felt the squishy flesh beneath him ripple and undulate as his mother started walking.

“Mom, stop! I’m right here!”

His muffled voice was too faint to carry his cries to her ears as his mother traversed the room, but Jacque kept shouting as he tried to regain his balance. The perspiration on her skin made it difficult, and one particularly firm footfall shook his footing loose. The incline beneath him grew steeper as he slipped further between the mountainous breasts, sliding to a halt once he was wedged neck deep. Jacque grunted and tried to wiggle himself loose, but only seemed to be making his predicament worse. Another footfall jiggled the fleshy hills around him, swallowing Jacque between the vast rolling walls of fat. He craned his neck to the side, frantically clawing for a way out as his air supply was blocked by the pliable flesh surrounding him on all sides.

Faintly aware of an irritation on her chest, Jacque’s mother shifted her free hand up to her side, and gently squeezed her boobs. She adjusted her bra for a moment, then hugged one arm across her chest and plunged a finger between her tits. The squeezing motion seemed to cause the itch to subside, but she scratched at it anyway as she dropped her son’s clothes in the laundry hamper. Satisfied the itch was gone, she removed her hands and walked back towards the living room.

Making her way back to the living room, she again felt an irritation as she noticed her daughter’s shrink remote on the stand beside the recliner. Unlike Jacque, Margaery was aware of her daughter’s proclivity of bringing men home, shrinking them down, playing with and devouring them. Isabelle had bought the shrink remote in America, having made friends with her roommate, who had come from immense wealth and connections, and brought it with her when she returned home months earlier. She had found out about Isabelle’s activities on accident on a weekend when she had returned early from a trip to Paris. Apparently, the new technology had been all the rage in America. Although she didn’t partake with her daughter, she didn’t begrudge Isabelle her fun. After all, she bore some ill will towards the opposite sex, her son notwithstanding, after her husband had ditched her many years ago out of the blue. Now, she felt annoyance towards her daughter – for she had told Isabelle on numerous occasions to keep the remote in her room and not to let Jacque know about it.

With a sigh, Margaery picked up the remote with the intention of returning it to Isabelle’s room

Jacque’s head was spinning from being struck by his mother’s colossal fingertips. He had been wedged back towards her sternum, which provided a bit of relief from the crushing grip of her cleavage. He could feel himself slipping further with each step though, and felt a cooler breeze of air across his feet. Soon, his legs were dangling freely beneath him, and Jacque switched from trying to escape, to trying not to fall to his demise. The rumble of his mother’s footsteps, combined with the lubrication of sweat coating his tiny body, proved to be more than he could resist, and Jacque finally broke free from the humid cleavage.

Panicking in his free fall, he came to an abrupt stop where her blouse ended at her waist. He looked around and saw what amounted to a cliff as he began to slide steeply down towards his mother’s feet. He screamed and covered his eyes as he squirmed out from the bottom of her blouse and slid down her leather pants, his mother’s leg propelling him forward from the smooth fabric with a single footstep. Jacque was swept up and hurtled across the room. Just before he slammed into something, Jacque managed to curl up in a ball, hoping to lessen the blow from whatever he ended up slamming into. The impact hit him like a truck, sending a jolt of pain through his limbs and he tumbled for a few seconds, his small frame carrying a surprising amount of momentum from the skirt’s launch.

After she had set the remote on Isabelle’s dresser, Margaery had felt something tumble around her legs. Looking down, she saw the tiny naked man near her feet, curled into a ball.

“Oh, the poor dear”, she said, stooping to pick it up. One of Isabelle’s little playthings must have gotten loose and fallen down trying to escape, hurting itself, she thought. “Let’s get you back where you belong.”

Gently carrying the little man, between her thumb and forefinger, she set it within the dish-bowl that Isabelle kept on a table by her bedside. Though she couldn’t make out too many details, she could see the tiny was more a boy than a man. Izzie’s going after younger ones again, she giggled to herself. Turning on her heels, she left the room, closing the door behind her. This hadn’t been an entirely new situation for Margaery, as she had found another ‘escapee’ on a previous occasion and similarly deposited it into the bowl. She was just thankful Jacque wasn’t around to observe the shrinky.

Jacque laid panting on his back, his limbs sore from being tossed about like a rag doll. His mother had apparently not recognized him and had wandered off. In his pain, he had heard his mom say something, but hadn’t listened too closely. Jacque didn’t care, alone meant he was safe for the moment, and he needed a moment to catch his breath.

Resting his head back on the rounded frame of his greenish bowl-like structure, he hardly noticed the sound of the front door opening and closing again, nor the approaching footsteps moving in his direction. However, the deafening voice of his sister caused him to jolt upright.

“Mom, I’m home!”

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Jacque had heard some banter between his mother and sister, but couldn’t make out too much, other than his mother seemed exasperated and his sister defensive. Soon, the bedroom door opened with an accompanying ‘whoosh’ of air. Isabelle walked into the room looking down at her phone.

He looked up, and saw the titanic rear of his sister hovering at eye level with him. He didn’t have a chance to shout before Isabelle’s butt moved back into the dresser as she leaned back, scrolling through some text message. It was a very lightly bump for her but like a minor earthquake to him. He flopped backward into the center of the bowl with a squeak.

“Haha. Gigi, you are such a prey slut”, Isabelle murmured as she typed a response to her friend’s picture. She had shrunk a man at the club for Gigi the night before and was now looking at the selfie that Gigi had taken with the scared little man reaching out towards the camera. He was on all fours on Gigi’s outstretched tongue. Scrolling through another picture, she saw Gigi with a smirk, the image making it obvious that whatever she had held in her mouth previously was now gone. The next picture showed Gigi with her eyes closed and tongue out showing that her mouth was empty.

Isabelle thought of the tiny man whom Gigi had just disposed of. He had been a visiting American who just happened upon the club. This particular American had been kind of cute, she thought. She giggled. She liked to shrink down American boys whenever she could find them. They were often a loud and boisterous lot and this one had been no different.

She quickly typed a message to her, “Hope he was tasty.”

The initial impact of his sister’s butt on the dresser had been enough to destabilize Jacque, knocking him to his knees. As he looked up at her back, he watched her pull her shirt over her head, dropping it to the side, leaving only a feeble bra strap as the only decoration on her upper body.

Isabelle lowered her phone, and glanced sideways over at her dresser. Some movement there had gotten her attention.

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“Izzie. Down here!”, Jacque yelled, waving his arms at his sister.

“What the hell…?”, Isabelle said, “Ugh, another one of those little shrinky pervs. How’d you even get inside? You know what, I don’t actually care”, she sighed.

Another shrinky was in her bowl. Mom must have put him there. Hmmm, I thought all the little escapees had been caught?, Isabelle thought, slightly confused, racking her memory banks to try to remember which of her conquests might have escaped her tummy. She plucked the tiny man out of the bowl and set it on top of her dresser. She did love eating the little guys and each seemed to have their own distinct flavor. She leaned over and gave him a lick along his whole body.

“Mmmm”. Something about the shrinking process added something of a fruity aftertaste to them. She thought maybe a little play time was in order first – she stood back and, reaching behind her, she undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground, then reached towards the little guy.

Jacque stood there in a trance for a moment. He’d not seen his sister’s nude figure in years and he had never harbored any sexual feelings towards her in any way, but he was completely enamored with the tanned female flesh pertly staring him in the face. The small, dark nipples, in particular, held him enthralled.

“Here little guy, come to mama”, she said, picking him up and cradling him in her hands as she brought him to her bosom. The booming voice of his sister made his ears ring, despite covering them with his hands. He was held between her thumb and forefinger, a teal painted nail on either side of him.

Jacque tried to scream as the monolithic fingers intruded and began to mercilessly rub up and down his body, but all he got was a mouthful of breast flesh. He felt one finger push him firmly against the slightly hardened nipple, before dragging him out as the monstrous hand retreated. Light and cool air bathed over his tiny frame as he was raised into the air.

Isabelle lowered her hand towards her tummy. She didn’t even think twice about trying to identify the tiny man, as all shrinkies in her mind were less than human once they shrank. Even if she knew one, Isabelle wasn’t about to let them off the hook for being in places they shouldn’t be.  Plus, legally they weren’t even exactly protected citizens, as the law hadn’t been adjusted to include shrinkies yet. She could do whatever she wanted to it, and she knew it.

Jacque shouted up at his titanic sister, waving his hands with the hope that she’d recognize him. He could just see her eyes peering over the crest of her bosom, a pair of emerald eyes glaring down from the heavens. The corners of his sister’s cheeks rose, indicative of a cruel smile he knew all too well from their childhood.

“Izzie! It’s me, Jacque!”

His voice was too feeble to carry to his sister’s ears, not that he’d be able to change her mind at this point. Isabelle always secretly enjoyed shrinkies, ever since puberty (when she simply fantasized about them) had led her to explore and stimulate her body.

Isabelle took a moment to close her bedroom door.

Uh oh. That can’t be good!, thought Jacque.

“Buh-bye, little bug!”, Isabelle said, turning her attention back to the shrinky.

Isabelle pulled the waistband of her jean shorts forward, the inside of her shorts and panties clearly visible to Jacque as he glanced over the ledge of the fingers holding him. He felt his blood chill at the sight, but before he could protest, the firm pressure on his sides released. Jacque tumbled head over heels down the length of Isabelle’s tummy, rolling along the steep incline as she leaned back and watched the spectacle. Once he landed square in the center of her panties (really a thong), she let go of the waistband, the material snapping into place. With a satisfied pat on her crotch, she crossed her legs and went back to her phone.

In the humid darkness of his sister’s underwear, Jacque struggled wildly against the restrictive environment. The heat radiating off the fleshy walls was overpowering. It was also damp, and the smell was more than just sweat. There was a thick, pungent feminine odor mixed with the scent of hard exercise, and Jacque gagged a few times at the smell, knowing it was coming from his sister. He let out a short scream as the colossal thighs on either side of him moved, crushing him firmly against the slick walls.

Smiling at her phone, Isabelle could feel the tiny squirms against her pussy, just below her clit. After a few minutes, she flopped onto her bed, one hand creeping beneath her waistband once more. Her middle finger found the shrinky quickly, and she began to rub the tip of her finger in circles around her sensitive folds. She pictured what the miniature person must be going through, feeling their struggles intensify as she pushed them lower towards the entrance of her love tunnel.

Jacque shouted in terror as he was nudged deeper, his skin rubbed raw from being scrubbed against Isabelle’s labia. The small gaps of space created by the massive hand tucked in her panties gave enough illumination for Jacque to see his surroundings. Before him was a gaping pink fleshy maw, pulsing and twitching with each subtle movement. It was both majestic and terrifying to him, mostly the latter. The finger behind him thrust forward, and Jacque managed to gasp one lungful of air before he was plunged into the hungry cavern.

Isabelle moaned softly as the squirming sensation moved about inside her. She fiddled with one hand on her breast, the other working furiously beneath her shorts. Her breathing grew more erratic, followed by short, rolling muscle spasms and waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She panted softly as her hand retracted from her undergarment. She rolled onto her back, stretching out her legs and curling her toes as a smile spread across her lips. With one hand, she rolled away the jean shorts, leaving her now fully nude with the exception of her thong panties. Her fingers glistened with her juices, and she reached back inside her panties, extracting the shrinky, now somewhat glued to the last digit of her index finger as she raised it to her face. He was perhaps an inch and a half tall.

He looked completely soaked, the skin glistening with her juices on his tiny form, like he had just come out of a shower.

“Mmm, yummy...” Her tongue extended from its lair, lapping at her pinky, then ring finger.

Jacque watched in horror, trying to break free from the viscous nectar holding him in place. As her tongue moved to her middle finger, Jacque made eye contact with his sister, and he screamed as she winked at him. The slimy organ moved up and down each finger slowly, thin strands of saliva webbing among them as it lapped up her fluids.

Finally, Isabelle moved her index finger above her mouth, and began to lower it slowly. Jacque screamed as her tongue wrapped around her finger, and he was drawn into darkness. Isabelle sucked gently on her finger, withdrawing it at an agonizingly slow rate. Her lips glided along her delicate skin, and her finger pulled loose with a wet pop, the tip of her finger visibly absent of a tiny passenger. She maneuvered her tongue around, swishing the tiny person around her mouth and bathing it in her spit.

Jacque struggled in every sense of the word. He struggled against the agile muscle that tossed him from one side of the mouth to another. He struggled to catch a breath of air, muggy as a jungle and twice as warm. But mostly, he struggled to avoid the black pit at the back of her throat, knowing it would be a one-way trip if he was thrown down that slick chasm. He fought for several minutes, his strength starting to wane as he was pinned to the roof of the mouth. He felt the bumpy surface drag over his crotch, leaving a grimy sensation.

This is so wrong!, he thought, trying unsuccessfully to keep himself from becoming aroused.

Isabelle slowly sat up, her tongue causing small indentations in her cheeks as she swished the shrinky around in her mouth. She adjusted her panties to the side, and began to rub gently against her still sensitive crotch. A shiver of pleasure tingled up her spine, and her mouth opened slightly as she let out a gentle sigh.

Jacque squinted as a wave of light poured into the humid cave, illuminating the treacherous landscape around him. He was just behind the lower front teeth, and he took the opportunity of her parted lips to make a mad scramble for freedom. Hoisting himself up on the razor sharp incisors, he quickly pushed forward and leapt towards the light. His knees clipped the edge of the gigantic lower lip, throwing him into a tumble head over heels as he exited Isabelle’s mouth.

He was out!

A surprising twinge on her lip triggered Isabelle to reflexively lick her lips, and it took her a moment to realize her squirming treat had wriggled away. She looked down towards the gentle touch she felt on her cleavage, a thin strand of saliva tracing down from the crease of her pouty lower lip to the chasm between her breasts. Between her comparably mountains boobs lay Jacque, dazed from the fall. He had no time to react as the clawing fingers of his gigantic sister reached down from the sky once more, plucking him out of the warm embrace of her bosom.

“I need to get something off my chest”, she quipped, giggling at her own joke, and flicked him onto her quilt some distance away as she rolled over onto her stomach.

Isabelle lifted the tiny man up to her face, her fingers gently clamped on his ribs. She chuckled as the tiny tried to cover it’s exposed manhood, swatting at his hands with a single fingertip. The tiny’s voice was faint, but she could definitely hear it shouting at her. Probably begging for mercy, something they all seemed to do while she played with them. She stopped, however, as her ears picked up a familiar word from the tiny yelling. A name: “Jacque”.

She held the tiny closer, squinting to make out the details of the minuscule man. A sharp intake of air rushed through her parted lips as she gasped, finally recognizing the little person in her hand. It was her brother!

“Oh shit,” was all she muttered.

Not that she was too embarrassed that she put her brother through all that, but the fact that he might tell their mother was an unpleasant idea. “Jacque! How?! Is that really you?”

Jacque shouted, alternating between waving his arms above his head, and pounding his fists against the knuckles of the colossal digits gripping him on either side. His movement stopped mid-swing when Isabelle spoke, his heart skipping a beat from the realization that she had finally recognized him.

“Yes, it’s me!” He screamed. “Put me down, you’re squeezing me too tight!”

Isabelle loosened her grip a fraction, but didn’t set Jacque down. “Erm, how did you get like this?”, she inquired, narrowing her eyes.

“Uh...”, sighed Jacque, bringing his hands towards his head now, “I…I don’t know. I just turned the TV off and the next thing I knew, I was shrinking down.”

“Ahhhh…”, said Isabelle, remembering that she had left her shrink remote in the living room. She had been considering bringing the remote with her to the club, but at the last minute, thought better of it. I must have forgotten to put it back in my room. Jacque must have shrunk himself thinking it was the TV remote. She giggled at the thought.

Her mind was flooding with scenarios that involved anything from her being grounded, to hearing about this incident nonstop from her brother for the rest of her life. A thought crossed her mind... their mother must not have noticed Jacque earlier, or she would have mentioned it when Isabelle got home. That meant only two people knew that Jacque had shrunk, and Isabelle quickly decided that it should probably stay that way.

“Did you tell Mom yet?” Isabelle hissed, her gritted teeth just visible between her lips.

Jacque shouted back, a hint of anger in his voice. “No, you jackass! I’ve been too busy getting abused by your psycho tiny games to do anything else! You’re lucky you didn’t squash me a minute ago.”

His attitude solidified Isabelle’s decision: he wasn’t going to tell Mom.

“Good.”

Isabelle’s lips parted wide, and her hand lifted into the air, an organic crane hoisting her brother into the air. Jacque was bewildered as the titanic tongue rolled out of her maw, glistening with a fresh coating of spit. The tip of her tongue lodged up between his legs, and used it to lever his body forward inside her. He screamed in realization as he was drawn down, until he was abruptly silenced by Isabelle’s jaw snapping shut. She playfully tongued his wiener, flicking the hard little strut side to side. Something in her conscience told her that she shouldn’t be doing that, but that inkling was shut down rather quickly. She couldn’t think of it as her brother anymore – it was just a light snack before dinner now. She could play around with it as she saw fit.

It was just as humid as before, but this time Jacque was legitimately terrified. He knew his sister had eaten tinies before, and he shuddered to think that he might share that same horrible fate. Would she actually digest him? He bounced against the slimy muscle as it undulated beneath him, working him further away from the entrance to her mouth. He was shocked to feel his sister play with his cock and she seemed relentless. It was one thing to be eaten – it was even worse to be toyed with and humiliated first. Suddenly, just as the hot, slick ground beneath him was beginning to show an incline, Jacque couldn’t withhold any longer and he spurted his pent-up juices onto her taste buds. He grunted and hollered for his sister to stop as he felt himself sliding backwards.

“Mmmm”, Isabelle pooled the spit up in her mouth, and positioned Jacque near the entrance to her throat. She parted her lips for a moment, allowing a sliver of light into her mouth and took a half gulp.

“Good riddance, bro,” she murmured, the words a bit slurred as she talked with a lump in her throat. Not for long though, as her mouth closed once more, and she swished her spit back to swallow, this time fully.

Her throat spasmed open, and she felt a squirming lump slowly work its way down her neck, the squirming sensation disappearing as she traced it down past her collarbone. A few moments later, she felt a slight tickle in her stomach, and patted the spot where her brother was now trapped.

“Probably the most useful thing he’s done all day,” she said to herself, smirking at her own comment.

She sat down on the side of her bed, silently enjoying the frantic struggles coming from her abdomen. She didn’t know what she would tell her mother when the inevitable questions arose…for now, she would just enjoy him. She’d have plenty of time to come up with a good story later. She would worry about the questions later.  He’d deserved it, though, she was sure of that. After all, he’d shrunk himself.

As the movements of her fingers accelerated, it became a race for whether she could achieve orgasm before the shrinky stopped moving. “Oui oui!”, she screamed.

Minutes later, as her breathing became ragged and she was coming down from her high, she could feel the activity within her tummy gradually slowing down. Either he was giving up already, or her stomach acids were really starting to get to him. She smacked her midriff a few times, sending small ripples across her flesh. “You better not have died on me already, wimp,” she sneered, prodding her tummy with one finger.

She smirked as she felt the fighting in her stomach resume, followed by a rumbling groan. Her brother made for an unsatisfying snack, and Isabelle realized just how hungry she was actually getting now that something was floundering around in her gut. She was about to get up when she caught a whiff of something cooking. She smiled; it was almost too convenient.

“Smells like it’s almost dinner time, think you’ll make it till then?”

Isabelle rolled over, laying down on her front, her weight against the bed further agitating the contents inside her stomach. She grabbed her phone, and idly swiped through various apps.  She couldn’t wait to tell her friends Jasmine and Gigi that she’d actually eaten her brother. They would be so jealous.

She got up and walked over to the window, peering out, looking at the beautiful scenery which surrounded the house. The sunlight flowed gently over her pert breasts. A calm, peaceful serenity came over her. No longer would her brother mock her or her friends. She would have the use of his room now to enable her friends or maybe even a lover to sleep over.

“Isabelle. Jacque. Dinner is ready”, shouted her mother’s voice from downstairs.

As she turned, a small, wet burp escaped her lips. 

“Oops”, she muttered sheepishly. She walked back near her bed and put her red top back on. “Don’t worry, bro,” she mumbled, giggling to herself, “I’ll tell mom you already went to dinner.”

The End

If It Looks Like Candy…

A Shrinking Suspicion

4 months prior to Halloween:

Gerald Winston looked out of the attic window of his ancient, large, 3-story home. The 80 year old long retired looked down. His gaze followed the path of a teenage girl and her dog through his yard. They had taken the sidewalk, of course, but the dog had veered off several feet and, lifting it’s leg, had begun to take a dump near one of his bushes.

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Gerald was a former electrician as well as software engineer. His partner Gale and he had dabbled in electronics and micro-technologies their whole life.  On the side, the two had worked on their pet project for several years, going back to their days in the military, and had continued off and on through the years, continuing into their retirements and beyond. Gale had always been the hardware and networking specialist, while Gerald had been the ‘idea man’. Together they had formed quite a partnership. Unfortunately, Gale’s passing 3 years earlier meant he had not seen the finishing touches that Gerald had applied to the shrink ray.

Micro-technologies had many practical usages, for a wide range of products such as for airbags for cars, blood pressure monitors, projection display systems and ink-jet printers, among other things. It was useful for components, systems or devices that were small in size or required high precision. The nature of the shrink ray had more sinister motivations, however. Gerald and Gale’s initial foray into it’s development was as a way to get back at the protest movement. Initial annoyance had turned to disgust and eventually to outright hatred. The two had worked on a way to ‘make it disappear’ or at the least, minimize it’s significance.

Unfortunately for them, the concept proved almost impossible in practice.  And yet the two had continued their hobby through the years. If nothing else, it gave them an excuse to get together, reminiscing their experiences and discussing current events. When they had both retired, it gave them something to do. They had finally achieved a breakthrough about five years from present day, finding a way to alter the mass of matter, reducing it and expounding it. Gerald had finally ‘perfected’ the ray shortly after Gale’s death.

Gerald had never liked Millennials. They were too lazy in his view, seldom accounting for their own personal responsibility. They were unappreciative of how folks like him had sacrificed and provided for the country. It was one of the reasons he had decided to never have children.

The neighbors, all of whom had moved into the neighborhood after him (he had lived in the old manor for almost 45 years), had looked upon Gerald as an eccentric hermit. From time to time, strange lights would flicker and emanate on the 2nd or 3rd stories of the house.

***

So it was on the warm summer day that high school junior Nora was walking her pet Chihuahua outside Gerald’s home. The pretty latina teen had a figure that was adored by all men and boys who were lucky to have her come across their vision. She was perfectly proportioned, with her semi-curly brunette hair flowing to her mid-back. While her pert breasts were on the smallish side, somewhere between A and B cup size, she sported sleek, muscular, dark brown long smooth legs, bigger than her 5’4” frame should allow for. Her butt was crafted as if by an artisan. Her physical appeal was a good match with her saucy personality.

Gerald had initially like Nora’s family when they had moved into the smaller house across the street when she was a toddler. He would see them out from time to time on his then daily walks around the neighborhood or when he sat on his porch with Gale after fiddling around with the shrink ray for a couple hours.

Things had changed shortly after that though, when Nora’s parents became outspoken in their protests against the Iraq War. To make matters worse, he didn’t appreciate their support of equal pay for women or their push to the local schools to teach ‘real’ American history. This had prompted Gerald to stop attending city council meetings as it stressed his ticker out. On multiple occasions, he had gotten into arguments with Nora’s father on the idea of gun control.

Recent years had seen Gerald become more reclusive. Oh, there were times he overheard people walking by talking about the ‘kooky’ neighbor as he sat out on his screened-in porch, but he generally kept to himself. He’d also observed Nora having friends over on weekends. He didn’t appreciate their loud, partying ways.

Now – the poop on his lawn. It was the last straw.

I’ll take care of you, young Nora. Just you wait. We’re gonna have some fun come Halloween.

***

Halloween was Gerald’s favorite holiday. The upcoming Halloween would mark the one-year anniversary of his successful first experiment on humans. With all the chaos and mix of people milling about in his busy neighborhood, Halloween was the perfect opportunity to make people he didn’t like disappear without pointing the Police in his direction. After all, nobody had missed those two little twelve year old brats, Missy and George, the Thompkins twins, when they went missing last year. Indeed, nobody thought anything out-of-the-ordinary when their accompanying bulldog, already in it’s own costume, puttered around with blood red ‘paint’ on it’s jowls, thinking the dog was simply decked out appropriately for the festive occasion.

Present Day – Halloween

“C’mon, guys, hurry up! We’re gonna be late for the party!” Nora yelled at her friends who were busy putting on their costumes in various rooms of her house. The five of them had been invited to a Halloween party and they all decided to dress up as different pieces of candy. They had decided to meet at Nora’s house due to it’s relative location to change into costume and head out to the party. Nora herself was a bright green gummy bear. She stood in her main entryway waiting while spooky music played out of a stereo in the living room.

“Alright, alright!” Kathy said as she came down the stairs. “Take it easy! Not everyone’s costume is as easy to put on as yours.” Kathy, a tall brunette of Italian heritage, was dressed as a sucker. Her body was the stick and a large blue orb circled her head like a space helmet.

Next to come was Michael, who asked, “Hey, I know I’m the only one of us who’s black, but did I really need to be the chocolate bar?”

“What are you talking about? It was your idea!” Kathy responded.

Michael smiled, “Yeah, I know. I was just messing with y’all.” Michael was a bit of a computer nerd and class clown. Most of the time he wore glasses, but today, he suffered to wear contacts, something that irritated his eyes if he left them in for more than a few hours. His short hair blended in well for his costume.

Fourth to finish was short blond Jeana who was dressed as a red strawberry hard candy. “Whoa, Jeana!” Nora exclaimed. “Your costume looks perfect!”

“Thanks!” Jeana replied with a smile. “I thought this would be a fitting costume since everyone calls me Jolly Jeana.”

Jeana was popular with the guys. Her personality bordered on the slutty side. At the age of 16, she was the youngest of the bunch and her looks (bubble butt and firm C-cup tits) and flirtatious mannerisms had already procured three lovers, all within the last 18 months. As the boys couldn’t keep quiet about it, her reputation had taken a hit in school. Still, Nora found her a blast to hang out with.

Last to come down was Clayton. As soon as Nora saw him, she said, “Really, Clayton? I told you we were dressing as Halloween candy!”

“Candy corn IS Halloween candy!”

“No, it’s fall candy.”

“Like it makes a difference! Anyway, I didn’t have time to make a costume and this was the best thing they had at the store.” Clayton was a bit of a brat, but Nora found him attractive, so she tended to put up with his antics. The blond-haired boy was a jock and his physical attributes had been apparent to both Nora and Jeana, though Nora had not went ‘all the way’ with him just yet. On the other hand, Jeana had. Neither girl was aware of the mutual attraction to him, though they had joked about his body a couple times.

“Okay, you two, enough arguing!” Kathy butted in. Unlike the other girls, she was annoyed by Clayton’s personality, “Let’s just get to the party.”

“Hey, what’s going on across the street?” Michael asked Nora, pointing out a front window. The house on the other side of the road had an eerie green light shining out the large angular window on the second floor.

“Oh, that’s Dr. Winston. That old weirdo is probably conducting another weird experiment like usual. Either that or he’s just setting a Halloween mood.”

“That’s a casual way of telling us you have a mad scientist for a neighbor. Ha ha!”

“Well, I wouldn’t say he’s ‘mad’ exactly. A little odd, but harmless I think and supposedly real smart. But, I haven’t seen him in months. Anyway let’s get going.” Nora turned toward the kitchen. “We’re leaving now, Mom! Have fun with the trick-or-treaters!”

“Okay, honey! You all have fun at your party!”

The group of friends was about to head out when a beam of light shot out of Dr. Winston’s window. The light was blinding to all of them and each became similarly disoriented for several seconds.

“What the…? What the heck just happened?!” Clayton cried out.

Nora looked around at her now gigantic house. “Oh, my goodness! We’ve shrunk!”

All five of them had been immediately shrunk to the size of about an inch tall, their costumes shrinking with them.

“It must have been your weird neighbor!” Michael clarified.

“I dunno, you might be right.” Nora noticed Jeana shaking with fear. “Don’t panic. We’re not that small. We just have to get my mom’s attention so she can take us over to Dr. Winston and then we’ll be back to normal.”

As if on cue, the floor began to shake from the footfalls of Nora’s mother, Felicia. The doorbell had rang, so she grabbed her bowl of candy and headed for the front door.

The group of friends tried desperately to get Nora’s mother’s attention. They jumped up and down and screamed loudly, but unfortunately it did them no good. Felicia was too focused on her destination to look down and couldn’t hear the teens’ tiny shouts over the sound of the music. She continued to walk forward while holding her bowl of candy.

Once they realized Felicia wasn’t going to notice them, the friends scattered in all directions to avoid being crushed beneath the sexy boots of her witch costume. While she was at the door handing out candy, Kathy suggested they call her using a cell phone.

“We can’t,” Nora replied. “None of our costumes have pockets and I didn’t grab my purse before we shrunk.”

If the friends were paying attention to the front door, they would have noticed that a woman at the door pointed out to Felicia that she had dropped some candy. Felicia thanked her and turned around to pick it up.

The group was excited when Nora’s mom bent down to pick them up. Somehow she had noticed them! However, they didn’t realize that Felicia was not wearing her glasses because they didn’t work well with her costume. Therefore she couldn’t see that the candy she was picking up wasn’t real.  Furthermore, the elbow-long gloves she was wearing didn’t allow her to detect the warmth of the ‘pieces of candy’.  The friends figured this out when they were picked up one by one and tossed into the candy bowl.

The group tried again to get Felicia’s attention from within the bowl, but to no avail. The bigger problem was that they were so focused on getting her attention that they failed to understand where they were. Nora was the first to notice.

“Oh, my gosh, guys! We’re in the candy bowl. If some kid takes us home with them, we’re goners!”

Moments later a mother and daughter showed up at the door. Felicia was good friends with the mother, so they talked for a bit. She also told the daughter to take a big handful of candy from her bowl.

The group was terrified when a monolithic face appeared above them. But it wasn’t that of a monster - it was a little girl, and her name was Alice. She looked to be around 8 years old and was wearing a princess costume. The friends quickly tried to escape as her hands outstretched and scooped up the top layer of candy from the bowl, including all of them. They were then dropped into a plastic pumpkin bucket full of even more candy.

The friends cried out for help one last time as the girl picked up her bucket and happily walked away with them. She and her mother passed by, another group of trick’r’treaters going to the front door.

Watching from across the street with his special binoculars, Gerald cackled quietly to himself as he observed the heat given off by the tiny bodies within the girl’s pumpkin bucket. That takes care of that little shit and her spoiled rotten friends, he thought, chuckling. He would soon retire to bed, having wicked dreams.

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The friends were carried along and tossed around while Alice visited a few more houses and dumped new candy on their heads, burying them in the wrapped treats. Eventually the girl made it back home and carried her pumpkin pail up to her room to indulge in some sweets.

“Now don’t eat all your candy tonight, little princess. Make sure to save some for dessert tomorrow and the day after that. And don’t forget to brush your teeth!”, Alice’s mother chided her.

“Ok mom”, Alice said, rolling her eyes and trudging up the stairs to her room.

***  

Chapter 2 - A Child’s thoughts on Candy: Chocolates and Suckers

Having been some time since they had been periodically pummeled from above with the influx of new candy, Nora and the others had, after a time, simply fallen asleep within the Alice’s bucket. They would soon be wakened.

The five friends tumbled out of the pumpkin bucket with a landslide of candy when their captor dumped it out. They pushed pieces of real candy off of themselves to get back to the surface. Once they were free, they waved their arms and yelled at the girl.

“Hmm, what should I eat first?”, Alice asked herself. Then she noticed the moving candy. “Whoa! My candy is alive!”

Nora spoke up first to explain, “No, we’re not candy! We’re people!”

“Nice try, candy, but you’re too small to be people.”

“Really”, said Michael, “We were shrunk! Please take us to your mom so we can get big again.”

“Sorry, but you look like candy, so you must be candy. And candy is for eating.” Her stomach grumbled loudly like a monster. “Looks like my tummy agrees.”

“No! We’re just wearing costumes! You can’t eat us!”, Kathy yelled up to her.

“You must think I’m dumb”, the young girl said, offended by this stupid candy. “Well, I’m a smart girl. Mommy says so, just ask her.”

“Good idea”, said Clayton, “please, can you take us to her?”

Alice ignored the plea, rolling her eyes, and reached down toward them. Making her selection, she picked up Michael first. He struggled to escape, but her hand was far too strong. “I love chocolate! Yummy” Alice stated joyfully.

“Stop! I’m not really made of chocolate!” Michael shouted. “I’ll taste terrible! Put me down!”

Alice pinched at Michael’s chocolate bar costume and “unwrapped” it with ease, even his dark t-shirt and shorts, leaving him completely nude.

“Please don’t eat me! I’ll do anything!”

Alice tossed the begging teen into her mouth where he landed on his back, spladled on her rear right teeth. The impact to his spine stunned him, and he cried out in pain. Looking above him he saw Alice’s upper teeth wet with saliva glistening from what little light shown into her mouth.

Then, in a flash, they came crashing down. Michael’s body was severed right down the middle, his legs reduced to stumps and a good portion of his body center smashed to paste between the rows of teeth and his lower ribs were shattered. Blood flowed out from his leg stumps. Yummy! Caramel filling, she thought. Somehow, she had missed a portion of his upper torso, including his head and chest area. His cries of pain were now even louder. But he was still alive because Alice misjudged how hard her “chocolate” was. That wasn’t going to stop her from trying again, though. The teeth rose and then came down again with a stronger force. This time Michael was completely crushed and his body burst in all directions.

Alice continued to chew up her chocolate treat while the other four watched in abject horror. Alice chewed with her mouth open, so they saw and heard everything. The screaming, the crunch, and now the chewing that stained her teeth red. Jeana cried, Nora retched, and the other two just stood in disbelief that they had just witnessed their friend die in the mouth of a little girl.

Well, not so little at present, at least from their relative position.

After she finished chewing and swallowing, Alice rinsed her mouth with some water which cleared her teeth from most of the blood, though some residue remained around the gum area.

“The piece of chocolate was right, he didn’t taste like chocolate. But he still tasted pretty good! I wonder how the rest of you talking candy taste?” As if on cue, the four friends skedaddled in separate directions, trying to escape. They tried to run away, but didn’t get very far before Alice gathered them up.

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“Hey! Where are you going candy? The only place you should be going is in my mouth.” Alice separated Kathy from the rest and dumped them back into her pumpkin as a temporary prison, a precaution against them trying again to escape her.

Dressed as a sucker, Kathy had a sense of what was about to happen. While her entire stick body was enclosed in a Alice’s fist, trapping her arms and legs to her side. The little girl’s tongue emerged from her mouth and licked her head. Kathy’s face was drenched in saliva heavily enough that she could barely breathe. If only her arms weren’t held down, she could wipe it off. Her lungs screamed for air; she wanted to scream for help, but the girl held her tightly. Lick after lick assaulted Kathy’s face, saliva creeping into her mouth as she began to cry. To Kathy, the experience was not only disgusting, but also traumatizing because she could detect the taste of Michael’s remains.

One extra-strong lick lifted Kathy out of the stick part of her costume. It fell below to the side of the girl’s bucket, lost to sight. Kathy was now wearing only her underwear and the candy helmet, her exposed breasts swinging about unrestrained as she struggled to free her arms from the girl’s grasp.

“Whoops! Lost your stick.” Kathy didn’t understand what the girl meant, because her body was still basically a stick, but she was too busy shaking spit off of her head to care. Alice searched some of the other candy spread out on her bed and found a stick. However, this wasn’t Kathy’s costume piece - it was a real sucker stick that ended up among her other candy and must have come loose at some point.

Kathy realized her predicament when the stick entered her butt cheeks and poked her anus. She shrieked and clenched her sphincter to prevent access. The sucker stick was a 3 inch rod at her size and she didn’t want it entering her butt and ripping her anus apart. Alice poked several more times and Kathy didn’t know how much more she could take. A frustrated Alice gave one more strong push to shove the stick in and succeeded, the stick ramming up into and through Kathy’s rectum and into her guts, stopping just below her sternum. Kathy coughed up a spurt of thick blood, her face contorted in magnificent pain as it oozed out her mouth. She knew now that her goose was cooked.

To Alice, the sucker didn’t have much taste and, like a typical young girl of eight years old, she quickly grew impatient. With the moment’s respite from being licked, Kathy looked up just in time to see the huge mouth descend on her.  Terrified, she closed her eyes. Maybe this was just all a bad dream.

Alice decapitated Kathy with one bite, chewing her head as if it were the sucker she thought it was.

“Mmmm”, she exclaimed, “this one had a juicy center too”. Finishing the morsel, she swallowed it down, then proceeded to lick the ‘stick’, which was sticky from the blood pumping out of the short nub of neck which remained with the Kathy’s torso.

After licking the stick for many seconds, she tossed it back into the bucket, not wanting to make a mess on her mattress.

*** 

Chapter 3 - A Child’s thoughts on Candy: Gummy Bears and Fruity Candy

The three in the pumpkin bucket couldn’t see anything that Alice was doing as it’s curved nature reduced their vision significantly, but they did hear Kathy’s blood-curdling scream when the stick entered her body. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do except wait for the inevitable and each in turn, making their own appeal for survival.

Alice’s face peered over the opening and looked inside. “I think I’ll try… the Gummy Bear next!”

Realizing she meant her, Nora yelled, “Leave me alone! Please! I’ll be your friend. I’ll play with you forever and be your living toy! Just don’t eat me!”

Alice didn’t even consider the offer. She only wanted to eat and she absolutely loved gummy bears. It was one of her favorite types of candy. She picked up her little gummy bear and lifted her up close to her mouth.

“I love eating gummy bears because I get to tear them apart piece by piece!” Nora was rotated until her left arm landed on something hard. She looked over to see that it was Alice’s bottom front teeth.

Before she could figure out what was happening, the top teeth moved down and lightly bit her arm near her shoulder.

“Owwww. Oh god. No! Don’t do it!”.

Alice increased the pressure of her teeth and snapped Nora’s arm. The tiny teen screamed louder than she ever had before at the excruciating pain. Rotating Nora, the girl proceeded to bite off her leg.

“Normally I like to bite off all of my gummy bear’s limbs, but I think I’ll skip to the best part.”

“STOP! I’m not a gummy bear! I’m a person! I’M A PERSON!”, Nora screamed desperately as blood pulsed out of the stumps of her arm and leg.  Besides the terrible pain, she felt nauseous and light-headed.

Once again ignoring the silly candy’s plea, Alice held the arm and leg still attached to thrust the juicy piece of candy into her mouth. She was pleasantly surprised that this piece of candy also had a liquid element to it – she hadn’t expected that as none of the gummy bears she’d eaten before had been like that. As she sucked on the candy, she made a mental note to ask her mother if there were different types of gummy bears. This might be her new favorite.

Inside the active mouth, Nora was moved this way and that, the huge tongue tasting her and occasionally pressing her up to the roof of the girl’s mouth. Each time this happened, her torso would be squeezed, causing even more blood to flow out of her nubs.

Typically, gummy bears would reduce in size due to the enzymes and crushing occurring in a person’s mouth, but Alice detected that this gummy bear was pretty resilient. She grew tired of all the movement within her mouth seemingly not having an effect.

Nora was delirious and in shock, on the verge of passing out when Alice prepared to swallow her mostly intact figure.  She felt a great shift in the angle of her body, as her lower body was lifted into the air by the tongue, then she summoned her remaining energy to scream as she was inhaled headfirst into and down the girl’s throat. It was a tight and steep slide. By the time she was deposited with a ‘plop’ into Alice’s belly, she had lost consciousness, never to regain it before the stomach acids slurried her into mush to flow as nutrients to the growing girl’s body.

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Inside the pumpkin bucket, the two survivors were making an effort to hide, but with only a small amount of pieces left in the bucket (most were still spread out on Alice’s bedspread), it was a difficult task. They had heard the screams of the others, their imaginations now running wild on the demise of their friends.

“Hide over there, behind that Reeses”, suggested Clayton, “it’s a big piece, bigger than us. If we can just make it until the girl stops eating for the night, maybe we can find a way to escape.”

“Good idea”, said Jeana nervously, “maybe she’ll get sick.”

“I wouldn’t count on it”, replied Clayton, making a makeshift hut of three pieces of caramel to hide himself under, “kids at this age are like little sharks and candy is like chum for them. They just get hyper with all the sugar they’re ingesting. Our best bet is for the kid to tire out. Maybe she’ll even forget about us?”

Indeed, Clayton’s plan looked like it might work out as the girl ignored the bucket for several minutes as she ate some of the real candy pieces on her bed. It gave them both hope.

Hope didn’t last too long though, as once again, the huge face of the little princess peered into the bucket, exclaiming, “Ooh, another Reeses! My absolute favorite.”

Picking up the Reeses package, Alice was happy to see the quivering strawberry piece of hard candy.

“Aha, trying to hide? C’mere”, she said, dropping the Reeses aside and reaching to grab the shaking candy.

“Clayton! Help me!”, squealed Jeana as the grasping hand finally took hold of her.

Clayton stayed put behind and beneath the caramel pieces. He had hoped Jeana would survive as he really liked her and had looked forward to the next time when he could plumb her depths. Just at this moment, however, her getting eaten by this monstrous child took priority if it could buy him time to plan his own escape.

Alice pulled the red piece of hard candy out of the bucket, cocking her head to try to see how to unwrap it. Not finding a groove, she shrugged and simply tried to rub off the wrapper. Within moments, the costume wrapper was completely removed except for the piece adorning Jeana’s head. The girl was surprised to see the nude-colored candy. She had expected to find a piece of red-colored candy.

Jeana took the momentary look of surprise to make her gambit. “See. Look. I’m really not a piece of candy. I’m a girl just like you.”

Alice ignored her, placing the annoying piece of candy partially (Jenea’s upper body) into her mouth, shutting it up. She had been surprised by the candy’s coating, but she had on occasion seen this before. On those occasions, even though the candy coloring hadn’t matched the wrapping, it typically tasted as expected. She wondered if this piece would similarly taste like a strawberry.

At that moment, there came a voice from the hall outside the little girl’s room. It was Alice’s mother. “Alice, darling. It’s time to go to bed.”

Alice pulled the piece of candy out of her mouth, holding it in her fist as she replied to her mother. “Oh mom. Already?”

“Yes dear.  We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow. I need you to be up early so you can help me run my errands.  Come on now, let’s get your PJs on and get your teeth brushed.”

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“Mom. Please. One last piece for tonight”, pleaded the girl as her mother came into her room.

Jeana tried to scream, but all that came out was a tiny squeak. The mother did indeed hear the squeak, but thought nothing of it. After all, young Alice had several toys that made such sounds.

“Oh, all right”, sighed the mother, “but just one.”

“Yay”, said Alice happily.

Her caramel head covering having come free, Jeana was tossed into Alice’s mouth and landed on her tongue. The lips came together, bending Jeana’s upper torso towards her legs and folding her up.

Jeana screamed, begging for mercy before she was unceremoniously suctioned in fully. Then the tongue moved up to meet the roof of her mouth and Alice began sucking. The pressure increased and Jeana was nearly crushed. She wanted to scream, but the pressure was constricting her lungs. Alice then used her tongue to rotate the hard candy, subliminally trying to find a good spot to pressure with her tongue as she continued to taste the candy.

As she was just about to pull the candy out for not having the fruity taste she had expected and wanted, the tip of her tongue found a nice soft groove in the candy and she shifted her pressure there.

Jeana had tumbled about trying to gather her senses when the tip of the girl’s tongue found her snatch. At first, she was numbly surprised, but then, as the tip applied pressure, it began to feel very pleasurable. Jeana reach out with both arms to cradle the tongue tip and she moved her legs up over the tip as well.

“Mmmm”, hummed Alice as she closed her eyes and both sucked and applied pressure with her tongue. She had found a sweet spot in the candy after all and tasty beautiful juices were now flowing down her tongue to her taste buds. Oooh, this candy tastes really sweet, she thought, continuing to move her tongue tip into the groove that was providing such sweetness.

Jeana, while initially feeling great pleasure, was soon overcome as her genitals became very sensitive. As the girl continued to push the tip of her tongue deeper, Jeana switched her grip from a grasping nature to instead push against the tongue with her arms, her legs splaying out, flailing with all her might. It didn’t help. Soon, the tongue had moved deeper into her, ripping her tender flesh and splitting her asunder from the inside. Her abdomen split in two, with her entrails spilling out.

Alice slurped up the viscera, feeling that this candy was being absorbed by her swirling actions. Jeana was by this time unconscious and nearing death and was oblivious when the girl swallowed her down into her tummy.

Watching from the side, Alice’s mother smiled at the obvious pleasure her young princess was deriving from the candy. “Pretty good, huh?”

“Oh, it was delicious mommy”, the girl said, smiling up to her mother and opening her mouth with an “ahhhh”.

“Alright little one, let’s get your PJs on”, she tossed the PJs onto the bed and proceeded to help the girl take off her costume. Once the girl was naked, the mother moved her attention to the many pieces of candy spread on top of the bed. She began to gather it up and tossed the pieces into the pumpkin bucket.

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Hearing the mother’s voice, Clayton thought there was a familiarity with it. He had heard this voice before, but where? Moving to the far side of the bucket, he was able to glean a brief visage of the giant lady tossing candy pieces absently into the bucket.

“Omigosh”, he exclaimed, though only he could hear his voice, “Ms. Craving?!!” Ms. Craving was his pre-Calculus teacher, as well as Nora’s and Michael’s, who were all in the advanced curriculum. In fact, Ms. Craving was his favorite teacher, he being something of a teacher’s pet. Clayton quickly dodged an incoming starmint as it thudded on the side of the bucket.

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Alexis Craving thought she detected movement from within the bucket, but determined that her eyes had simply played tricks with her. Soon, all the loose pieces had been placed into the bucket and the girl had finished putting on her one-piece pajamas. The mother escorted the girl to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Minutes later, she tucked the girl into bed, kissing her on the forehead and wishing her pleasant dreams.

As her mother picked up the pumpkin bucket off the bed, Alice expressed some angst: “Mommy, my candy!”

“Don’t worry, my little princess. It will be all ready for you tomorrow when you wake up. Mommy is just gonna keep it safe for now.”

“Oh, alright”, Alice said begrudgingly, “promise you won’t eat any”. Alice was at an age where she was not into sharing, especially when it came to candy.

“Promise”, said Ms. Craving, smiling and turning off the light, leaving the door slightly ajar to let in the dim light from the hallway.

*** 

Chapter 4 - A Mother’s thoughts on Candy: Candy Corn

Clayton had been battered with the influx of the pieces of candy tossed carelessly (from his perspective) back into the bucket. He had spent a considerable amount of time trying to entangle himself and make his way to the top of the heap. With the bucket swaying this way and that as the mother walked through the hallway and down the stairs, it just made things tougher for him. Finally, the bucket had been set down on the island counter in the kitchen area and Clayton was able to make some headway. And then the lights went out in the room.

I need to get out of here!, Clayton thought urgently. He knew he was living on borrowed time, lucky to have escape from being consumed as his friends had been (at least, he suspected they had been, though he had only been witness to Michael’s death – the candy that had been returned to the bucket had not included any of his friends and this had acted to confirm his worst fears). He might have a chance of survival if he could escape the bucket and somehow garner Ms. Craving’s attention before the monstrous princess child could resume her reign of terror. Surely, she would listen to his appeal as her student and find a way to get him restored. After all, he was one of her favorite students.

Clayton had spent most of the night stacking pieces of candy, making a makeshift ladder for himself. Doing so in the darkness made things incredibly difficult for him. On multiple occasions, his makeshift ladder had crumbled, sending him frustrated to land back on the heap and needing to start anew.

It was around the crack of dawn when he had finally made a somewhat steady latticework of the candy. A feint light had begun to creep through the kitchen windows. Extremely tired, Clayton lifted himself over the curved top. Now his next obstacle – how would he get down from the top of the bucket? Thankfully, he had not detected any movement or noise in the household.

Looking up, he noticed the black handle. Taking turns going back and forth to each side of the top, he pulled down with all his strength on the handle side. This took multiple efforts on each side, but he gradually got the handle to fall to the ground, giving him what in essence was a slide to glide down to the island counter top.

With a sigh, he took the plunge, sliding down feet first and within moments, making it to the counter top level. “Thank the lord”, he said. Completely exhausted, he curled up beside the handle and fell asleep.

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Alexis Craving yawned as she entered the Kitchen. She was dressed in her robe and slippers and had yet to put on her glasses. Going over to the coffee machine, she turned it on, changed the filter, placed the fresh grounds in and set the hot water tap on.

Yawning again, the sunrise looking beautiful outside the sliding door window onto the back porch, she turned her attention to the center island, where her daughter’s candy bucket was. There, on the side of the bowl, near the handle which had rotated so that it was touching the counter top, was a small piece of candy.

Blinking her eyes, she stifled another yawn and took a closer look at the candy. It was her favorite, candy corn. Hmmm, I promised Alice I wouldn’t eat any of her candy, but what’s one piece of candy corn? After all, she doesn’t even like it, she rationalized to herself, picking up the piece of candy. She brought it towards her mouth.

Clayton was awoken by the sudden feeling of being picked up. He felt a great whoosh of air and, turning to the side, realized he was being lifted by two huge fingers towards a large waiting pair of lips.

“STOP!”, he yelled at the top of his lungs. Simultaneously, he pummeled the fingers that were holding him.

“Huh? What?”, said Ms. Craving. What is this, talking candy? She had heard the little voice.

“Ms. Craving. It’s me, Clayton. Don’t eat me!”, he pleaded, tears streaming down his face. He was greatly relieved that she had heard him before it was too late. He pulled off the white top of his candy costume.

“What? Clayton?”, she asked, refocusing her blurry eyes on the tiny thing she had thought was a piece of candy corn. Squinting her eyes, she was able to detect further details and recognized the tiny face.

“Ms. Craving. It’s me, Clayton. Your student, remember? From pre-Calc”, he wasn’t sure what the best thing to say was, but he had to get her to recognize him.

“Clayton? Uh…what are you wearing? And…why are you so tiny?”, she asked, perplexed. He was roughly an inch tall in her fingers.

“I..I don’t know what happened. Somehow, we were shrunk down. We were putting our party costumes on and suddenly, there was this light and…”

Ms. Craving interrupted him, “We? Who all got shrunken. How?”

“We were at Nora’s house. I don’t know how. It was just this green light, then Nora and I and Michael…”

“Nora? And Michael? They were both shrunk, too?”, she interrupted him again.

“…yes, and also Jeana and Kathy”, he replied, excitedly. Ms. Craving didn’t know these two students.

“And you were all wearing costumes…of candy?”, she asked, smirking and trying to refrain from giggling.

“Uh, yeah, we thought it would be cool.”

“And just what type of costume are you wearing?”, she asked, fully aware, but wanting to hear it from the boy.

“I’m a piece of candy corn”, he said, gesturing as if this should be obvious, “er, I dressed in a candy corn costume”, he corrected himself hastily.

“So this is all just a costume?”, she said, beginning to pull the tiny costume off of Clayton with fingers from her other hand.

Clayton quickly grasped at his costume trousers as she pulled them away, as he was completely nude underneath the costume. He had purposefully dressed thus to make things a little easier should the Halloween party go the way he hoped it would. Now, however, it was with embarrassment that his bare legs and manhood were released to his teacher’s view. Only his shoulders and mid-section were covered with the red-colored section of costume and his legs dangled as she held him.

She giggled, “Well, you certainly are the cutest piece of candy corn I’ve seen. What a lovely little dong you have”, she said, delighted. Her face flushed. Even though she was a very attractive woman, being a single mother for the last several years and removed from the dating scene, she had not seen a particular male appendage for awhile.

He gave her a sideways glance.

“Sorry. I didn’t realize you would be naked underneath”, she giggled again, noticing how the tiny student’s member had begun to rise now that it was out in the open. Her nostrils flared as she detected a feint musky scent and she peeled the rest of him costume off, leaving him completely nude. She took another look at him, his arms raised in apparent protest.

While he was embarrassed to be naked in front of his favorite teacher, he was also embarrassed at the betrayal of his little cock as it rose, lengthened and hardened. He had to admit to himself, however, that the situation had begun to arouse him.

“Please, uh, please put my costume back on?”, he asked as politely as he could.

Ms. Craving giggled again, unable to stop a fit of giggles overtaking her. She felt weak at the knees and she bent slightly over the counter. Collecting herself after several moments, she began to pick up the tiny yellow and red costume when her thoughts turned to how Clayton and the others had somehow gotten into her child’s candy bucket.

“Clayton, how did you end up…here?”

“I don’t really know. I think we were somehow given away as candy by Nora’s mother. I don’t think she knew we were there”, he corrected, “I’m sure she didn’t know.”

“And so”, Alexis followed, “you got put into my daughter’s bucket?”

“Mmmhmm”, Clayton nodded affirmatively.

Ms. Craving’s thoughts turned to the other students, a couple of whom she knew.

“So, where are the others? Where’s Nora? And Michael?”, she gazed towards the pumpkin bucket.

“They’re…they’re all gone”, Clayton said, the sadness in his voice palpable.

“Gone. What do you mean, gone? Did they grow back?”

“She…she ate them. Your daughter ate them. All of them, I think?”, Clayton was incredulous as he stated it out loud. He could hardly believe it himself.

Ms. Craving was taken aback. For a couple seconds, she looked at him without saying anything. Then, she asked him, “How could she have eaten them? Didn’t they tell her they weren’t really candy?”

“Um, yeah, we all kept yelling at her, telling her we weren’t really candy. She…she didn’t believe us. She just…didn’t care. I saw her chew Michael up. His blood sprayed all over her mouth”, he began to sob as he relayed the information to her.

“Hmmm…I see”, said Ms. Craving, a far-away look coming to her eyes as she seemed to look right through Clayton.

Looking down, Clayton realized his body was being lifted up towards Ms. Cravings face.

As the information was imparted to her from Clayton, Alexis Craving had an epiphany. Seeing into the future, she could see her daughter all grown up, undergoing mental treatment, visiting numerous psychiatrists. What toll would it take on her daughter once she had grown up and found that she had actually killed and eaten several people. Would she ever get over it? Alexis’ motherly instinct to protect her daughter took over from there. No, I need to remove any trace that this ever happened from Alice’s memory. I need to take care of this here and now, before she wakes up.

“Sorry Clayton, if there was any other way…”, she half-whispered to him as she dangled his little body, pinching him gently between her thumb and forefinger and turning him to face away from her as she inspected his tiny package one last time. She would now regard him as nothing more than a piece of candy.

Clayton felt his stomach twirl as he was twisted upside down. Hearing Ms. Craving, he came to a sudden realization. She was not going to save him. She was going to eat him! “Whu…wait..”, he began, but his voice was cut off as he was dropped into her mouth, landing on her velvety tongue. Her mouth smelled of fresh mint, as Alexis had just brushed her teeth after waking.

Clayton, gaining his balance, launched his body in a desperate attempt to escape, but the large mouth closed around him, cutting off his light, and he slammed into the cage that was her teeth. Before he could attempt further action, he was upended by her tongue which snaked between his legs.

Alexis took her time with the piece of candy, savoring the different tastes as she felt it squirm within her mouth. She felt the candy quiver as she used her tongue to play with it and soon, she detected a new, salty, syrupy taste.

“Mommy?”

Quickly picking up the pieces of the candy corn costume, she dropped them into the small waste basket beside the island counter. Then she tilted her head back and swallowed, “Mmmmmm”, feeling the bulge from the piece of warm candy flow down her esophagus. She savored the moment – it had been some time since a man had made her stomach flutter so.

Alice found her mother leaning over the counter, apparently deep in thought, her hand on her stomach. As she walked up to her, she noticed the candy corn ‘wrapper’ in the waste basket. She looked up towards her mother.

“Oh, good morning darling. You’re up early”, Alexis said, collecting herself.

“Mommy, you promised you wouldn’t eat my candy!”, she scolded her mother.

“Whu..? Oh”, she said, realizing her daughter had seen the candy corn costume pieces in the waste basket. “I’m sorry honey. I know you don’t like candy corn.”

Alice sighed, “It’s ok, I guess”, then with a confused look, “I didn’t think candy corn had wrappers.”

“Some of them do”, Alexis said, thinking quickly, “and for the ones that do, the tastiest parts are under the wrapper”, she said, thinking of Clayton, feeling him still squirming in her belly.

--

The burning feeling continued as Clayton trudged through the acid and toward the stomach lining. Once there, he banged on the wall and demanded, “Let me out of here!” Alexis’ response came in the form of a giggle from her tummy being tickled. Clayton couldn’t believe that she was finding joy in this. Then the burning increased as the acid ate through his skin and he saw muscle revealed. Clayton panicked and lost his balance. He fell back into the acid and was submerged completely underneath it. Bubbles rose in the acid from his screams until his body gave in. Every part of his body was eventually eaten away until nothing but a skeleton was left, a very fitting Halloween end.

The End

Kerry

Matt awoke to find himself in a jam jar. Am I dreaming? The ceiling of the room looked literally blocks away. “Holy shit! Where am I?”, he muttered aloud.

He was still groggy, but quickly realized what had happened to him. Not only was he imprisoned in a jar but he was also naked. However, the worst part was he was only 5 inches tall!

It was morning and he was still in Kerry Weaver’s bedroom, that lovely, black-haired, brown-eyed girl with a bob hairstyle (her bangs coming down to just above her eyebrows) which suited her cute personality well and who, in his and most other boys minds, promoted very strong sexual motives...merely by her looks and the way she dressed and teased.

Reaching up on his tip-toes, he tried to push up on the top, but it was immovable because it had a screw top. Luckily, it was perforated to allow him some fresh air.

--

Matt had only been out on one date with Kerry. At the end of the date, he had tried to feel her nice breasts, which by all appearances, were on the large side and unusually firm for their size, typical of her youth. However, she wasn't having it.  Her refusal to allow him to touch her up really infuriated him and made him frustrated. She had always given the impression of being "easy", and the way she flaunted herself...well, all for it. All the lads thought that, but then, just when he thought he was going to be the first, it really riled him.

“Oh, alright then, you stuck-up, little prick-teaser!”, he ranted.

Kerry only smiled, “'See you tomorrow, then?”

“Don’t count on it!”, he growled, and sloped off.

But Kerry wasn’t an ‘easy’ girl. She just enjoyed attracting the attention of boys and men.

Kerry had asked him to see her the following evening after school. He had agreed, but decided he'd tell her he was going out with another girl who wasn't so chaste as her. Not as good-looking, but still sexy.

Kerry was upset and angry, like any girl would be. She slipped the shrink gel tablet into his drink as she gave him a false hug of finality, his cup not having a lid.  She’d gotten the gel tablets from her cousin Megan, who had smuggled them out of owner’s desk at Forbidden Dish. Kerry had only been given a small amount and was told to use them wisely, as the gel tablets had not been approved for legal usage and seemed to have a variable shrink effect. She held onto the hug for a long time, longer than Matt felt comfortable with, but he took some solace from the fact that Kerry’s large breasts were pressed into him. Looking around, Kerry determined that no one else was in sight.

Finally, Kerry broke the hug. As Matt was about to leave, Kerry stopped him for a moment, saying, “Here’s to better future luck on the romantic front”, and she clinked her drink on his softly, not wanting him to spill. She took a sip from her drink and looked up at him, arching an eyebrow. Matt got the hint. With a thought to what she said, he nodded and took a swig from his drink.

Matt was confused as Kerry took a step back, giggling.  As she stared at her, bewildered, he remembered feeling queer, lightheaded, and then he blacked out. Matt didn't know what she had put into his drink that had caused him to shrink!

--

Matt examined his glass prison and could see there was no way of escape. He looked around the room but the girl was nowhere to be seen. He was alarmed and amazed how everything was so huge, how enormously different everything looked from his new perspective. The bedroom wasn't all that big before, but now it appeared gigantic, and the furniture likewise. As he was taking in his frightening environment he suddenly felt the jar shudder, only slightly, but to him it was as if there was an minor earthquake. The vibrations were caused by Kerry coming into the room. He stared at her as she entered.

She was wearing a tight-fitting one-piece pink swimsuit, with a zipper from the chest to just above her crotch. The swimsuit appeared to be drenched – perhaps she had just come from in from the swimming pool in her back yard – and the material clinging to her body revealed her outstanding figure. Her large breasts seemed to be bursting from the tiny cups embedded into her suit. Her waist was narrow and her hips so curvaceous as they dropped to her tanned and toned, meaty legs.

Matt had never seen her like that before, but also he'd never seen her huge either! From his viewpoint and miniscule size she looked like a monstrous giantess. He'd seen such phenomena in fairy-tale books, but nothing so bewilderingly sensuous. So he found himself struggling with two emotions - one of abject fear, and the other of sexual excitement. His member instantly began to erect.

“Hello, Matt”, she said, her voice sounding like a series of thunder claps, “How do you like your new size? I was really mad last night when you told me you didn't want to go out with me anymore just because I wouldn't let you muck about with me like that. Well, you're the very first boy I've ever shrunk. It's terrific and a super thrill.”

She could see that he was trying to say something but his voice only came to her pretty ears in a piping sound...because of his size and the confines of the jam jar.

”Don't bother, Matt. I can't hear you anyway. Besides, I don't want to, so there”, she said, sticking her tongue out at him. “I was awake all last night thinking about what I can do about you. Your mom's been phoning around to find out where you've got to. My mom told her you left quite early so I suppose they're out there searching for you...”

She gave a light, tinkling laugh. “Anyway, I thought at first I ought to bring you back to your normal size, but I can't do that now. You'd tell everybody and they'd know about my secret....Then I could keep you forever and ever...as my little prisoner...make you my little slave, and I could play with you every night doing lots of naughty things...”

She smiled at him knowingly, a look of girlish seduction on her face, “But my mom might find you and that would spoil everything as well”, she said, forming a pout on her lips, ”I know you've been wanting to do things with me...you know, get into my panties and all that. So, really, I suppose you only wanted me for one thing, like all the boys...” She giggled again.

“I suppose that girl you were going to see is easy, huh? Well, that's tough! You won't be getting in her pants, not ever. Have you wondered - I expect you have - what it'd be like in mine? Well, Matt, I'm going to let you see, but not…yet. Later, afterwards, then I suppose I'll get rid of you when I feel like it. Want to know how?” Her smile widened, showing her strong white teeth. To his terror she began licking her lips and running her hands over her taut belly as she eyed his naked form.

Matt stared at her, catching every movement from her lips to her stomach through the glass holding him imprisoned and at her mercy. He guessed what she was implying. It was so blatantly obvious. Reflexively, he covered his groin.

“No, Kerry, not that! You can't! You won't get away with it!”

Kerry must have just heard his squeaky voice. “Yes, Matt, it’s true. I'm really going to eat you up, but not before I play with you a bit...show you what you wanted to feel and where you wanted to stick that little thing into...” She demonstrated the action by moving her hand down from her belly to the tiny gusset of her swimsuit and touched the mound beneath the flimsy material.

Matt gasped. It was too much for his young mind to really comprehend or appreciate, but he felt his manhood continue to stir and felt his hands having a hard time keeping himself covered, to his embarrassment.

“It'll be such fun for me”, she continued in a soft, silky tone which came so naturally to girls, “I'll do anything I like and only we would know about it, but it won't matter to you, because I'm going to kill you after...gobble you up. Might just swallow you in one piece, or I might bite you up bit by little bit....”

She thought for a moment, considering something. “Hmm...yes, probably will swallow you and feel you all struggling as you go down into my tummy... Look, I'm going out onto the patio. Going to sunbathe for a bit. I'll be back and have a little game with you, and then...' She grinned and licked her lips suggestively, her devious, evil thoughts such a vast contrast to her young, attractive face.

Matt could only stare as she moved to the door. He gazed at her delightful behind, the seat of her suit settling tight and snug between those delicious-looking cheeks that resembled ripe peaches yet were gently tanned; but such aesthetics were far from his mind.

“Kerry!” he screamed as she disappeared, the door closing behind her, bringing his hands away from his crotch to pound on the glass sides of the jar.

--

Matt was in a terrible state. He couldn't believe he was so small, nor that such a girl, so awfully pretty, could even think about the dreadful things...about playing with him, about eating him! Was this just a fantastic dream, a nightmare? He had really fancied that girl, had dreamed about her, fantasized making love, feeling those darling buds of hers which she had teasingly flaunted but never bared of course. All the things he had imagined doing to her, she will be doing to him! But what was more awful, she said she was going to.... Oh no, surely not, not bite me into pieces, maybe swallow me! Be in her stomach! A tear began to flow down the side of his face.  His imagination hurtled from one corner of his feverish mind to the next.

--

The time flew by. Before he had rationalized everything, he heard the girl's footfalls on the deck. He saw her beautiful face, dripping wet from her dip in the pool, looking at him as she slid the slide door open. She was a picture of enticement, he thought, if only he wasn’t in a shrunken state and completely at her mercy.

He made another desperate reach up to attempt to remove the metal lid of the jar, but was again unsuccessful. The screw-lid was too tight to turn at his size.

-- 

Kerry looked down at him, picked up the jar and grinned at him wolfishly. The torment was about to begin. To his surprise, he felt a mixture of fear and excitement as she slowly drew her zipper down, revealing a heavy dose of cleavage. She watched Matt closely as she continued unzipping her suit until the zipper reached it’s bottom, just above the entrance to her pubis.

“I bet you’ve been waiting to see these”, Kerry said, slowly uncovering each shoulder strap, using her free hand to cover her breasts. She giggled as Matt’s eyes went wide, despite his little situation. His tiny hands were on the glass side and he peered through them like binoculars, leaving his penis open to her view. She snorted in amusement as she watched it rise in sync with her lowering her hands, revealing her beautiful bountiful breasts. Letting them fall, the fleshy mounds jiggled slightly.

Matt noticed that the large, but firm, orbs were unusually symmetrical in structure, with no droop, and that the skin tone was not too dis-similar from the rest of her body, suggesting that she must often sunbathe topless.

“You like?” she asked, touching the pink nipple with the tip of her index-finger. Unaware of the cause, Matt saw that the nub was filling out losing its crinkled surface. “Hmm...I bet you really wanted to get your grubby little hands on these, didn't you?”, she asked arching her legs so that her breasts jutted out prominently. Her hand caressed one of the tempting orbs sensuously, exacerbating his emotions.

She placed the jar back onto the table and used both hands to fondle and caress her young mammaries. She was not surprised in the least that the boy's impression revealed itself, giggling as his tiny penis stood full to attention. She hadn’t seen too many, but she always found the sight of each set of male genitalia intriguing. All the ones she’d seen in person were somewhat alike, though all were unique in some fashion. She found it a titillating mystery as to how they worked.

Matt realized where she was looking and quickly, blushingly brought his hands back down to hide his boner.  

Kerry then rolled the top of her swim suit to her waist. “I bet you wanted to feel something else”, she murmured, and to his further amazement, confused and bewilderment, she shimmied completely out of her suit, her breasts bouncing up and down with each shake. Matt’s head comically moved up and down like he was watching a vertical tennis match for a few moments before his vision settled on the main prize.

Matt gave a stifled groan as her clean-shaven snatch finally became visible as she let the suit slide to a puddle at her feet, then raising a foot, she reached down, her magnificent breasts hovering near him, their elasticity amazing him, and took hold of the flimsy item and tossed it onto her bed. His eyes went from the sparse, adolescent pubis to her face questioningly and returned in fascination to her groin.

As though hypnotized, he gazed as she touched her plump labia, a pronounced mound of mouthwatering fruit. For the inexperienced, naive youth, the sight could only confuse him, his mind battled with distaste and the as-yet dormant appreciation. He watched spellbound as she ran her fingertip over the plump lips and then began entering the coral folds.

Unbeknownst to Matt, a bit of pre-cum began to leak from the top of his dick and a very light strand had developed between it and the bottom of the jam jar.  He continued to observe her as first the closest knuckle then the second disappeared into the fleshy slit and remained therein for a moment. When she slowly withdrew the digit, it was covered with a layer of viscous fluid.

Matt let out a gasp. “Kerry” he whimpered, “please get me back to my normal size. I promise I won't tell a soul. I'll never....”

Kerry merely smiled, partly amused, partly sadistic. She reached out, lifting up the jar and carefully unscrewed the jar top.

“Kerry?”, he exclaimed hopefully, trying to keep his balance as the jar tilted.

She grasped the jar and tilted it, catching him in her other hand as he careened off the sides of his prison. He winced as she gripped him tightly. The aroma on her finger wafted to his nostrils. His eyes bulged in terror as she lifted him up to her smiling, pretty face. He stared fearfully at her huge sweet lips, her nostrils and her big brown eyes.

'Please!' Matt shouted urgently. In reply she merely licked her lips. So close was he that he could feel her warm breath exuding from her mouth and her nostrils, which were flared. He then cringed in her fist when she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, touching the strand of pre-cum that had continued to ooze from his dick. She flicked her tongue and it brushed softly against the bulbous head of his cock. It was a very pleasurable sensation and he gave a small grunt in reply, but continued gazing up into her eyes.

It must have been a frightening sight to look into her enormous mouth and to see the double row of glistening, pearly-white teeth. What was perhaps more terrifying was the sudden sight of the dark hole right at the back of that cavern, waiting there beyond the curving red tongue. For there he believed he would eventually go, slipping slowly down that tunnel never to be seen or heard of again.

To some relief she lowered him down to one of her sweet buds, brushing his face over the rubbery nub.

“Go on then!”, she ordered, “suck it!”.

He opened his mouth wide and was just able to take the nipple between his stretched lips. She giggled and sighed, pressing his face tighter against her breast. She took him to her other breast leaving the former glistening with his saliva. Back and forth she took him, enjoying the novelty of a real life doll sucking her nipples.

After she’d had her fill of tit play, she decided to introduce him to that place that all male youngsters detest - other than to feel with clumsy, inept fingers or the stem of their manhood. First, though, she pressed his face into the soft resilience of her stomach, then at the indentation in its center. When he went lower he gave out a despairing howl as his face passed over the glistening flesh surmounting her vulva, then a groan came from him when he was shockingly confronted by that perpendicular cleft in which she had earlier slipped her finger. For Matt, it must have been an awful experience...a huge, monstrous female slit exuding an aromatic warmth, an odor he was not familiar with and disliked intensely.

He uttered a smothered scream as Kerry, seating herself on the edge of her bed with her legs wide apart, impetuously forced his head against her spongy quim and worked it into the soft squishy mouth. She gripped him harder as he fought against the frightful insertion. His arms were caught at his sides in her clenched fist so that he could only twist and turn his head, but it was useless. The girl, feeling the excitement bubbling up in her loins, rammed him inside, first his head then his shoulders and almost to his waist. She fell back on her bed, her knees spread wide apart, her eyes fluttering, her rosy lips pursed and her tongue flickering from corner to corner gathering up the dribbles of saliva. A few quick jerks, then resting and then she drew him out of her clinging vulva. He was coughing and spluttering.

“Kerry!” he cried desperately, covered with her secretions, “You could have suffocated me!”

She raised him and gazed at him with a sinister delight. Without warning she plunged him back into her vagina uttering a tiny squeal of decadent pleasure. All that could be heard in that girl's bedroom was her intermittent grunts as she pumped the little Matt in quick jerks, using him as a means of masturbation.

After a while, her naked body glistening with sweat, she pulled him out from her vagina and, raising him along with her knees to her young breasts.

“Right, you're all right now. I suppose I could boil you up first, make you all nice and soft-like. I'm really hungry, Matt, I mean, really.”

“Kerry!”, he squeaked, “For God's sake, don't...please! I'll go out with you, I promise. I'll be your boyfriend and whatever you want. I'm really sorry about...you know, the things I said. I didn't know you liked me that much. You're a nice girl, all us boys really like you....”

“Stop it!”, she snapped, “I know I'm pretty. I'm going to be a model or on the stage some day, but it's no good, Matt. You really upset me. Besides…I'm hungry. Mom won't be back til late and I'm not going to make anything to eat. I hate cooking, so there”, she stuck her tongue out at him again. He trembled at it’s sight.

“Anyway, you'll do nicely. I really want to eat you; but I can't decide whether I ought to just swallow you whole or bite you up.”

She flopped around so that she was tummy-down on her bed and held him high above her grinning face. “Mmm...you do look nice and tasty, Matt.”

He looked down at her naked body, taking another glance at the wonderful globes of her bubble butt. Sex was out of the question, only terror filled his mind.

“No, Kerry!”, he wailed.

Instead of replying, she opened her sensuous mouth wide again, presenting her gaping maw, letting him see her reddish-pink tongue sweeping down like a fleshy slide into the dark recess of her throat, and he looked in trepidation at the two rows of sparkling teeth.

He mewled as she lowered him down and set him atop her nose. Leaving him unattended for a moment, she giggled as he slipped a little and grasped desperately around her eyebrows to stop from sliding off. Her eyes moved to her inside corners to view the little man. Despite his diminutive size, she could smell his musky scent as his tiny genitalia was just above her nostrils.

Matt continued to slide and she opened her mouth to catch him, allowing his body to fall into it, then closing her lips over his head. 

Her tongue began lapping at him, saliva gathering in her mouth. She sucked his head like a lollipop then closed her teeth around his neck. He screamed down her throat as he guessed she was about to nip off his head, but she resisted the temptation and lifted his drenched head out. She grinned, seeing his distraught features, making him suffer for going out with that other girl who wasn't half as pretty as she. She felt her stomach rumble, the sign that she was indeed quite hungry.

Taking him out of her mouth, she gave him an evil smirk, then, pinching him around his hips, she lifted him up towards her mouth once again.

“I think I’ll try these now, Matt”, she said perkily, her eyes shining brightly at him.

Matt’s arms and legs dangled as he was pushed inexorably towards her ruby lips. She pressed his midsection to the entrance of her pursed lips as he pushed with all the might he could muster against the upper lip, but it was to no avail as she took his package into her mouth. She licked the tiny penis and testicles playfully, knocking them from side to side.

“Ohhh, fuuuuuck”, sighed Matt. Despite his plight, her mouth felt great and he was in momentary heaven.

Soon, the fight went out of him as she continued to suckle him, giving his tiny package a slurping that was beyond his imagination. He sighed, closing his eyes and letting his arms slump against the cleft of flesh between her lips and her nose. She felt his torso go limp as she cradled it with her other hand, one arm pinned to his side, while his legs splayed to either side of her lips. For a few moments, his abdomen was pulled and pushed as she swirled about him with her tongue. She deemed that he was soon to release his seed. Kerry altered the angle at which she held him, now holding him over her head – she would allow gravity to do it’s work after she performed the deed.

Just at the moment when she felt he was about to release his sperm, her lips parted and her teeth came quickly together, snipping off the entirety of his little package. Matt’s body stiffened, his limbs violently jerking, then shuddered at the sudden change from extreme pleasure to numbness, then extreme pain.

For moments, the severed genitals continued to pulse on Kerry’s lips, the penis retracting back to it’s base on top of the balls, before launching forward to pump out both cum and blood like a tiny howitzer. The involuntary actions continued for several iterations over a couple seconds before going limp. Kerry, amused by the feeling of the tiny severed organs against her lips, sucked them into her mouth.

After his genitals fell into her mouth, Kerry hummed with pleasure as she chewed them to a tiny pulp. She gazed at the tiny man callously as she chewed, his legs running in place on either side of her nose. Her throat gave a bob as she swallowed, one hand between her young thighs moving faster and faster, her fingers coated with her glistening emissions. With her other hand, she grasped him tightly, pinning his arms to his sides to keep him still.

“Mmmm...nice”, she mumbled to herself, sucking the flowing liquid pulsing from the whole at the bottom of Matt’s abdomen and swallowed again. She seemed without any conscience or pity. Matt was weeping fitfully and crying for his mother.

“She can't help you now, Matt”, she declared sadistically, “She won't ever see you again. She'll never guess that I've eaten you. No one will.”

Showing that she was sexually affected by her inhuman indulgence, she reached down to feel her dribbling quim. “I think this is better than sex", she murmured softly. "I haven't had it yet, but I bet it is.”

For a few moments, Matt felt a momentary reprieve, trying to gather his breath and his wits. He begged for a merciful death now that he knew what she was truly capable of. Anything to escape further excruciating pain.

“Now for the rest of you, Matt, I think I can manage you. Goodbye, enjoy your stay in my belly.”

He was sent in headfirst. She sucked on him as, bit by bit, she pushed him deeper and deeper into her ravenous mouth. Matt reached the back of her throat and stared terrified down the dark tunnel. He slithered fairly easily through the girl's esophageal tube although it was tight, and down into her stomach. He lived as he arrived in that muscular organ, dying, of course, but forced to endure the slow death as her digestive system began its work with the enzymes and acid secretions in preparation of breaking his body down and spreading it to all of her body - including her bowels – for later expulsion the following day or so from her delightful bottom. What was kept, the nutrients, would be absorbed everywhere on that pretty girl, enhancing her young, vigorous body. As she thought about it, she turned towards her bed, but couldn’t stop the drool from flowing off her tongue. She had savored her prey and her saliva glands were working overtime.

Kerry lay relaxed on her bed, her legs splayed apart as she dreamily fingered herself. She thrilled with the sensation of Matt's body being digested, feeling his minute squirming as he was being digested. She placed one hand gently on her abdomen to feel his final, feeble movements. She knew it would take twelve to twenty-four hours for the complete digestion, and then, hopefully not much longer, it would be time to expel his remains from her cute tiny anal sphincter. She wondered whether his skeletal structure would be intact when she relieved herself. I really must see if it is, she thought to herself.

Thoughts returned to his squirming.  He's still alive in there. I hope it takes a long time. She felt something else in motion...further down. It was the sign of a forthcoming orgasm, something she loved. She fingered her little clit and squeezed her legs together and gasped into the soft pillow as it struck.

Even as he gradually dissolved, Matt had visions of her vibrant breasts, her lovely legs, her heavenly bottom, but most of all, the very place he was disintegrating in, her belly, the part all girls now like to expose as fashion dictates.

--

After the heady waves had passed and she lay in that euphoric aftermath, Kerry began thinking seriously of doing it again. After all, she still had some of the gel tablets left.  But next time, she decided, I'll shrink the boy to a bigger size. Visions of an erect penis entered her mind.

She heard a sound behind her, coming from the closet. The closet had tiered openings to allow a modicum of vision both directions.

“You can come out now, Becca”, she said.

The closet door gently swung open. Out came her niece, pixie-cut brunette Becca, also dressed in her one-piece bathing suit. The young girl had come to visit after Kerry had shrunk Matt down and was anxious to see what Kerry would do with him as she’d never seen a tiny man before. It took all of Kerry’s fortitude to keep the girl from trying to play with him while he was still unconscious.

She’d bribed the girl, telling her she would take her for ice cream if she would just watch quietly from the closet. She had actually semi-forgotten about her niece when she went to sunbathe and was grateful that the girl had kept her side of the bargain.

“That was so cool Aunt Kerry”, the young girl said, “when do you think I can get my own little man?” Becca had imagined playing with a real life doll, though the thought of eating one hadn’t occurred to her until she’d just watched her aunt do it. It looked like it might be fun to try, maybe with one of the class mates from her middle school. While her mother had recently taken a job with LUMPs, which dealt with shrinking people down to be consumed, she had yet to be allowed to accompany her or even partaken in eating any LUMPs.“Pretty soon, I think. Maybe next time you come over”, Kerry said, reaching out and rubbing the girl’s hair affectionately.

“That’s swell”, said Becca. She was an impatient girl, but next time she visited was close enough to quell her urges. “Tell me, Aunt Kerry, how come you ate his little thingy first?”

“Oh”, said Kerry, thinking quickly, “for one, cause that’s the tastiest part. And”, she added, “because he was a really bad boy.”

THE END

Party Time: The Girls Plan their Party

“Hey Tom, come over here”, whispered Bill, motioning Tom to scoot over and keep low. He was near the end of one of the many rows of library bookshelves.

“What is it?”, Tom whispered back, crouching down to Bill’s level.

“Take a peek around the corner. Who do you see?”, Bill whispered.

Tom stepped forward as Bill took a step back. Peeking around the corner, his eyes perked up. There, about twenty five feet down the long aisle were three hot co-eds. He recognized all three of them – Jenny, Claire and Stephanie.

Jenny was the girlfriend of their buddy, Mark. She was the shortest of the three, at around 5’3”. Her dark, shoulder-length hair hung straight down. A popular cheerleader for the university’s basketball team, she had a pert figure with B-cup breasts, a light tan, with sparkling emerald eyes. What she lacked in height and bust size was more than made up for by her strong muscular legs, toned midsection and effervescent personality. She was just a fun girl, plain and simple, and attracted friends of both sexes.

Claire stood 5’6”, with brown hair, occasionally wearing glasses over her blue eyes. A soccer player, she had a solid athletic build. She was the heaviest of the three girls, due to her muscular frame and succulent D-cup breasts and very slight beer belly (she was a bit of a party girl).  She appeared more laid back then the others, soft spoken but with a wicked sense of humor and a liberal mindset, willing to try anything once.

Stephanie was a 5’8” brunette with a slim frame. She had been a recent competitor on Survivor, finishing in the top 5, but not taking home the top prize. She was also an athlete, a member of the women’s lacrosse team as well as training in MMA off and on. She sported a very dark tan to match her doe-sized amber eyes, with lean muscles and small, firm breasts. Her legs were a dream for any male seeing her in shorts. She had a scrappy yet conservative personality and was the yin to Claire’s yang.

Bill and Tom had, on occasion, interacted with the girls when they had been in Mark’s company. Being Jenny’s besties, they had seen each other both at Mark’s apartment and at Jenny’s apartment as well as on campus. Tom had made it known on multiple occasions his attraction to Stephanie, but she hadn’t reciprocated the interest. Like a lost puppy, that had not deterred him.

“It’s the girls. Oh man, Stephanie is looking hot”, Tom whispered, eyeing up the brunette’s long tanned legs, which contrasted nicely with her white short-shorts. “One of these days…”, his voice trailed off.

“Shhh, just listen”, Bill whispered back, motioning with his hands to Tom to quiet down.

“I feel bad. I didn’t say anything to Mark about tonight. He’s gonna be wondering why I didn’t call him.”

“Gee whiz Jenny. Give it a break. Mark’s not gonna die if you don’t see him for one night. Tonight is about us girls getting on our PJs and partying hard”, said Stephanie.

“Yeah, who needs guys to have fun?”, said Claire. “They can’t compete with Mr. Hitachi Wand, anyway. Give that whipped little guy a break. You’re gonna twist his little thing off if you keep riding him like you’ve been doing.” She made a motion like a cowgirl riding a bronco.

Jenny blushed bright red, shushing her friend as the girls were all smiles.

Oh shit!, thought Tom. He and Bill gave each other an excited look.

“Should we tell Mark”, whispered Tom.

“Oh, we’re telling Mark”, whispered Bill.

--

Mark sat in his house depressed.  Why wouldn’t Jenny want him at her party, she invited those two why not me?   We have been dating for almost one year and are closer then close.  Yet she invited her two girlfriends over and never asked me.  To make matters worse, this was their typical date night and it was almost the anniversary for when they began dating. Mark looked at the clock to find out it was only 8pm.  Jenny had already started her party.  Mark picked up his phone and called his two friends to hang out.

Tom and Bill were doing nothing important when they got Mark’s phone call.  In no time they came over to his house and found him sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand and looking mopey. 

“Dude what the hell,” said Bill.

“Yeah you invite us over to hang, and you’re going to be like this?” Tom couldn’t believe it.

“I can’t believe Jenny is having a sleep over with Clair and Stephanie and didn’t invite me,” replied Mark.

Tom and Bill glanced at each other and smiled.  They thought the same thing.  Two of the hottest girls in college are there in PJs just waiting for them to show up and give them a good time. 

Smirking, Bill sat next to Mark, “Hey man screw it.  You don’t need an invite. In fact, none of us do.  Let’s go there anyway.”

Tom sat on the other side of Mark, “Yeah Bill’s right. Besides, I bet Jenny wants you to show up but is too shy to ask you to.  We go over and pop in unexpected, she is going to be all like ‘Oh Mark I knew you would show up’.”

Mark sat there thinking. Well, she did like surprises. And she never said to his face not to show up.  “You’re right - she would love this.”

“Yeah and we will come along too because we all know each other and can have fun,” Bill chimed in.

Mark thought but a moment, before agreeing. With everything decided they started to get into Mark’s car. 

“Wait.  Let’s walk there so no one will know when we show up.  It would be a bigger surprise”,  Tom said.  He didn’t want the two chicks bailing when they heard them pull in the drive way.

“Well, she does live only five blocks away.  Alright let’s do it,” Mark said with a grin on his face too happy to see that he was being used by his friends.  They all walked down the street to Jenny’s house and walked up to the front door.  Mark pulled out his set of keys that Jenny lent them.  This is going to be fun, he thought.

--

Several minutes before Mark and his friends showed up, Jenny was talking with Claire and Stephanie.  “Hey Jenny, I don’t see any beer. I thought you were going to pick up some on the way back from work yesterday”, Claire asked as she rummaged through her fridge.

“No.”

“You should go get some.  It can’t be a sleep over without booze you know.”  Claire really liked to drink.

“She’s right - we do need booze.  Oh and you should get some snacks while you’re out.  Then we can party like there is no tomorrow!”  Stephanie jumped up off the couch and grabbed Jenny’s car keys and tossed them at her, playfully ordering her  “Now get going girlfriend before I get hungry.”

Jenny sighed, her friends were always so pushy, but she loved them.  “You do know it’s going to take a while before I get back, right?”

“Yeah, but it will be worth it,” Claire shouted from the kitchen looking for anything that could give her a buzz.

“Alright, I’ll go.”  Jenny walked out of her house and got into her Jeep.  She then pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street.  Not more than thirty seconds passed when Mark and his friends turned the corner and walked toward Jenny’s house.

Claire and Stephanie sat on the couch talking about the exams they just passed - the whole reason they were celebrating.  They both heard the door unlock and turned their heads. 

“Did someone forget their purse?”  Claire asked before she saw who it was entering the house.

Claire and Stephanie both jumped up off the couch when they saw it was none other than Mark and his friends.

--

Party Time: Party Crashers

Bill pushed open the door and walked past Mark.  “Sup bitches.”

Claire and Stephanie both glared at Bill. They never liked being called bitches, especially by a punk like him.   

Bill was a decent-looking guy, standing a bit over 6 feet tall, but he had a brash personality, bordering on arrogance. He was a self-important person and that came out in every way he presented himself. Tom, on the other hand, was around 5’11”, cute with stocky muscle build on a frame which could be described as a ‘hunk’. He was a bit of a follower and looked up to Bill as his best friend. He was not normally an aggressive person, except when he was with Bill.

Tom walked past Mark and went straight to the fridge looking for food, “Hey there isn’t anything to eat.”

“Yeah… Jenny went to get something.  You all shouldn’t be in here without her knowing,” Stephanie said with a hint of anger behind her voice.

“We wanted to surprise Jenny,” Mark told her.  “I thought she would love it if I showed up.”

Claire folded her arms over her chest to cover herself, considering she was in her PJs and felt exposed. “She might love it if YOU showed, up but why did THEY show up?”  She nodded toward Bill and Tom.

“Well, they thought it was a great idea for us to all celebrate with you all.”

“Yeah, don’t you feel like celebrating,” Bill said as he walked over to her side and put his arm over her shoulder.

Claire quickly shrugged his arm off and took a step away.  She was disgusted by this animal that would dare put his arm on her.  She looked at Stephanie who also was looking a bit self-conscious of her pajama outfit.  Both Claire and Stephanie weren’t shy or bashful ladies, but to have two men staring you down with eyes of pure lust… well that would make anyone self-conscious.

“Maybe you guys should come back later,” Stephanie tried to shoo Tom out the door but he just planted his feet and refused to budge.

“Hey - we just want to party,” he said and gave her a playful push, a bit rougher than intended.  Stephanie landed on her butt on the couch - it didn’t hurt but it made her angry and slightly scared of the bigger man.

“Tom calm down.  What the hell are you doing man?”  Mark started to think this was a bad idea.

“Hey - he just gave her a playful shove.  Like this,” Bill pushed Claire down on the couch too.  Both girls quickly huddled together and sat close for comfort.  Bill and Tom sat on either side of the girls and put their arms around them.

“Guys, maybe we SHOULD leave?”  Mark didn’t like where this could be heading.  He didn’t know what he was thinking bringing these two over to his girlfriend’s house.  He was grateful she wasn’t there to scold him for been so stupid.

“But we just got here,” Tom said with a hint of sorrow in his voice that everyone in the room knew wasn’t real.

“Yeah, Mark.  At least, let’s stick around until Jenny gets back.”  Bill was pulling Claire closer to him so she would be forced up against his body.

“Well, if you two behave we can.”  Mark took a seat in a chair that was a few feet away.

Both Bill and Tom grinned evilly while Claire and Stephanie tried to squirm out of their grip.  Unfortunately, the guys were a lot stronger than them.  “Get off you big ape,” Claire shouted and shoved Bill.  She grabbed Stephanie’s arm and yanked her out of Tom’s grasp.  They both took a couple steps back and frowned at the two boys who looked upset.  “You all better leave; this is a girl’s only party, you too Mark.”  With that being said Claire opened the front door and waited for them to leave.

Bill got up and walked over to the door and slammed it shut, “I don’t think so.”

Claire backed up with fear in her eyes.  She quickly grabbed Stephanie’s hand and backed away from Bill.  Tom got up and walked toward them, like a lion about to pounce on its prey.  Mark got up to confront the problem that was brewing.  He knew his friends were horndogs, but they’d never gone beyond aggressive flirtation when he’d been with them. He hadn’t thought they would cross a line, but now he was having serious doubts.

Claire and Stephanie started to panic and closed their eyes and pulled each other’s hands together like they were praying.

Mark pulled Tom and Bill to a stop and was about to say something when he heard Claire and Stephanie mumble something under their breaths.  “Claire, Stephanie.  It’s ok they won’t…”  Mark never got to finish his sentence when the room started to spin around.  He fell to the ground along with Bill and Tom.

Mark opened his eyes slowly and rubbed his head; it hurt like crazy.  He slowly sat up and looked around.  Tom and Bill were lying passed out next to him.  “What the hell is going on?”  He took a look around and found out what exactly was going on.  Everything was huge.  The couch, the coffee table,  the T.V., Claire, the front door, the picture of him and… wait Claire?  Mark quickly turned his head back to Claire and saw that she and Stephanie were both giantesses. Holy shit, we must be just a couple inches tall!  Before he could even ask what happened, Tom and Bill started to stir.

“It worked!” Stephanie said with disbelief.  She and Claire used to practice magic from an old book they found in the college library.  It had a lot of dumb spells in it, but the one they remembered was the shrinking spell.  They had never used it on a person before, but they had shrank small objects like food and clothes for fun.

Claire looked down at the tiny naked men and waved at them.  She saw Tom and Bill freak out and jumped up and ran in the opposite direction, but Mark just sat there dumbfounded.  She quickly scoped up the three of them and placed them on the coffee table.  All three tiny men stared at Claire and she stared right back at them.  After twenty seconds of staring, Mark asked the obvious question, “Claire, how?”

“Well, Stephanie and I used to practice a bit of magic and when these two beasts started to threaten us we quickly took action and shrank them.  Unfortunately for you, you just happened to be next to them.”  She had a sad look on her face, most likely pity but Mark wasn’t sure why.

“What the fuck are you going to do to us, you bitches?”  Bill shouted angrily at her.

Claire just looked at him like he was nothing but a pathetic bug ready to be crushed.  She slowly raised her hand and pushed him over with her finger with barely any effort.  Bill fell over scared out of his mind at the power she just showed.  Tom quickly picked him up and got him to his feet.

Stephanie came over and whispered something into Claire’s ear and a grin spread across her face.   “We were going to do nothing to you but now... well, now we have some party games we want to play.”

*** 

Party Time: Steph and Tom

Stephanie walked into the kitchen to grab something to keep the guys in.  She opened a couple of cabinets and found exactly what she was looking for, a deep glass bowl.  It was big enough to hold all three of them with plenty of room to spare.  The sides were steep enough to keep them from escaping and the most important part, it was see-through.

Walking back into the living room she placed the bowl on the coffee table and picked each nude man up and dropped them carefully into the prison, though for them, it felt like a 5 foot drop. Then she gathered up all their loose clothes. She then sat down next to Claire, and both of them leaned forward gazing triumphantly at the helpless men trapped before them.  For a couple of minutes everyone looked at one another. 

Claire let out a sigh of boredom, “Well isn’t this fun”, she said sarcastically.

Stephanie snapped her fingers, “Oh I have an idea.  I want to play with this one.”  She quickly dipped her hand into the bowl and picked out Tom.  He was no bigger than her index finger.

Tom was starting to freak out when he saw a giantess’ hand close around him.  He started to squirm around to get out but the hand wouldn’t release him.  He felt himself being pulled, and then the hand opened to reveal a giant face, Stephanie’s.

"You know, for a jerk, you look kind of cute when you are small,” she let a giggle out.  She tilted her hand around just to see him fumble helplessly in her grasp.  The power she had was god-like, just thinking about it made her… wet.  She could feel herself getting excited at the possibilities.  If she wanted, she could crush him in her hand like a bug and not even feel a thing; especially not regret for this bastard.  Even before this night, he had tried to hit on her multiple times and after each rebuke, he had become more aggressive towards her.  She said no as nicely as possible, but he kept coming back.  One time he got really mad and got physical with her; now it’s her turn.

Tom didn’t like the look she was giving him, the look of a predator sizing up its prey, and his size was not impressive.  He backed up away from her looming that got closer to him.  “I know you always wanted to get into my pants ever since we first met,” she said in a low voice but loud enough for everyone to hear.  She beamed at him with a bright smile; “Today is your lucky day.”

Tom was too scared to comprehend what she was saying.  Stephanie used her free hand to push her PJ bottoms down and reveal her panties.  Bill let out a loud whistle, Mark covered his eyes, and Tom just stared right at her.  Stephanie then pulled her panties down off her feet to reveal herself to the world.  It was a glorious sight for everyone to see – she was closely trimmed and the only part of her which wasn’t darkly tanned was the very white crop of hair that surrounded her pudendum.  She then propped her feet up on either side of the bowl and spread her legs.  Claire watched from the side with a big grin on her face. Slowly Stephanie lowered her hand with Tom in it toward her lower body.

Tom stood stiffly silent as he was lowered to the slice of Stephanie’s body he had always dreamed of.  The hand got closer and he could feel the heat radiate from it, see it shine with the beautiful liquid that was produced when a woman is aroused.  The hand was touching, parallel to her vagina giving Tom time to walk up to it and touch it with one of his hands.  The size of it started to set in on him as he started to back away.

“Awww, is someone having second thoughts?  Here, let me help you.”  Stephanie quickly pinched Tom and shoved him head first into her.  She closed her eyes and let out a gasp.  This felt great, she thought as she slowly pulled her fingers out with Tom still in her grasp.  She then shoved him back in, deeper.  Moaning she pulled out, then back in faster.  She continued this for a while making soft noises of pleasure as she used and abused little Tom.

Tom couldn’t believe what was happening, less than a minute ago he was staring at a beautiful object that just about every man wants and at a huge scale, when all of a sudden he was shoved in a dark, hot, wet, and particularly smelly cave, though he found it a pleasantly sweet smell.  Getting a mouthful of liquid he started to cough it up when he was pulled out.  Thinking it was over he let his breath go when he was shoved back in.  Over and over again he was shoved mercilessly in and out of Stephanie’s body with greater and greater force.

After a couple of minutes of this Stephanie pulled Tom out for good.  Tom felt like he just survived a car crash -  a wet and hot car crash.  His body was covered in Stephanie’s juices and he felt like his body was broken.  He tried to lift his arm but it barely moved.  He was too exhausted to budge an inch even if he even could break free of her grasp.  He was lifted up to Stephanie’s face.

“Ooooh that felt GOOD.  Was it as good for you as it was for me, little Tommy?”  Stephanie let out a laugh at her joke.  Never in her life had she felt this good.  Just thinking about it made her want to go again.  She was about to move him back down when her stomach let out a growl of hunger.  She then got a better idea.

Tom didn’t know what that noise was, but it couldn’t be a good thing.  He looked at Stephanie for an explanation when all he got was a grin.

“Man … sex always makes me hungry, and I was hungry before this.  Maybe we don’t need to wait for Jenny to return to have a snack.”  Stephanie quickly pulled her lower clothes up and looked at Claire who was grinning back at her.

Tom was hauled up to Stephanie’s face and then above it.  She tilted her head back and opened her maw as wide as she could. Tom looked down at her pearly white perfect teeth. He would have complimented her if not for his current plight. Tom wiggled as much as he could but again it didn’t help.  He felt her hot humid breath wash up over his lower body and up to his head.  It actually smelled kind of minty – Stephanie was a very hygienic girl, always brushing her teeth and washing her mouth after each meal and she hadn’t eaten a thing since lunchtime.  She slowly lowered the tiny person to her mouth and rolled out her tongue.  Her tongue slowly rose up and licked Tom’s legs, “Mmmm. You taste good, nice and … juicy.”

With that being said she dropped Tom in her mouth and let him hit her tongue.  Stephanie’s natural reflexes kicked in and she closed her mouth to prevent the escape of her meal as Tom desperately tried to cling to her lips.  She tilted her head back down and started to play with her food.

If Tom thought Stephanie’s vagina was hot and humid, then boy was he wrong.  Inside Stephanie’s mouth it felt like a rain forest, a dark, dripping, smelly, rain forest.  Tom tried to stand but the ground he was on kept moving.  He was standing on Stephanie’s tongue and she just loved the feeling of a helpless man trapped in her mouth.  She flicked her tongue to the left, flinging Tom into her left cheek.  She then pressed down on his back so his face was smashed into her cheek.  On the outside of her mouth Claire saw an indentation of a small person sticking out of her cheek.  She quickly covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud.

Stephanie started to suck on Tom like a jaw breaker.  She never tasted herself or any other woman before but there was a particular flavor attached to Tom and she loved it.  Sucking harder she quickly drained all the saliva in her mouth and the special flavor away from Tom.  She then used her tongue to pull Tom out of her cheek and into the center of her mouth.

Tom couldn’t move; his back was against Stephanie’s teeth and had his front body shoved into her fleshy cheek.  He was too scared to move anyway, afraid that any moment her mouth would open enough to trap him under her molars and crush him to death.  Then he felt it; as if someone turned on a vacuum, the saliva around him started to be drained.   He felt himself being sucked on by Stephanie, with the wall of her cheek closing in on him because of the lack of space from her sucking.  After about thirty seconds, Tom nearly blacked out from the pain, the sucking stopped.  He felt Stephanie fish him out of her cheek with her tongue and into the middle of her mouth.

Stephanie was done playing with her meal and was starving.  She slowly tilted her head back and without further adieu, swallowed Tom.  She could feel him slide down her throat and eventually feel him plop into her stomach.

Tom felt his world start to incline.  He looked back (to the best of his abilities in the dark).  He didn’t want to head in that direction but had no choice due to gravity and fell backwards.  He felt soft wet, but very tight walls squeeze him down.  He was pressed downward and down and down, until it opened up into a cavern with liquid at the bottom.  The liquid wasn’t deep enough to submerge him, just up to his knees, so after righting himself, he ran to a wall and started to beat against it shouting to let him out.

“Hey Claire, come here.”  Stephanie pulled her shirt up and pulled Claire’s head to her belly.  Claire had her ear pressed to Stephanie’s stomach, “Can you hear him?”

A few seconds passed, “No I can’t hear any-” she heard a small sound and felt a light beat.  “OH MY GOD,” she shouted and jumped back in surprise.  She leaned back in and listened to the helpless muffles of Stephanie’s victim.

Tom didn’t like where he was, it was even hotter than Stephanie’s mouth and a lot more humid.  It was sticky and it was starting to get hard to breath.  Also his skin itched.  He pounded on the walls again when he felt the cavern vibrate.  All of a sudden it started to shrink and liquid poured in out of nowhere.  Screaming he beat furiously on the wall trying to get out.  His skin started to itch even more and he started to cough more frequently.  His movements slowed down and he started to weaken.  Leaning against the wall he started to black out.

Stephanie giggled at the tickling in her belly.  All of a sudden her belly gurgled and then she burped, “Oops sorry.  That one got out.”  Claire continued to listen to the frantic sounds of Tom.  After a couple of minutes they started to slow down and then stop…

“I think he’s dead.”  Claire stated as she stared at the belly, she started to rub it.

“Mmmmm. That feels good.”  Stephanie didn’t care that she just ate a person; she loved the feeling of her belly having food in it and being rubbed.

“You have beautiful abs Steph”, said Claire as she continued rubbing in circles.

After a while Claire stopped and then looked at the two frightened tiny men huddled as far away from her with wide eyes.

“So now it’s my turn.”

*** 

Party Time: Claire and Bill

Waiting for Stephanie to return after a quick trip to the bathroom to cleanse her mouth, Claire looked at both of the helpless men trapped in the glass bowl.  She eyed each one trying to decide which of them she should pick.  After a couple of seconds of thought, which to Bill and Mark felt like minutes, she shrugged.  “I just don’t know which of you I want to play with.”

It was a troublesome for her to make a decision like this.  On one hand she had Bill, a complete asshole in every way.  She doubted the world would miss a person like him at all.  Then she had Mark; granted Mark was a great guy and all but there was something about him that made her want to use and abuse him.  She just couldn’t make up her mind on who was going to be her plaything.

Claire’s face was scrunched up as she was deep in thought.  Finally she blurted out, “I know!”  She went over to her purse and pulled a coin out and came back to the couch and sat down.  “I will flip a coin and if it lands on heads, Mark is going to have a great night with me.  If it lands on tails … well Bill, tough luck.”

“What the hell!!  You two killed Tom!!!  What kind of fucked up bitches are you!!?”, yelled Bill.

Claire leaned in closer to the bowl scaring Bill and causing him to fall backwards, “I sooo hope it lands on tails.”  Claire put the quarter on top of her thumb and gave it a flip.  She caught the coin as it fell in her hand and flipped it on to her other hand.  The coin was covered by Claire’s hand preventing anyone from seeing it.  “Well let’s see who the lucky winner is tonight.”  She slowly removed her hand away and let out yelp of surprise.  Then she let out a sigh, “I’m sorry Mark.”  She reached her hand in the bowl to pick up her lucky winner.

“Good luck Mark HAHAHA!!”  Bill had never felt happier in his life.  He just dodged the biggest threat in his life and would get to see another day.  I wonder what she is- his thought began.

Bill didn’t have time to finish that thought as Claire’s hand surrounded him and wrapped him in a crushing embrace.  His head was sticking out of her hand, in between her thumb and index finger.  She pulled him up to her face as she let out a devilish laugh literally in his face. 

“What the hell?  You said Mark was it.”

“No I said I was sorry to Mark, now I won’t be able to show him a great time.”

Desperately Bill turned around the best he could and saw what he feared the most; the coin was tails.  No, this can’t be happening, he thought. He tried to break free, but he just didn’t have the strength to do so.  Defeated he stared at the giantess who controlled his very life.

Claire loved the look on Bill’s face;  it was a mix of despair and fright.  Claire didn’t know what to do to the little prick; she wasn’t hungry and she wasn’t going to let him anywhere near her pussy.  The thought was revolting.  Why Stephanie shoved little Tommy in her was beyond her.  As she was thinking about what to do Bill, he started to get restless.

“Ok bitch hurry up and eat me!!”

The little asshole thinks he can-. Claire knew what she was going to do with him.  She smirked at him squeezed him a little tighter to make him wince in pain.  “I bet your entire life you have been a little asshole to everyone you meet.  That is why I have decided I will show you what a true asshole looks like.”  She let out a small giggle at what she just said.  She then asked Stephanie to move off the couch.  Claire then got on her knees and on one hand while holding Bill in the other, still close to her face so she could see the reaction of his face when he realized what was about to happen to him.

Bill didn’t know what the crazy bitch was thinking when she told him he was about to see a true asshole.  When she got up on the couch in doggy style he couldn’t help but get hard by the sexy position she took on the couch.  “You are one sexy bitch.”  Bill just didn’t know when to quit and yet he kept getting harder and harder when he thought of things he would like to do to her, if he were bigger that is.  He still had no idea what was coming his way when Claire raised up and used her free hand to pull her lower clothing down past her knees.  She then returned back to doggy style. 

“Alright, let’s do it bitch.  Shove me into your beautiful pussy.  I’m going to-” Bill was cut short when instead of going below her he was being raised up over her.  He quickly shut up when he saw her sexy ass loom closer to him.

Claire leaned forward and rests her head on the cushion and raised her ass higher into the air.  She brought her hand with Bill in it closer to her butt.  Then she stopped. How to do this; head first or feet?  Decisions, decisions… I know what to do.  “Hey Stephanie can you flip the coin for me and tell me what it lands on?”  There was silence and as everyone in the room heard the coin flip in the air and land with a smack of a hand.

… “Tails.”

“Perfect,” Claire purred.  “Bill, it sure looks like it isn’t your lucky day.”

With that being said, she used her free hand to pull her cheeks apart and slowly backed Bill’s feet up to her anus.  She felt the contact of the little feet and smiled to herself at the feeling of those small feet that are connected to that small body that is going up her ass.  She pressed harder and felt her anus open up for the intrusion and let a soft moan out.

Bill couldn’t see where he was heading but he wasn’t that stupid not to know where he was.  The smell gave it away.  There was a particular odor in the air that was unmistakable.  Bill felt the resistance of what felt like soft ground.  Whatever composure he had just flew out the window and he started to panic.  He was squirming, kicking, and screaming like a mad man.  Then the hand holding him pressed him down harder until he felt the surface under his feet give way.  He slowly continued his descent into the awaiting abyss.  Slowly his shins disappeared, then his thighs, and then his waist.  Then the hand holding him let go.

Claire let go of Bill and stayed leaning into the couch.  Her butt cheeks were still spread and could feel Bill trying to pull himself out.  Oh no you don’t, she thought slyly and used her lower abdominal muscles to pull him in deeper up to his chest.  There was a sharp yelp and then no movement at all.  Afraid she had already broken her toy, “Stephanie, how does it look back there?”

Stephanie leaned in a couple feet away and smiled at Bill who stopped moving to prevent any further descent into the hungry hole.  “You’re good.  He stopped moving though.”

“Well we can’t have that now can we,” she said and moved her right hand behind her to fix the problem

Bill looked up to see a giant finger descend on him.  He lifted his arms to block it but that was useless.  The finger pressed down on his head and applied pressure to move him further into the hole.  He slowly slid further into Claire’s hole.  Soon he was up to his chin and had only his hands and head outside the sphincter.  He could hear the laughter of Stephanie as she saw Bill was nearly in the hole.  Bill’s eyes went wide as the hole slid up over his lips.  He literally got a mouth full of ass.  The smell and taste was in his mouth and he forced himself to breathe through his nose.  This forced him to take a whiff of Claire’s ass – which, as hot as her ass looked, it smelled completely different.  His eyes started to tear due to the stench that he was forced to endure.  The finger stopped pressing so he was half a head out of her ass.

“Stephanie what does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re giving birth to a baby.”  She let out another laugh which Claire joined in with.

Bill could barely move and breathing was torture and now these two were making jokes about him.  He didn’t know how this could get worse, but suddenly, he felt the constriction start.  It took all his will power not to move, the slightest movement could send him deeper in.  He tried to say something to get the girls attention but all that came out was muffles.

“Claire.  It looks like he is trying to say something.  I bet he wants to say goodbye.”  Stephanie waved at him, “Bye-bye little man.”

Claire took her finger and began to finish the job she started.

Bill began to cry at what he heard.  Then the finger came back and applied pressure to the top of his head sending him deeper into Claire’s bowels.  With a small ‘plop’, his head went in fully, the puckered butthole tightening behind as his outstretched arms also were consumed by the hungry hole. Unable to move due to the walls pressing down on his side; he waited for the finger to retract.  It really wasn’t his lucky day.  The finger didn’t retract, instead it pushed deeper into Claire’s ass up to her first knuckle.  Then, she pushed further up to the second knuckle.  Bill took a big breath of fowl air to try and stay alive as long as he could when the movement stopped. Claire stopped after the second knuckle.

Claire paused as she felt Bill being pushed into her bowels by her finger and tried to decide if it was far enough.

Slowly the finger pulled out of Claire’s ass.  “Thank God.”  Bill was so glad for a second there he thought-

Claire let out a loud moan as she clenched her ass muscles as hard as possible. There was a sickening crunchy ‘pop’ and, after a moment, blood and the remains of Bill began to ooze out of her butthole.

“Quick, here…”, said Stephanie, handing an empty cup to Claire. Claire put the cup under and against her butt to catch the oozing remnants of Bill.  Stephanie ran to the kitchen to grab a cloth to clean up the small splotch from the initial oozing.

After most of ‘Bill’ had come out, Claire stood up and put her face to the cup which held the remains, wondering what he looked and smelled like now. She quickly pulled her noise away and gagged.  “Oh my god, yuck.”

She quickly dropped the cup into the garbage and went to the bathroom and washed her hands and her asshole out thoroughly.  She then returned back the living room and sat down on the couch next to Stephanie who stared at Mark who was in a fetal position, scared out of his mind.

“So what should we do with him?” Claire asked with an evil tone in her voice, nodding down at Mark.

“I have an idea,” answered Stephanie.

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Party Time: Little Mark’s Turn (Ending 1)

Stephanie leaned in closer, “Hey little guy. How you doing?”

Mark was scared out of his mind, “You… You killed them.  You killed them both.”

Stephanie looked at Claire then smiled back at Mark, “We sure did, and you know what? It felt great!   Someone had to teach them a lesson.”

“Teaching them a lesson? By killing them! Why are you doing this?  Please - change me back!”, Mark demanded.

Claire let out sad sigh, “You see - that’s the problem… we don’t know how.”

“WHAT!!”

“Well, we learned how to shrink, but not how to fix it.  I mean, you were just collateral and we are sorry about that, but when life gives you lemons you make lemonade.”

Mark was more angry then scared at the two giantesses in front of him.   How could they be so stupid as to not learn the counter spell to fix this?  Before he could start insulting them and fight back the best he could, Stephanie broke his train of thought.

“Ugh, all this talk is boring - let’s have some fun.”  Grinning down over the top of the bowl; “I say we play hide and seek.”

Claire thought it was a stupid idea, “What? That’s boring. I want to do something more…” she licked her lips as she stared right at Mark.  Mark shivered at the thought of what Claire wanted to do to him now.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, “Not normal hide and seek, but hide and seek with perks.  Mark you have 60 seconds head start to go hide, and then we come looking for you.  Whoever finds you first gets you for the rest of the night…well, I guess it would be the rest of your life. I know Claire’s feeling a bit frisky, but I…I’m still a bit hungry”, shrugging in a nonchalant way she continued, “So, your fate would depend on who caught you. But to make it more exciting for us, and a chance for you, if you can hold out until Jenny gets home and get her to see you first, you win.  She is like home base, and she will get to keep you, and we will try to look for a spell to fix this.”

Mark jumped up at the last couple of sentences; he could be with Jenny instead of these psychotic killers, and eventually back to normal. His thoughts turned to Jenny’s whereabouts. Where the heck is she? How long will I have to hide for? Wait til she finds out what her friends did to Tom and Bill. He would exact a form of revenge, maybe even get those two burned at the stake for witchcraft, if such laws still existed.

Claire thought about it.  She didn’t want to give up her plaything but she knew there weren’t many places to hide in this house; and Jenny won’t be back for a while.  Plus she always loved a challenge.  “I think it’s a great idea.”

With everyone in agreement Stephanie picked up Mark and set him down in the middle of the family room.  Then Claire and Stephanie went into another room, which Mark insisted to prevent them from looking.  As soon as they left he bolted to the T.V.  He went behind the T.V. and used the cable to climb up to the DVD player that was inside a cabinet next the T.V.  Behind the DVD player he was obscured from vision.  Moments after hiding he heard the two giantesses bound into the room with hopes of catching him off guard.

“Darn.” Stephanie said with a hint of disappointment.  “Ah well - let the hunt begin.” She lot out a laugh as she went to the couch and checked under it; nothing.  She took out all the cushions too.  Then she checked behind the T.V.; again nothing.  She checked every chair and even pulled open the cabinet with the DVD player and looked, (but not behind) but found nothing.

Claire was having similar luck.  First she checked all the shoes near the front door, and then she checked all their stuff: purses, bags, clothes.  This little bugger can hide.  Claire then moved out into the kitchen just in case he made a run for it or made it here when they were counting.  She checked everywhere and found the same results, nothing.

Mark lay down behind the DVD player. After Stephanie had opened the cabinet, he nearly died.  She soon closed it and moved on; Mark let out a sigh of relief.  That was damn close.  After about five minutes of the family room being torn apart, he heard a perplexed Claire say out loud, “I think the little bugger made it into another room.”

He heard their footfalls leave and search the rest of the house.  Did he dare leave and hide somewhere? If so, would he be able to make it to Jenny?  No.  He would wait them out and then go for Jenny.

The house had an open layout, with the central dining room being the hub area. After about twenty minutes the house was torn apart and yet Mark was not found.  Stephanie and Claire were angry at how the little pest could hide so well.  Claire saw the lights of Jenny’s car as she pulled into the driveway.

“Dammit - I guess we lost, Stephanie.”  Claire exclaimed loudly, feeling extremely sad at the loss of her would-be pet.

“Not yet. He still needs to get to Jenny without us noticing,” she whispered with a smirk on her face. 

“I thought you said he just has to keep away until Jenny returned?”, Claire whispered back.

“I guess I kind of implied that. But I also did say Jenny was base. Base means he has to touch Jenny, right?”, Stephanie whispered back with a mischievous smirk.

“You’re so bad”, whispered Claire in conspiratorial tone, “I love it.”

They both let out laughs as they split up to start to clean up the house so Jenny wouldn’t kill them. 

A couple of minutes later, Jenny walked through the door.  “Hey gang. I got food and beers.  Alright let’s get this party started.” 

Mark leapt out from behind the dvd player, jumping up and down and yelling at the top of his voice, “I made it. Jenny! Jenny! Babe, I’m over here”. He didn’t notice that Stephanie had silently crept from the kitchen back into the living room. For some reason, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he felt a breeze from behind.

Jenny didn’t hear the little man’s plea over the rustling of all the items she was carrying.

As Mark’s sole attention was on Jenny, who was busy closing the door with her foot as her arms were occupied with boxes of pizza and cases of beer, Stephanie struck quickly, like a frog’s tongue, lashing out with an arm and scooping Mark up in one smooth swoop.

Jenny walked into the dining room, setting the boxes of pizza and cases of beer on the table.  As she turned back to the girls (Claire had joined Stephanie in the living room, coming from the adjoining study), she noticed Stephanie quickly pop something into her mouth.

“What was that?”, she asked, about ten feet away from Stephanie.

Stephanie turned away from her for a moment, seeming to struggle to speak, then after a few moments, she swallowed hard, gulping something down.

She turned back to Jenny, simultaneously winking at Claire as she did, “ahem”, she cleared her throat, patting her chest “Oh, um, nothing”, she smiled, “I just got a bit hungry waiting for you to get back. So I had a couple snacks.” Claire fought back a laugh.

“Sorry, traffic was bad”, Jenny explained, “Hope you didn’t ruin your appetite. I got plenty of pizza.”

“No worries. They were just small snacks. I’m still pretty hungry”, Stephanie proclaimed.

“They didn’t look so little to me”, Jenny retorted, “that was quite the bulge going down your throat.”

Stephanie just shrugged with a sheepish grin.

“Anyway, let’s dig in”, Jenny said, then went to a cabinet to get plates and napkins.

She sat down in-between Stephanie and Claire, who had gotten seated.  They all started to dig in and start talking about girl things and how they felt about their exams.  After a few bites, her thirst kicked in and she went into the kitchen area to grab the bottle opener.

When Jenny got back, Claire and Stephanie put on smiles and acted like they finished a joke.  “…and that’s when I said ‘that’s what he said.’”  They both broke out in laughter causing Jenny to smile too. Continuing their talk of whatever, the night went on. Jenny noticed from time to time, Stephanie would rub her belly.

“You ok Steph?”, she asked, concerned.

“Oh, erm, yeah. Just a bit of cramps”, she lied, smiling at both Jen and Claire, who just rolled her eyes.

After an hour of eating, drinking and talking, Jenny was totally hammered.  She had a long week and tonight she was going to party like crazy.  She was so drunk that she was swaying a little bit.  Somehow, the discussion turned away from exams and school and onto Mark.

“Jenny, was there anything big Mark did that you didn’t like? “, Stephanie inquired.

Big Mark?, she thought, that was a strange thing to say. She shrugged it off. “Well there was that one time…”

She told them the story - about a week into their relationship, she caught him cheating with another woman.  She swore she would break up if he ever did that again and ever since he has been listening to her and trying to get on her good side.  He eventually did, but deep down she didn’t know if she could ever truly forgive him.

“Well, I’m sure he’ll get what he deserves.”  Claire said, giving a sideways look to Stephanie.  

“What do you mean by that?”, said Jenny, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing”, Claire replied, breaking eye contact to look down and pick up another small slice of pizza.

After they had polished off all the pizza they could eat, Jenny asked Stephanie if she would clean off the table and put the leftovers in the fridge.

“It would be my pleasure”, Stephanie responded. But just at that moment, there was a loud gurgle from her belly and she felt a definitive pressure on her abdomen. She had eaten and drank too much and little Tommy and little Mark apparently wanted to come out.

“Excuse me”, she said hastily as she quickly ran to the closest bathroom.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of things. Steph can do the dishes tonight”, Claire said, covering for Stephanie.

Stephanie just looked at the toilet bowl and felt sick.  Sitting down, log after log made it’s way out of her bowels. Holy shit!, she thought, I’ve never crapped so much in my life. 

She was about to flush when her memory came back as she saw the remains of one of the shrunken men on one of the logs. She wondered if it was little Mark or little Tom. She decided on a whim that it was Mark’s. Stephanie just waved goodbye to Mark’s remains when she felt extremely tired and lightheaded.  She flushed the toilet and went to bed.

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The next morning, Jenny woke up with a killer headache and couldn’t remember a thing from last night.  She came downstairs where she found Claire and Stephanie both with similar headaches. The two had been discussing how tasty the food was the previous night. Jenny found it a little weird when they had both giggled at her agreement.

They all ate breakfast in silence until she broke the silence.  “Soooo, that was some party last night?”

“Yeah,” both of the others said at the same time.

“You know, it’s weird.  I can’t remember what happened last night.  Whatever happened, I now feel like I can forgive Mark for that one time he cheated on me.  You know the time we started dating.  I don’t know how, but whatever happened I feel like I can forgive him for anything.”

Both Stephanie and Claire grinned at each other remembering what happened.

“You know what - I’m giving him a call to tell him how much I love him.  What do you think he’s doing right now?”

Claire looked at Stephanie and looked back at Jenny, “You know, probably hanging out with his shitty friends somewhere close by.”

The End (ending 1) 

Paty Time: Little Mark’s Turn (ending 2)

Stephanie leaned in closer, “Hey little guy. How you doing?”

Mark was scared out of his mind, “You… You killed them.  You killed them both.”

Stephanie looked at Claire then smiled back at Mark, “We sure did, and you know what? It felt great!   Someone had to teach them a lesson.”

“Teaching them a lesson? By killing them! Why are you doing this?  Please - change me back!”, Mark demanded.

Claire let out sad sigh, “You see - that’s the problem… we don’t know how.”

“WHAT!!”

“Well, we learned how to shrink, but not how to fix it.  I mean, you were just collateral and we are sorry about that, but when life gives you lemons you make lemonade.”

Mark was more angry then scared at the two giantesses in front of him.   How could they be so stupid as to not learn the counter spell to fix this?  Before he could start insulting them and fight back the best he could, Stephanie broke his train of thought.

“Ugh, all this talk is boring - let’s have some fun.”  Grinning down over the top of the bowl; “I say we play hide and seek.”

Claire thought it was a stupid idea, “What? That’s boring. I want to do something more…” she licked her lips as she stared right at Mark.  Mark shivered at the thought of what Claire wanted to do to him now.

Stephanie rolled her eyes, “Not normal hide and seek, but hide and seek with perks.  Mark you have 60 seconds head start to go hide, and then we come looking for you.  Whoever finds you first gets you for the rest of the night…well, I guess it would be the rest of your life. I know Claire’s feeling a bit frisky, but I…I’m still a bit hungry”, shrugging in a nonchalant way she continued, “So, your fate would depend on who caught you. But to make it more exciting for us, and a chance for you, if you can hold out until Jenny gets home and get her to see you first, you win.  She is like home base, and she will get to keep you, and we will try to look for a spell to fix this.”

Mark jumped up at the last couple of sentences; he could be with Jenny instead of these psychotic killers, and eventually back to normal. His thoughts turned to Jenny’s whereabouts. Where the heck is she? How long will I have to hide for? Wait til she finds out what her friends did to Tom and Bill. He would exact a form of revenge, maybe even get those two burned at the stake for witchcraft, if such laws still existed.

Claire thought about it.  She didn’t want to give up her play thing but she knew there weren’t many places to hide in this house; and Jenny won’t be back for a while.  Plus she always loved a challenge.  “I think it’s a great idea.”

With everyone in agreement Stephanie picked up Mark and set him down in the middle of the family room.  Then Claire and Stephanie went into another room, which Mark insisted to prevent them from looking.  As soon as they left he bolted to the T.V.  He went behind the T.V. and used the cable to climb up to the DVD player that was inside a cabinet next the T.V.  Behind the DVD player he was obscured from vision.  Moments after hiding he heard the two giantesses bound into the room with hopes of catching him off guard.

“Darn.” Stephanie said with a hint of disappointment.  “Ah well - let the hunt begin.” She lot out a laugh as she went to the couch and checked under it; nothing.  She took out all the cushions too.  Then she checked behind the T.V.; again nothing.  She checked every chair and even pulled open the cabinet with the DVD player and looked, (but not behind) but found nothing.

Claire was having similar luck.  First, she checked all the shoes near the front door, and then she checked all their stuff: purses, bags, clothes.  This little bugger can hide.  Claire then moved out into the kitchen just in case he made a run for it or made it here when they were counting.  She checked everywhere and found the same results, nothing.

Mark lay down behind the DVD player. After Stephanie had opened the cabinet, he nearly died.  She soon closed it and moved on; Mark let out a sigh of relief.  That was damn close.  After about five minutes of the family room being torn apart, he heard a perplexed Claire say out loud, “I think the little bugger made it into another room.”

He heard their footfalls leave and search the rest of the house.  Did he dare leave and hide somewhere? If so, would he be able to make it to Jenny?  No.  He would wait them out and then go for Jenny.

The house had an open layout, with the central dining room being the hub area. After about twenty minutes the house was torn apart and yet Mark was not found.  Stephanie and Claire were angry at how the little pest could hide so well.  Claire saw the lights of Jenny’s car as she pulled into the driveway.

“Dammit - I guess we lost, Stephanie.”  Claire exclaimed loudly, feeling extremely sad at the loss of her would-be pet.

“Not yet. He still needs to get to Jenny without us noticing,” she whispered with a smirk on her face. 

“I thought you said he just has to keep away until Jenny returned?”, Claire whispered back.

“I guess I kind of implied that. But I also did say Jenny was base. Base means he has to touch Jenny, right?”, Stephanie whispered back with a mischievous smirk.

“You’re so bad”, whispered Claire in conspiratorial tone, “I love it.”

They both let out laughs as they split up to start to clean up the house so Jenny wouldn’t kill them.  Unbeknownst to them, Mark had overheard their whisper (for a whisper by them was still relatively loud to him). He felt stung by their level of deceitfulness. They’re not going to get me that easy, he said to himself.

A couple of minutes later, Jenny walked through the door.  “Hey gang. I got food and beers.  Alright let’s get this party started.”  Jenny walked into the dining room and put down a couple of boxes of pizza and cases of beer.  She sat down in-between Stephanie and Claire, who had come in from adjoining rooms, with a box of pizza set down on the table.  They all started to dig in and start talking about girl things and how they felt about their exams.

When Mark had heard Jenny walk through the door, it took all his mental strength not to run to her.  After hearing what Claire and Stephanie said he knew this wasn’t going to be easy.  He slid down the cable and looked at the three giantesses across the room from the shadows behind the cabinet.  After ten minutes of talk, Mark saw Jenny get up and go into the kitchen.  As she left, he saw both of the other girls search franticly with their eyes.  This was definitely not going to be easy.

When Jenny got back, Claire and Stephanie put on smiles and acted like they finished a joke.  “…and that’s when I said ‘that’s what he said.’”  They both broke out in laughter causing Jenny to smile too.  She just came back with some napkins and set them down with the rest of their supplies.  Continuing their talk of whatever, the night went on.  She was oblivious to the fact that whenever she talked to one of them, the other searched the room with her eyes.

Mark made his way to Stephanie’s bag, which just happened to be near the cabinet.  Timing the conversation right he dashed to Claire’s bag which was close but there was a moment he would be out in the open.  The conversation was still going showing that he was safe.  Now he was practically in the kitchen.  He timed his movements to when all three of them laughed.  He dove into the kitchen out of their sights.

Claire stood up.

“What’s up?” Jenny asked which caused her to laugh at her silly joke.  She was a little buzzed.

“I think I saw something move.”

Marks heart stopped.  No I was careful! There is no way!  He heard footsteps and he knew there wasn’t anywhere to hide as he was in the middle of the kitchen trying to get up to the counter.

I found him, that sly bastard, Claire thought as she walked into the front of the living room to check a shoe see saw move. Nothing.  What?  I could have sworn…

“You find anything?”  Stephanie asked, mad that Claire found Mark first.

“No….”

Mark was so relieved that Claire didn’t find him.  He quickly climbed up the counter using everything at his disposal to get up to the counter.  Next time Jenny comes in here I will get her attention and then this nightmare will be over.

About an hour later Mark was getting impatient with Jenny.  She was taking forever to come back into the kitchen.  Of course she was entertaining her guests but still…

“Hey Jenny can you get me another napkin.”

“Sure.”

To Mark, it was great news and his heart began racing in excitement.  Waiting for Jenny to walk into the kitchen and grab some more napkins,  Mark quickly came out of his hiding spot behind the coffee machine and shouted, “JENNY!!!”

Jenny heard a voice behind her.  She turned around and saw Mark, but it wasn’t Mark.  It couldn’t be Mark.  He was taller than that.  Quickly she grabbed the imposter and walked out to her friends.

“Look at what I found.”  Jenny held her hand out to her friends.

Both of Stephanie and Claire were alarmed at the fact that Jenny found Mark.  “Where did you find him?”

“He was in the kitchen.  So… what is it?”

Jenny was totally hammered.  She had a long week and tonight she was going to party like crazy.  She was so drunk that she was swaying a little bit.

Mark couldn’t believe it.  Jenny seemed to be in no condition to help him.  Now he stared at the two evil giantesses who just grinned at a devilish idea.

“Well Jenny, that is a little Mark”, said Stephanie, talking to her as a teacher might talk to a student.

“A little Mark?  What is that?”  Jenny had a look of confusion on her face.

Stephanie giggled.  “Well… it’s like Mark but, it’s not.”

“Oh,” Jenny eyes grew wide.  “So what do we do with a little Mark?”

“Hmmm, well, have you had dessert yet?”, asked Claire, winking sideways at Stephanie, who stifled a laugh. Mark looked up at Jenny. He was stunned speechless for the moment.

“Uh, no. Not yet”,  She looked down at Mark, opening her fingers as he lay back on our her palm, facing up at her.  She refocused her eyes, looking carefully at him. “He does look tasty. Can I really eat him?” A mischievous expression appeared on her face, as though she was considering doing something very naughty.

“Well you did find him,” Claire said more to Mark to remind him of what the deal was.  “You get to do whatever you want with him.”

“Yeah Jenny, in fact was there anything big Mark did that you didn’t like?  You could exact your revenge on little Mark if you wanted.”  Stephanie chimed in.

Mark saw where this was going and tried to get Jenny’s attention, but with her focus averted towards the girls, she didn’t hear him. Perhaps the girls were bluffing, in light of what was done to his friends, knowing it would give him a sexual thrill at the danger of being eaten. They wouldn’t really let her do it, would they? After all, he had gotten along with all of them quite well over the semester.

“Well there was that one time…”

Oh No!  About a week into his relationship she caught him cheating with another woman.  She swore she would break up if he ever did that again and ever since he has been listening to her and trying to get on her good side.  He eventually did, but deep down he knew she would never truly forgive him.

“Well I’m sure if you take revenge through little Mark, you will be able to forgive big Mark. Why don’t you go ahead and eat him?”  Claire urged, seeing the panic in Mark’s face.   Giggling, Stephanie retrieved a bottle of chocolate syrup from the refrigerator.

Jenny thought she was doing the right thing because deep down she didn’t fully forgive Mark for cheating on her.  This could fix it.  She nodded her head a couple of times; each nod cemented her resolve.  She quickly closed her fist to re-imprison her little man and moved next to her friends. Perhaps this would be a way to finally forgive Mark, she thought.

Mark couldn’t believe what was happening. Things were moving too quickly for his little mind to comprehend. He just knew he had to somehow reason with Jenny. If he could get the engine in her brain working and overcome her inebriation, she could still be his sanctuary.

“Are you ready?”, Jenny said, looking down at him.  The other girls came up beside her, all six eyes peering down at Mark.

Coming out his stupor, Mark said responded…”eh, what?”

Claire leaned in closer and shouted, “SHE SAID -  ARE YOU READY?!!”  All the girls burst into laughter.

Mark knew that time was possibly running out for him – this might be his last chance. Summoning as much air into his lungs as possible , he looked up to Jenny and yelled up to her,  “Jenny for the love of God, it’s ME!!!  Mark!!!  The real one!!!”

The hand around Mark started to lessen the pressure slowly opening. Jenny looked at Claire and Stephanie. They both nodded their heads, encouraging her to disregard the tiny person.

“Here, he’ll taste even better with this on him”, Stephanie dribbled some chocolate syrup on him.

Mark closed his eyes as the syrup landed on top of his head and ran down the sides of his body, quickly engulfing him. He kneeled on Jenny’s palm under the pressure, though it lasted only a moment, Stephanie quickly closing the cap and setting the bottle on the counter. As he tried to clear the dark thick, sticky substance from his eyes and mouth, he felt his balance shift severely and he was suddenly tipped upside down.

Opening his eyes, he realized he was dangling from Jenny’s fingers over her huge open mouth. To her side, two other huge faces grinned from cheek to cheek. Mark could smell the alcohol on them as it wafted up to him.  The smell of alcohol started to get to him, he already felt a little light headed.  Thanks to the alcohol his girlfriend is about to do something disastrous to him.  If Mark could go back in time he would murder the man who invented alcohol. Chocolate syrup dripped off his body and into Jenny’s mouth below him.

“JENNY! DON’T LISTEN TO THEM. IT’S REALLY ME”, he pleaded, his eyes tearing up.

Jenny looked more carefully at Mark and squinted her eyes.  Mark held his breath as he waited forever for her to recognize him.  Then she slowly shook her head no.  “No you aren’t, I distinctly remember him being at least…” she eyed his size, “ten times larger than you.”

…Oh My God…

Looking at Stephanie with eyes full of terror Mark started to flail.  She doesn’t see me as a real person!, he realized. Before even another word was formed on his lips he was dropped carelessly.  Mark was in free fall for a split second before he hit the moist softness of Jenny’s tongue. He landed and quickly somersaulted into a position straddling her tongue, one leg on either side of the tongue which had curled up behind his back, pushing him face forward towards her throat.

Jenny took a moment to taste small Mark, “Mmmm, Mmmm”, she breathlessly exclaimed her approval, then with a quick shift of the muscles near the top of her mouth, she shifted him up as she involuntarily angled her head upwards, Mark sliding into her esophagus. With a large gulp, she swallowed him down.

Watching from the side, Stephanie and Claire watched the large lump travel down Jenny’s beautiful long throat. It was like watching a wave rippling on the beach, except in reverse.

“Ahhhh”, Jenny exhaled, sniffling with her nose as she righted her face, leveling it back to it’s normal position, “little Mark was delicious!”

“See, I knew you’d like it”, Stephanie giggled. As Jenny took a few more moments to collect her thoughts, Stephanie and Claire high-fived each other just out of her vision.

--

It was middle of early morning when Jenny felt a pressure on her abdomen. Jumping out of bed and rushing into the bathroom. She quickly squeezed out a couple of moist logs of waste. She took a minute to wipe herself.  Jenny just looked at the toilet bowl and felt a bit sick.  The girls had made her drink and take some funky food that would make her want to … she couldn’t remember.  She was about to flush when her stomach protested and then her memory came back of her swallowing Mark.  NO not Mark, little Mark.

She flushed the toilet and went back to bed.

--

The next morning, Jenny woke up with a killer headache and couldn’t remember a thing from last night.  She came downstairs where she found Claire and Stephanie both with similar headaches. The two had been discussing how tasty the food was the previous night. Jenny found it a little weird when they had both giggled at her agreement.

They all ate breakfast in silence until she broke the silence.  “Soooo, that was some party last night?”

“Yeah,” both of the others said at the same time.

“You know, it’s weird.  I can’t remember what happened last night.  Whatever happened, I now feel like I can forgive Mark for that one time he cheated on me.  You know the time we started dating.  I don’t know how, but whatever happened I feel like I can forgive him for anything.”

Both Stephanie and Claire grinned at each other remembering what happened.

“You know what - I’m giving him a call to tell him how much I love him.  What do you think he’s doing right now?”

Claire looked at Stephanie and looked back at Jenny, “You know, probably hanging out with his shitty friends somewhere close by.”

The End (ending 2)

Fast Times at Phi Sigma Sorority

Chapter 1: Promises of Skinnydipping and Spelunking

“I think it’s the next left”, said Bailey Bradberry as she peered through the passenger window at the large junior high school building they were passing. Although just a bit on the plump side physically, Bailey was nonetheless very pretty, with dimples and blush on her cheeks. She wore glasses and had a pleasing smile which worked well with her generally chipper personality, her blond hair tied back in a pony tail. She was also aware that males seemed quite enthralled with her legs, bubble butt and breasts, the latter of which had budded out in the last couple years and, a small side effect of the ‘Freshman Fifteen’ she had gained in her stressful first year away from home at university, had rounded out quite nicely. 

  (Bailey)

Still, she was envious of the attention all men had towards AJ. Despite her gothic looks (jet black straight hair, bangs hanging to just above her brow, dark eye-liner, an exotic nose ring with matching exotic jewelry on the sides of her cheeks) and chilly personality, male suitors always seemed to line up for a chance with her. Perhaps her tall, sleek frame had something to do with it. Still, few lasted more than a week before meekly being sent on their way.

“I know where I’m going”, snapped AJ (Ashley Joy) as she casually gripped the steering wheel in one hand and shot glances at her reflection in the rear-view mirror, checking her lipstick. Even if she knew it’d get smudged later, she wanted to look her best, or at least better than Bailey. The car rumbled down the road, not slowing as it passed the open gate on the left.

“Shit…”, AJ muttered as she saw the entrance pass them by.

Bailey checked her phone, “we’re late…”

“I know!”, yelled AJ as she leaned forward and locked both hands onto the steering wheel, preparing to swing the car around.

“There’s another entrance further up”, offered Bailey calmly, trying to not let AJ antagonize her. She inwardly cursed herself for agreeing to pick up the party supplies. Their sorority head-girl, Catherine, could sweet talk people into anything, a helpful trait that often led to meals delivering themselves. She just hoped this kid Bonzo had come through. The fallback ceremony, in the event that the class of boys could not be secured, was not something she would look forward to. It entailed each of the pledges to select one of their own family members, out to their second cousins, to be used in place of the boys.

“How would you know that?” AJ shot back with a skeptical scowl.

“My kid brother goes to this school”, Bailey replied, leaning back into her seat and defensively folding her arms under her chest, propping up her modest bust.

A mischievous look crossed AJ’s face. “Oh reeaally?”, she drawled, “I hope you two weren’t that close. Or…maybe you two can get closer tonight if you know what I mean…”, she giggled as she slowed the car and turned into the left entrance.

Bailey scrunched her lips. “Don’t be gross! He’s in a different class.” She retorted, “Anyway, you’d better concern yourself with that Bonzo kid. If he hasn’t rounded up atleast twenty boys, Catherine will have your head on a stick.” Bonzo was the boy who’s job it was to round up his male classmates for a special ‘hands-on’ field trip to the sorority house. For horny teenage boys, the promise of having some sort of sexual encounter with hot older women, even if it only meant getting to first base, was too good an opportunity to pass up. Bonzo was a friend of AJ’s younger sister and, AJ said, was only too happy to participate in the scheme.

AJ ignored Bailey’s last comment and continued to smirk as she maneuvered around the school parking. Being a Saturday, it was vacant of vehicles and afforded the two a wide view of the area. Adjacent to the parking lot was a practice soccer field and a couple of dozen teenage boys were milling around. A few of them kicked a ball around, yelling at each other. Bonzo had come through!!

“These must be ours”, AJ called out excitedly as she gripped the steering wheel tighter, her gaze sweeping over the group and already feeling a thrill within her belly.

Bailey felt a similar quiver to AJ, but hers was from anxiety. She knew their sorority initiation party was very important - they dare not fuck it up! The contacts she’d develop would be life-changing, creating a sisterly bond that would last a lifetime. For the sake of her career advancement, she’d put up with almost anything, and if a few boys in her belly was the price to pay, well... she wasn’t going to be too picky. “Wow…so, how did you coerce Bonzo to recruit his friends?”

AJ chuckled, “That was easy. I just promised him the blowjob of a lifetime.” When Bailey gave her a wide-eyed look of disgust, she couldn’t help but respond with a loud belly laugh.

AJ tooted the horn as she drove her car up onto the field, making the boys scatter. She nudged the steering wheel, turning the car just enough to run over their soccer ball, cackling as she heard the loud pop under the wheels before coming to a halt. She looked to Bailey with an excited expression, “let’s do this!” She opened the car door and stepped out, her long legs leading the way. Under her tight-fitting light sweater, she wore a short frilly pink skirt that caught the breeze and gave the two boys sitting on the curb a brief flash of her thong. She didn’t mind their ogling stares, not when she knew what they were fated for. Why not let them get a glimpse at the finest pussy of their lives?

Following out the other side of the car was Bailey, dressed in a black turtleneck shirt and tight stretchy denim-colored yoga pants that looked to be a size too small for her. She wasn’t yet ready to accept she’d put on a few pounds during her exam prep, pounds that caused a small bulge around the rim of her lycra pants.

“Oi! You ran over our ball!”, yelled a red-headed boy, shaking his fist at AJ.

AJ shrugged and smiled back, “you shouldn’t have been playing near the parking lot.”

That didn’t sit well with the boy. “You need to replace it, get us a new one!”

“Make me,” AJ smugly replied before sticking her tongue out at the teenage boy.

The boy walked closer, seemingly noticing the woman’s looks for the first time. She looked pretty hot, but she was wearing peculiar jewelry. His mind taken off his crushed ball, he inquired, “Hey lady, what’s up with all the weird bling? You some kind of witch?”

AJ made some gestures with her hands, making a mock eerie noise, “Ooh-woo. Why, you scared?”

The boy did not want to appear timid in front of his buddies. “Nah, I ain’t afraid of nuthin’.”

“Good, then why don’t you fuck around and find out”, she challenged. That seemed to shut the kid up momentarily, but she could see the gears working in his eyes as he thought of a good comeback line.

Bailey rushed around the car and slid herself between AJ and the boys, calling, “are you boys from Ms Miller’s class?”

A muscular short-haired blond-haired boy walked right up to her, his fists clenching and unclenching as he walked. He looked bigger and older than the other boys. “Yeah, we are. I’m Bonzo. You girls here from the sorority?” Bonzo didn’t see AJ’s face with Bailey standing in a direct line between them. A short dark-haired boy with thick-rimmed glasses who stood nearby looked up at her and nodded, “are you here to pick us up?”

“Yes!”, AJ replied enthusiastically, bumping Bailey out of the way as she looked at the growing group around them. She noticed Bonzo standing confidently right at the front and gave him a greeting, “Hiya Bonzo”, to which he grunted a reply of recognition. He was a tad taller than the rest of the boys (AJ knew he had been held back a grade and was thus a year older than them), but all were shorter than AJ’s 5’10” height. She leaned forward with her hands on her hips, her head dropping level with them. “You’re all coming with us.”

The boy wearing glasses tilted his head to peer past the girls and see the small car they’d driven, nudging the spectacles back up his nose, “I don’t think we’ll all fit?”

AJ smirked and laid her palm over her midriff, giving it a surreptitious rub. “Oh you’re going to fit just fine. But first… Bailey?”

Bailey jolted on hearing her name. She was trying not to look at the boys, she didn’t want to see them like this, as normal boys just like her little brother, who was just a year younger than them. She’d struggled with her conscience when agreeing to join the sorority, knowing what she’d need to do. Slowly, she turned back to the car and reached into the back seat.

The boys grinned as they eyed her plump ass so snugly wrapped in her stretched yoga pants. The redheaded boy, bolder than the rest, snuck past AJ and slapped Bailey on the ass. There was a snicker amongst the nearby boys who were watching. “Woohoo Carson!”, one of the students shouted in encouragement of his buddy.

The sharp slap brought Bailey instantly upright with a large purse in hand. She scowled at the boy as he laughed with his friends. That one she wouldn’t feel guilty about. Carson, was it? I’ll have to keep my eye out for him later. Keeping her back to the car and an eye on the boys, she checked the purse, pulling out a glass vial with a brackish liquid inside.

“Line up boys!” AJ yelled and clapped her hands, catching the attention of the remaining boys just joining the commotion. “Bailey is going to give you a couple of drops of this juice before we go!”

“My Mom says I’m not supposed to accept things from strangers” replied the boy with glasses, looking skeptically at the vial. A couple other boys mumbled their agreement. Another boy asked, “What type of juice is that? Why do we need to take it?”

“We aren’t strangers!” AJ replied, “I’m AJ, this is Bailey. So… introductions done! Now, line up if you want to go back to our sorority house!” She looked over to the boy who asked the last question, “These drops are simply ‘mood enhancers’”, she put up air quotes as she said this, adding, “it’ll put you boys in just the right…frame so that us girls can have our way with you and get you ready…for swimming.” A look of uncertainty crossed AJ’s face, was she mixing up Catherine’s joke about full stomachs? But she was genuine about one thing – having the boys take the drops would definitely put her in the mood.

“Swimming?”, asked a cute dark-haired boy hopefully. But then he frowned, “But, we haven’t brought our swimsuits.”

“Silly boy”, AJ replied, “you won’t need your swimsuits to go swimming with us. You’re all going to be skinny-dipping.”

There was a loud cheer. A couple particularly mischievous looking boys high-fived each other, yelling “Tiddies!”, as they envisioned a large pool filled with naked women. Most of the boys quickly clamored to form a line, the cute dark-haired boy at the front declaring with a grin. “I’m Git.”

AJ looked relieved. “Great Git. Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue for Bailey here. And if you’re lucky, you might get to go spelunking too.”

“Spelunking? What’s that?”, said one of the boys. The term sounded silly to the boy, like it was a made-up word.

“I believe that’s where people explore caves”, said a smart-looking skinny boy who stood next to the boy wearing glasses.

“Are there caves near your sorority house?”, asked the glasses boy. The idea sounded dubious to him.

AJ exchanged a look with Bailey. “Oh yes, there are caves. You wouldn’t believe all the caves you’ll be able to get into.”  Bailey rolled her eyes at the double entendre.

The redheaded boy was next in line, with others joining behind him. Bonzo meandered around at the very back. The boy wearing glasses continued to hesitate. “But… you haven’t even asked my name?”

AJ looked down at him, her brow furrowing in annoyance. “I don’t need to know the name of every brat here. Just line up!” With the enthusiasm of his friends urging him on, the scolded boy got in line, muttering “I’m Ian, by the way.”

With the first boy lined up in front of Bailey, she found her fingers trembling as she unscrewed the vial lid and inserted a pipette. There would be no going back after this. She was nervous, but also excited to see the drug in effect. She’d been told of it’s effect and there were videos online if you knew where to search, but it still sounded like a wild conspiracy theory. A drug capable of shrinking a grown person down to the size of her hand or smaller, kept secret by a powerful cabal of predatory women?

As the pipette was being filled, the redheaded boy, Carson, shoved Git and moved to the front, winking at Bailey and obediently opened his mouth wide. He tilted his head back as she lifted the pipette over him. She hesitated there, knowing she just had to squeeze out 3 drops, that was all it’d take. Looking down at his trusting face, she brushed back his cute red curls over his fringe. Despite his mischievous nature, he still trusted her, and she was about to take advantage of that trust. She turned to AJ, “I… I can’t do it.”

AJ sighed deeply, “I’ll do it!”, and snatched the pipette from Bailey. “Now… stay still you brat!” She squeezed out 3 drops onto his tongue. The boy scrunched up his face and shuddered at its vile taste. “Next!” Cried out AJ, sweeping the redheaded boy aside. She repeated the drops with Git. The next boy barely reached AJ’s bust in height. “You’re a small fella already, aren’t you,” she muttered, “maybe just two drops.” As the boy was contemplating what that meant, she squeezed two drops onto his tongue.

“I’ll be in the car”, called Bailey as she looked away, returning to the passenger seat and keeping her gaze on her lap.

“Next… next… next” came AJ’s voice as she gave each boy his dose. After a few minutes, she’d worked through the entire line, leaving just two boys standing a little further back, another smallish boy and Bonzo lingering a few paces behind him. AJ found the smallish boy somewhat cute, with his brown hair and his chubby freckled cheeks. The small boy’s eyes remained locked on AJ’s cleavage.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”, Asked AJ, rocking her shoulders and causing her breasts to wobble to the sides, like a siren attracting her prey.

The boy blushed. “Sorry, um, this isn’t my class. Is it ok if I come too? I’d love to go swimming.”

AJ licked her lips and smirked, “Sure! I think we can fit in one more...” The boy stepped forward, shooting coy glances towards Bailey sitting in the car. A brief scowl crossed AJ’s expression as jealousy flooded her heart. “What are you looking at her for?”, she asked sharply.

The boy flinched like she’d struck him. “Oh, erm… she’s my sister. I’m Elliot.”

AJ’s mouth widened in surprise. She glanced at Bailey to see if she’d noticed, but she seemed lost in her thoughts. AJ’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she leaned forward, bringing Elliot to eye level. “Oh, nice to meet you Elliot! We’re going to have so much fun together! Just… don’t let your sister know you’re here. We’ll keep it a surprise, ok?” Elliot nodded, smiling in reply as he mistook AJ’s sinister grin as friendly.

“Open wide…”, AJ whispered as she brought the pipette above Elliot, counting out the drops. “One. Two. Three. Oops! That was four…”

“Err.. is that bad?” Asked Elliot, his puppy-dog eyes looking up worriedly at AJ.

“Not really. Just stay close. I don’t want to lose you among the others”, replied AJ. Hooking her arm around Elliot, she looked up to see Bonzo. “C’mon Bonzo, come take your medicine.”

Bonzo’s face took on a surprised expression. “Me. Nope. I’m not taking that”, he protested.

“Well then, you’re not gonna get your reward”, AJ insisted, giving him a pointed look.

“That’s not fair”, mumbled Bonzo under his breath. He was hesitant, annoyed at the girl’s seemingly flippant attitude towards his hard work. He was looking forward to his reward more than anything, but he knew what was planned for his classmates and was determined not to become prey himself. He looked hard at AJ – he was pretty good friends with her sister, but he had precious few interactions with AJ. He’d seen her in her bathing suit a couple times and knew she had a rocking body, but they had seldom spoke to each other before AJ moved out of the house to go to university. “Uh, do I have to…?

“Of course!”, she licked her lips seductively, leaving the tip of her tongue hanging out of the corner of her mouth, “Tell you what, I’ll just give you a couple drops. Just think what I can do with your body at that size”, she smirked sexily at him, and drew her hands about a foot apart to show him what size she meant, adding, “besides, the shrinking is just a temporary effect. It wears off after a few hours. Once we’ve finished with our tributes, you’ll have my undivided attention and, if you’re lucky, maybe some of my sisters as well.”

As Bonzo weighed his choice for another moment, the chatter of the other boys got louder, transitioning from idle banter to confused panic. The shrinking had begun. AJ swung her arms over Elliot, pulling him to her chest with his head lodged into the underside of her bust. “You’ll be my little secret” she whispered to him, stroking the back of his head. Turning back to Bonzo, she pressed the issue, knowing the shrinking process only took minutes to kick in, “let’s go Bonzo, we don’t have all day.”

“Alright”, Bonzo replied as he thought of all the possibilities. Getting to play with even more of the sorority chicks sounded like a dream. The fact that he wouldn’t shrink all the way down like the others and could later regain his normal size was enough assurance for Bonzo. And after all, he had done all the grunt work recruitment. There were a couple boys he actually had to bully, though most were eager for the opportunity. “I guess I’ll do it…if I have to.” He strutted up to her, trying to regain some of his pride and not look weak. “After all, they don’t call me ‘Big Balls Bonzo’ for nothing.” He opened his mouth wide for her and stuck out his tongue.

AJ snorted a laugh, “They call you ‘Big Balls’? Who calls you that?” She didn’t remember her sister ever mentioning that before. “Nevermind, I’ll be the judge of that”, she said, dousing two drops onto his tongue.”

As Bonzo grimaced at the sour taste, AJ glanced behind her, seeing the other boys yelling and pointing at each other’s shrinking bodies, their school uniforms beginning to hang loosely as they shrank. One boy tried to flee, but fell flat as his pants slid down his legs. Some were making fun of others until they too began to shrink.

Soon, Elliot began to shrink and AJ continued to hug him as he shrank, his feet lifting up off the ground as he was held against her chest, stifling his confused cries asking what was happening. He felt his pants fall down first, slipping down his shrunken legs and sliding off his feet, leaving his bare legs and tiny cock rocking against AJ’s toned thighs.

As the boys shrank down to knee height, their bare chests began popping out the bottoms of their shirts. Their uniforms became crumpled prisons tangled around their nude bodies. Their panicked voices got steadily quieter as they got smaller, until eventually they were little more than squeaks.

Bonzo, who had yet to start shrinking, looked around in delight. He had a mean streak that was not tempered at all by his tendency towards selfishness. His elation was cut short when he felt a tickling sensation rifle through his core from his spine outwards towards his extremities.

With Elliot reaching doll height, AJ giggled in delight and cupped his butt in the palm of her hand, letting the last of his clothes drop to the floor. He was all hers, she was going to enjoy this… She waited a few more moments for him to shrink down to the size of her palm, and then lifted him above her head. He continued to shrink to swallowable size as she held him upside down by his ankles. She tilted her head back while happily inspecting his nude form. He swiftly clasped his hands over his crotch, barely covering his tiny erection, but not before AJ got a good look. Her lips curled back in a smile, then kept moving as she opened up her maw. She showed his wet and cozy destination, her tongue twitching in anticipation as she suspended him above his doom. And yet, he continued to shrink, now not more than 1.5 inches tall.

“Don’t play with your food, there’s work to do”, yelled Bailey as she stepped out of the car with a cardboard box in hand. She bent down, her plump butt bigger than the shrunken boys beneath her, and began plucking them up and dropping them inside the box. Most of them were too confused to react beyond a panicked yelp or scream.

AJ glared at Bailey, then returned her attention to Elliot. She struggled with her desire to eat him now… she adjusted her grasp, gently dropping him into the flat of her other hand and lowered him just enough to tickle his feet with the tip of her tongue, causing him to squirm on her palm, but not so much that he’d risk falling off. She lowered him further, his legs brushing up against her lower lip and entering the warm interior of her mouth.

Still, there were advantages to waiting AJ told herself. She lifted him from her mouth, whispering “we’ll resume this later.” With a couple fingers from her free hand, she lifted the top of her sweater away from her neck a few inches. Underneath, she wore only a satin bra which barely contained her firm breasts, exposing lots of cleavage. Elliot barely had time to admire the sight of AJ’s plump flesh before she let go of him, dropping him into the open space. With a surprised squawk he slid down the bottom of her neck, his tiny cock poking briefly against her sternum. His feet rubbed up against her breasts, sinking into the soft fatty tissue as they squeezed his legs together into the tight confines of her cleavage and slowing his descent. He came to a halt with his hips firmly lodged between her breasts.

“A little more…” AJ whispered, squinting as she looked down between her bust and placed her forefinger on Elliot’s head, pushing him deeper. First, his hips, then his chest were forced down between her breasts. He let out a wail just as his head disappeared into her cleavage and his toes brushed up against her bra strap. With a satisfied smirk, AJ let the top of her sweater reform back against her neck, hiding any remaining sight of Elliot. Except for a small persistent wobble in her breasts, you’d never know he was firmly lodged inside with his arms pinned to his sides.

“Don’t go anywhere,” AJ whispered teasingly with a giggle, squeezing her breasts through her sweater and feeling the teenage boy squirming. Satisfied, she joined in Bailey’s hunt with a spring in her step. The first one she noticed was Bonzo. Her gaze looked over his body as he stood there, roughly fourteen inches tall. “Hmmmph. They aren’t so big now, are they Bonz”, she teased. He responded by giving her the stink-eye and picking up his shirt, which he tied around his waist to cover his lower body. It looked like an overlarge version of a kilt on him. AJ proceeded to ferret through piles of clothing for hiding boys and chased down the few that tried to run. It wasn’t hard work - they couldn’t run fast at their new size and most hiding boys inevitably whimpered as she got closer, marking their location like a homing beacon. She enjoyed the feel of Elliot squirming whenever she bent down, causing her to giggle and further jostling her breasts.

After five minutes, it was all over. The boys huddled together within the cardboard box carried by Bailey. She glanced around, hoping nobody had caught sight of their heist. “Did we get them all?” She asked.

AJ shrugged, “I didn’t count them. She peered in the box. “It looks about right. Wait… where’s that glasses kid, the one who didn’t trust me?” She looked around the floor and caught a flicker of movement in a pile of clothes nearby. There was a pair of glasses laying atop them. With a grin, she stomped over in her high heels, the loud ‘clack, clack, clack’ like a doomsday clock. She pulled back a sleeve to reveal Ian hiding underneath, his tiny body shivering at the onrush of fresh air. “Thought you could escape us if you stayed quiet, huh? Smart, but not smart enough.” AJ plucked him up by his foot, dangling him nude in the air before dropping him into the box. He glared back at her, but not with the fear she was used to. This one was defiant, calculating. He was a fighter. Excellent, she liked them the best.

Bailey sealed up the cardboard box before placing it on the back seat of the car. Her and AJ then gathered up the loose clothing and dumped it in the conveniently located trash bin. Finished with their clean up, they got back in the car. Bonzo padded quietly behind them and clambered into the back seat.

As she started the engine, AJ realized she had never felt so alive, reveling in her predatory instincts. She realized she was indulging in her baser instincts the person who she was always meant to be, a literal man-eater.

*** 

Chapter 2: The Sorority Mother

Ian curled into a ball in the corner of the cardboard box with his arms wrapped around his knees, trying to keep himself safe as the other boys tumbled and rolled around within the shaking box. In the dim light that crept through the lid and due to the fact he didn’t have his glasses, it was difficult to count how many boys there were in here with him. Every time he tried, another shake of the box would cause the tangled mass of flailing limbs to shift around and he’d lose his count. He knew it must be at least two dozen though, likely the whole class. Even with blurry vision, he could make out his good friend Git stuck in the middle of a large group of his peers and considered going over by him, but thought better of it. He wanted some space to himself.

Some of the boys cried, some flung their fists against the walls, and a few hugged and tried to console one another over the rumbling car engine. At their size, it sounded more like the growl of a terrifying beast than a leisure vehicle.

Ian cursed himself for trusting that woman. With her bewitching smile and short skirt, most of the boys had been happy to do anything she asked. His attempts to question what was in the pipette had been drowned out by the other boys arguing over the color of her underwear. As hormonal teenagers, they were easy pickings for a predator like her, and that’s what she was, a predator. The other boys seemed to not yet realize what was happening, but Ian did. Unlike them, he read the news. The number of incidents involving a group of boys disappearing was off the charts. There was always an excuse, a capsized boat, a bus that slipped off a cliff, a desert camping trip gone wrong, but the pattern was clear for those with the wits to see it.

He’d tried to talk to his mother about his concerns, but she was as enraptured with Dr Madeleine Cooper as everyone else seemed to be. She was always on the news, excusing the concern over the latest disappearance as paranoia. There was something about her that unnerved Ian, an intensity to her gaze with male interviewers. His mother called it feminine self-confidence and was in awe, but Ian saw something else, he saw... hunger.

Ian’s ears perked up as the hum of the car engine slowed, then stopped. The boys got to their feet and looked to one another apprehensively, before they fell as the ground shook beneath them.

“Ugh, they’re heavy”, came the muffled voice of AJ somewhere close by. “... no thanks, I got it. I like introducing them to their final destination.” The box tilted on its side, causing the boys to roll into a tangled heap of limbs as AJ clutched the box against her belly.

After AJ’s laugh faded, Ian heard a door creak open, followed by a babble of female voices descending upon them. The voices seemed so hyper and excited that it was difficult to catch any distinct sentences. He only understood words or fragments of phrases. “How many...” “...anyone see...” “Oh my god!” “...but my diet…”  “...so HUNGRY!” The last was yelled in a light Scottish accent and followed by a round of giggles that rattled the box. Ian tried to keep himself lodged into the corner, offering some stability, but still had another boy land atop him with a sudden “oof,” his bare chest resting upon Ian’s head. “Get off”, he said as he shoved the boy away.

There was a creak of wooden stairs as they felt themselves descending, and then one last thud as the box was dropped down, causing another round of cries from the boys. The box was filled with the heavy sounds of their panicked breathing, every boy intently listening for what might be coming next. The feminine voices faded away and a sense of relief swept the boys. They began disentangling themselves from each other. The boy who had landed on Ian grunted an embarrassed apology and averted his gaze, seemingly just realizing they were both nude. As the other boy covered his crotch with his hands, Ian stayed huddled in the corner, folding his legs to cover his small manhood.

He flicked his tousled hair from over his eyes, feeling some comfort in the small control exerted over his appearance. With the situation calming, many of the boys’ thoughts turned to where they were and what was going to happen to them. None of them seemed to like the answer as Ian overheard a few fearful sobs. The boy who had fallen on him earlier was different though, he ground his teeth. As Ian’s eyes adjusted to the dim light he realized it was Carson, the boy who had argued with AJ over his soccer ball. Ian hadn’t recognized him at first, but there was no mistaking his fiery red curls. He had a slim frame, but what he lacked in stature he made up for in attitude. No one insulted him without walking away with a bloody nose.

“That fuckin’ bitch!”, muttered Carson. He turned and punched the cardboard wall. The cardboard briefly bent, but then rebounded. They weren’t going to punch their way out of this.

Seeing Carson’s frustration as he repeated his wall punch again and again, Ian recalled that the girls who’d abducted them would be back, and in greater numbers judging by the numerous voices they’d overheard. He had to get out of here! He looked around him, but couldn’t make out much in the low light without his glasses. As he twisted around, squinting left and right, he noticed Carson’s shadow move. With a flicker of hope, Ian realized there was light coming from behind him. He turned to see a tiny gap in the corner of the box. It was only big enough to fit his hand, but it was a start. He squeezed his fist into it, trying to expand the hole. He felt the cardboard start to give, but it’d take a lot more work.

He heard feminine voices approaching and withdrew his fist, worried it might be seen poking out the gap. He leaned down to peer through the hole and saw they were located in the middle of a wooden table in an eccentrically decorated basement. The mismatched rugs, sofas, and coffee tables spoke of each new generation of sorority girls leaving their mark on the shared space. Judging by the narrow window slots near the ceiling, they were in a basement. Colored fabric was draped over the windows, with lighting provided by several hanging Moroccan lamps, giving the room a cozy atmosphere. At the far end of the room, a wooden staircase led up to freedom, but was currently heralding their doom as several sorority girls descended. He recognized the two girls in front from earlier, those who had abducted them. AJ basked in the adulation of her sorority sisters, grinning from ear to ear, while Bailey looked annoyed by all the chatter. Next to them were a redhead and a blond woman, wearing matching cheer outfits the tops of which looked well stretched and strained, as though these were holdovers from their high school days when they were skinnier and/or their boobs were smaller.

Following in the rear was the most regal looking of the group, her back straight as she confidently strutted down the stairs like she was descending onto a ballroom stage. Her dirty blonde hair cascading in waves around her face, neatly framing her sharp, fresh features and sharp eyeliner, which highlighted her beautiful piercing blue eyes. A cream dress hugged her hourglass figure down to her thighs, barely creasing as she took measured steps down into the basement.

As her stiletto heel sank into the floor carpet, she gently clapped her hands together. “Ladies! Quiet down please”, she gently commanded, her words as soft as silk. “I know you’re excited, but can you wipe that drool Bonnie.” She looked to the red-headed girl, her long curls bouncing as eagerly as her mood. The other girls giggled as Bonnie wiped her chin, then formed a semi-circle around the regal girl. It was then that the regal woman noticed the small visiting male who stood naked next to AJ’s calf.

“Who’s that?”, she inquired, her eyebrow arching up curiously.

“This is Bonzo”, AJ replied. “He’s the one who got his classmates to volunteer as tributes.”

“Oh?”, the woman said. She directed her next question at Bonzo. “And I take it you didn’t mention this to anyone else, including your teachers?”

“Yes, ma’am”, Bonzo responded, and gave her a salute.

“Very good. Well done, Bonzo. I take it you’ll be well rewarded by miss Atkinson later.” She exchanged a knowing look with AJ.

After a few moments of silence, building up the anticipation, the woman resumed her speech. “Welcome sisters, to the Phi Sigma sorority. Founded nearly ten years ago by our beloved Dr Madeleine Cooper, we champion womankind and assert our dominance in all walks of life. In your future career, in your social circle, and in your sex life, you will be a leader. But this comes at a price, you must show yourselves worthy of being called man-eaters, and I mean that… literally.” The girls laughed excitedly, shooting glances towards the cardboard box.

“A reminder of our three rules. One, everyone eats at least one boy. Two, if you pick one up, you’re responsible for him. Three, our most important rule, NO ESCAPEES! Every boy must end this evening in a belly, that is our pledge!” The older girl raised her fist and the other girls followed suit, loudly chanting in unison “that is our pledge!”

Ian watched, both mesmerized and terrified as the girls turned his way. Though his blurry vision meant that he couldn’t fully appreciate their looks, it had the effect of allowing his to focus on his hearing and he had listened to the whole speech intently. The women approached the table excitedly, the redheaded girl Bonnie almost hopping in her enthusiasm. The women surrounded the table, all staring down at the box. The other boys may have not heard the speech as clearly as Ian did next to the hole, but they knew something was happening. The boys all looked to the ceiling to see the cardboard box lid opening up, revealing six pairs of eyes and six smirking lips leering down at them.

While the other boys cowered, covering their nudity, Carson stepped into the middle of the box and lifted his tiny fist into the air. “You fuckin’ bitches! What the fuc’ yo’ think yo’ doin’?” His whole body shook with anger, from his arms, down his chest, to his tiny dick swinging between his legs.

The redheaded girl, Bonnie, licked her lips and looked to the regal girl. “Catherine, can we, um… start?” Having been a people pleaser her whole life, this was a chance, for one day at least, for Bonnie to really cut loose and enjoy herself. Internally, she felt like a race car vrooming and she was ready to go.

“Patience, let me show you how it’s done”, replied Catherine. She reached down into the box, her hand upturned, showing off her matching cream painted nails. The other boys pushed up against the walls to avoid her hand, but Carson remained firm until her palm knocked into the back of his ankles, toppling him backwards onto her hand. He was a perfect fit as her fingers curled over him, holding him securely as she lifted him up.

His muffled swearing could still be heard as he was lifted up to head-height. Catherine unfurled her fingers, peering at the tiny boy on the hand with delight. “Hello there little boy, what’s your name?”, she cheerfully demanded, ignoring his prior foul language.

The pleasant tone seemed to unnerve Carson as he realized his insults had no effect, as if he was a naughty student being indulged by his kind-hearted teacher. “I’m, um, Carson. W-who the fuc’ are you and what do you want with us?”

Catherine’s smile widened, “Hi Carson! I’m Catherine, and I want you in my belly.”

  (Catherine, sorority president)

Carson froze, lost for words at such a brazen statement.
Catherine’s friendly demeanor almost made him doubt what he’d heard. Was she joking? Should he fight? Scream? Beg? He had no idea how to respond to this new situation, leaving him paralyzed. Catherine had no such qualms about what to do next, her maroon lips opened wide, revealing a wet and quivering tongue ready to serve as his bed. In a swift and practiced movement, she tilted her hand and Carson slid off her palm and into her mouth. His thighs bumped over her thick lips, then scraped across her teeth before landing on her tongue. Catherine slowly closed her lips, sealing him inside. His red-curls disappeared within her dark lips before he could utter another curse.

Ian looked on in horror as he saw Catherine roll her jaw, tenderly rolling around the contents of her mouth from cheek to cheek. If not for the occasional hand or foot imprint, he could mistake her as toying with a gumball.

Catherine lifted a surprised eyebrow as she felt Carson fight back, her thick lips unable to hold him. A tiny fist emerged from between her lips, followed by a drenched face, his red curls sticking to his forehead. Catherine’s lipstick streaked across his upper chest as he tried to pull himself out. He gasped for breath, sucking in the cool outside air before yelling “fuc’ you bitch!”

Catherine’s lips curled up in a smirk as she laid her forefinger against Carson’s head, then gradually pushed him back in. Her thick lips wrapped around her finger as she pushed him deeper into her mouth. She held her finger in her mouth for a few moments, sucking on it, before withdrawing it with a wet plop.

With a happy gleam in her eyes, she reached behind her and returned with a phone in hand. She turned on the camera and lifted it above her head. She rolled her jaw, shifting around the contents to just where she wanted them, then pursed her lips as a tiny fist emerged. She stifled a giggle as she looked at the photo preview on her phone. “Sa’ c’eese” she said with her mouth closed, then opened her mouth for the boy to see.

  (Catherine with Carson)

She snapped a picture just as the boy retracted his arm, then switched from a clenched fist into raising his middle finger at the phone. She nearly burst out laughing when she saw the photo, but resisted the urge as she closed her mouth, slurping Carson’s body back to the entrance to her throat, rolled him around her mouth until he faced the cavity, then tilted her head back and swallowed him down.

Ian saw the bulge go down her throat agonizingly slowly, taking several more swallows to work him down a few inches at a time, looking like a tadpole swimming against the current. The room was eerily quiet as both the boys and girls watched the bulge travel down into Catherine’s torso. The bulge slowly passed under her collarbone and disappeared into her stomach. And that was the end of Carson. Just like that, he had been eaten.

The girls erupted into excited whoops and cheers as the boys cried out in horror. Ignoring the sobs coming from below, Catherine looked to the girls around the table and opened her mouth wide, revealing the empty interior. She lowered her head just enough to give the boys in the box a look too, showing the waiting wet interior, the pink cavern that awaited them all. “And that’s how you do it! Play with them a bit, get them nice and slick, then swallow.”

Some boys stared up at Catherine in open-mouthed horror, others screamed and averted their gaze, unable to look upon the woman who had eaten their friend and remained hungry for more. All were wide-eyed and frightened. After all, if Carson could be eaten, then what would keep any of them from the same fate. Catherine seemed to soak in their terror, reveling in it, proof of her dominance over them. Ian shook his head, still not quite believing what he’d seen. Had she really… he couldn’t say it. He wiped away a tear and huddled in the corner, trying to expand the hole as quickly as possible.

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Chapter 3: Lick it…taste it…bite it…grab it…eat it…flick it

Bailey felt a flutter in her stomach when looking into Catherine’s empty maw, seeing all the way back into that fleshy cavern now devoid of the boy who had entered earlier. All this man-eating had only been something abstract before, something girls gossiped about the same as they discussed celebrity crushes. But now… it was real, and she was going to partake...

“Oh my, he was a feisty one. He struggled for a while, but I can feel him settling down now,” said Catherine with satisfaction as she rubbed her belly and passed around her phone, showing Bailey the close-up photo of her pursed lips around Carson’s raised middle finger.  She sauntered over to a music player and pressed the play button.

A naughty song began playing. This was an effort by Catherine to put all the girls in the proper mood. A female voice began issuing directives in a succinct, but sultry voice. The song (by DJ Tamara Sky) began playing on a loop, though it was not overly loud:

Lick it…taste it…bite it…grab it…eat it…flick it

“This should set the proper tone for the ceremony”, Catherine announced over the soft music. She set a large circular bowl of white sauce on the table, with the sauce taking up the bottom half of the bowl. Then she picked up the box of shrunken boys, tipped it sideways, and dumped out a few boys at a time into the bowl until about three quarters of the boys were now in the bowl. “The Alfredo sauce will help with the lubrication”, she explained as she set the box with the remaining boys gently to the side. “Remember ladies, I want selfies from all of you... so tuck in!”

It was chaos in the bowl. Boys screamed, cowered, swam in circles, and otherwise panicked within their enclosure as the girls around the table turned their attention back on them with hungry expressions. Bonnie was first, whipping her hand forward and snatching up a slower moving chubby boy.

Chester was in a daze as he scoped out the buxom girl. It was only when her hand was lifting towards her mouth when his daydreaming suddenly ended. He lost his balance and tumbled onto her palm, inching his way away from her oncoming maw.

  (Mabel and Bonnie)

Bonnie pinched her fingers around his ankles as he lay on his back and tried to crawl backwards, lifting him up into the air dangling him upside down. His tiny dick swung across his wobbling gut as she lifted him above her head, sauce dripping off his body and into her mouth.

She grinned as she looked up at him, enjoying his terror. “You’re goin’ in ma belly”, she said before opening her mouth wide, showing him his destination, and further causing him to swing as he struggled in her grasp. He twisted and turned, swinging his arms and screaming, as if breaking free would save him rather than hasten his descent into her mouth. She slowly lowered him into her maw, his chubby cheeks passing her lips, then his large chest, before his wobbling belly got stuck on her lower lip. He had just enough time to yelp out “Wai..!” before her lips closed around his waist. Bonnie stretched her jaw wider and poked the boy in the butt, forcing him inch by inch into her mouth.

As Bonnie struggled with her chubby meal, the other girls began picking boys of their own. Lei, a diminutive Asian girl with a slim frame, simultaneously leaned back from the bowl while tentatively reaching her hand in, as if she feared the boys were like feral animals who could bite. Lei was a follower of AJ’s and she often mimicked AJ in the jewelry (nose ring and exotic facial jewelry) she wore and in her clothing and hair (straight, with bangs to just above her eyebrows) styles. Her personality was literally the polar opposite of AJ’s, however, and she seemed a very shy and caring person. She pinched her fingers around the waist of a slim boy huddled into a ball, frozen in shock, and let the sauce drip off him before lifting him up to her chest. She wrapped both hands around him like he was a baby bird, clutching him close as she looked to the other girls, unsure how to proceed, and walked quietly away from the table.

AJ peered down into the bowl, looking for a particularly athletic-looking boy to start off her eating spree. One dark-skinned boy seemed adept at gliding through the muck of the Alfredo sauce. He had ducked under when Bonnie and Lei’s hands had moved into the bowl. He didn’t see AJ’s hand descend towards him as she had stood behind him and back a ways. Rather he felt a shadow over him just as she plucked him around the waist. “Wait, wait!”, he screamed urgently. Things were moving super quick for him. When she had turned him around to face her, he recognized her as the one who had picked them up on the school grounds. She pointed with her red-tipped finger towards his destination.

He couldn't muster up the confidence to meet her gaze, instead looking at her puckered mouth as he protested, “B..but…you promised to take us swimming”, his tiny lips quivering in fear. AJ shrugged, "You can go swimming now. Enjoy the pool at the end…", she said as she popped him in. "Es eetd, bi sza way" (it's heated, by the way). Then she eagerly gulped him down.

Mabel, a cheerful girl with rosy round cheeks and more of a penchant for cupcakes than was healthy, eagerly picked up a pair of boys as they swam in circles in an effort to dodge, grasping one in each hand. She clutched them in her palms, looking from one to the other, licking her lips and trying to decide which she fancied most. “This is gonna get messy”, she said with a chuckle as the Alfredo sauce from them dribbled on her hands and forearms. Unable to decide who she was going to eat first, she thrust them into her mouth together, resulting in four legs kicking from her lips. Catherine took a photo just as she slurped them inside, her cheeks bulging like a hamster in its food bowl. She closed her eyes as she strained to swallow her meal whole. Her second chin wobbled as she jerked her head back and a bulge began sliding down her neck.

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Alysha, a beautiful, athletic girl whose skin was as dark as her sense of humor, chose to ignore the bowl for now and skimmed her hand over the boys cowering around the sides of the box, delighting in their fearful cries as her fingers passed overhead. 

  (Alysha)

One of the boys, an athletic lanky kid with closely cropped blond curly hair, was a bit of a roadrunner named Aiden. In PE classes, Aiden had always amazed people with his superior speed. Seeing the girl overhead with her hand skimming the box perimeter, he panicked and set off running, believing that if he was on his toes, he could avoid being captured, but the confined space of the box did him no favors.

Alysha hummed a happy tune to herself. She gave each boy a lookover, pausing only briefly when she saw one boy take off running in circles around the others. Amused, she resumed humming like she was playing musical chairs and when she stopped… she plucked the running boy from the group, yanking him up by his arm as he reached for his friends, trying to clasp hold of them and slow his ascent. “Help me Git!”, he screamed desperately at the nearest boy who clung to his other arm. It didn’t help; he only doomed his friend as Alysha pinched him around the waist after he wrangled his one arm free from her and wrapped his arms around the other boy’s chest and they both were lifted up together. Alysha looked them over and grinned, “two cute little white boys for the price of one? Perfect…” She hovered them both above her open mouth, shaking Aiden until he lost his grip on his friend. Git landed on the side of her neck and rolled, collecting at her shoulder, which he grasped desperately to keep from falling further. He looked up to see her holding Aiden in one fist, her thumbnail pressing up against his neck as she prodded his genitals with the index finger of her other hand. 

She was giggling, but Aiden looked frightened. She played with him for just a few more seconds before dangling him back over her mouth. He clung to her finger until she began to tickle the soles of his feet with the tip of her tongue, flicking it playfully back and forth. Being extremely ticklish, Aiden let go of his grip around her finger. Git got a close-up view of his friend’s short fall onto Alysha’s outstretched tongue. She slathered him with drool before easing him into her mouth. His pale skin contrasted sharply with her dark lips as he was slurped up like a wet noodle.

Catherine patted her on the shoulder to get her attention, holding her phone up and ready to snap a picture. Alsyha opened her mouth, showing one terrified boy inside her dark lips while a second crawled around just outside. “Perfect!” Catherine said as the camera flashed.

Aiden blinked, rubbing his blue eyes. He had tried to wriggle free from her tongue, but had stopped to look at the light. Soon enough, he disappeared again as Alysha closed her lips around him, tilted her head back, and swallowed his squirming body whole. She looked down at her shoulder to the friend hanging on it, whispering “you’re next” as she opened her mouth wide and leaned towards him...Git screamed!

Bailey looked down at the bowl and the box and the nearly two dozen boys contained therein. Are we really going to eat them all? Of course, she knew the answer already. Even if you ignored the ethical qualms, it was a lot of food to eat. But more importantly, who would she eat? The cute one had just been eaten by Alysha and Catherine had eaten the mischievous one. The flutter in her stomach grew stronger at the thought. Uncertainty, or desire? She wasn’t sure. Either way, she didn’t have much choice if she wanted to join the sorority. Looking across the tiny naked bodies, she wondered who to pick. Dark hair, blond, slim, chunky, timid, aggressive, they were all available for her to pick and choose. It was like a Valentine’s Day chocolate variety package.

Not a fan of Alfredo sauce, she looked into the box. Still feeling a little unsure, Bailey was about to pick the timid boy in the corner of the box, the one she remembered had questioned her before, Ian was it? He seemed to be busy with something. But as she reached for him, another boy who was trying to climb the side fell atop him, screaming about escape. Bailey pinched her fingers around the chest of the second boy, feeling his ribs under her fingertips as she tightened her hold and lifted him up. He attempted to hold onto the first boy, to lift up Ian with him, but wasn’t strong enough. He squirmed in Bailey’s grasp, causing her to cup her hands around him and locking him inside.

With her meal thus secured, Bailey glanced about the room to find a sofa that wasn’t stacked with beer cans and wine bottles to sit down on. Bonnie had already cracked open a can and was guzzling it with the chubby boy still lodged at the back of her throat, hoping to use the beer to lubricate his body and slide him down smoothly.

Bailey didn’t want her first time to be in front of the other girls, she wanted a little privacy as she wasn’t entirely sure if she could really go through with this. Lei seemed to have had a similar thought, sitting in the corner of the basement with her hands still clutched around the boy she took, whispering something to him. Avoiding both Lei and the other girls, Bailey sat her plump fanny down on a small two-seater sofa next to the staircase.

She looked down at her hands clasped together. The sensation of movement within reminded her of the pet hamster she had as a child, Mr Jelly Tot. But when she slowly opened her hands up, cupping the contents, it wasn’t a loveable furry face looking back at her, but the tearful imploring eyes of a middling teenage boy.

She felt the flutter in her stomach turn into a heavy weight as her conscience scolded her. Was she really going to eat this boy?

“Please…” he cried, “don’t eat me. I don’t want to die!”

Bailey grimaced, she didn’t like hearing it put in such stark terms. These boys were meant to be food, not people. She wished she hadn’t been asked to be a part of the pick-up crew so that she didn’t seem them at their normal size. Then, she could have pretended that these were simply little leprechauns to prey on and not real kids. Feeling the urge to defend herself, she replied, “It’s not like I want to eat you. But you know, sorority rules…”

The boy gave her a confused look. “But why?!?!? Why are you doing this to us?”

“Well… I really want to do my post-grad psych studies in Princeton, and they require really high grades. But, ah, I’m not great at exams. I buckle under pressure. You understand right?”

The boy wiped the tears from his cheek, “yeah, I don’t like exams either.”

“Exactly!” Bailey responded with a smile, pleased to hear him agree. “What’s your name, little boy?”

Bailey nodded her acknowledgment, “So, if you have an alumni vouch for you it makes a big difference! Dr Cooper knows some women there, so I had to get into this sorority, it’s my best chance!”

“Can’t you just… pretend you ate me?”

Bailey shook her head. “Sorry, I don’t want to risk it.”

The boy grew quiet and mumbled something under his breath. He seemed agitated. Than he looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes, “Is your degree more important than me? What about MY LIFE?!?!?!?”

Bailey scowled, not appreciating the assault on her conscience by her meal. She’d thought he’d understand, but no, this is why you don’t try to reason with food. She shrugged and lifted her cupped hands up to her face, opening her mouth wide. She stretched out her tongue, licking the base of her hand as she prepared to catch the boy sliding down her palms. He screamed as he coasted forward, his feet landing on her tongue and skating onwards into her waiting mouth.

“Please! No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell”, Jaxson pleaded urgently. “NooOoOoOO”, he yelled as Bailey lost sight of him passing under her nose, but she could still feel him. As his butt landed on her tongue, she curled her tongue behind it, nudging him deeper into her mouth as his chest rubbed up against her upper lip. She pressed him down flat on her tongue with her upper lips as he continued to yell and kick. She drew her tongue back into her mouth and him with it, sealing her lips shut around him. She was relieved to hear his annoying cries cut off, turning into a faint echo within her mouth.

Remembering what Catherine had said, Bailey pressed the boy up against the top of her mouth and rubbed her tongue over his nude body, slathering him with saliva. She tried to be careful not to bite down or accidentally crush him. She didn’t want to hurt him; she just wanted to eat him. He wasn’t easy to control though. She felt him kick and squirm within her mouth. She couldn’t help trying to identify each part of his body from touch, her tongue probing down his spine, against his butt, and then… her cheeks blushed as she felt his tiny little cock pressed against her tongue. It was flaccid, but as she stroked it, she felt it start to harden.

In the background, the strange song continued to play:

Lick it…taste it…bite it…grab it…eat it…flick it

She felt a flicker of arousal deep within her, a desire she didn’t want to admit to, and decided to finish the task before this got any more weird. She tilted her head back and tried to swallow. She felt the boy press his feet into her cheeks, trying to prevent his descent down into her throat. She nudged him with her tongue, forcing him flat against the roof of her mouth and forcing the air from his lungs as she showed him who was in charge. After squeezing him tight for a few moments and leaving him breathless, she hoped he’d learned his lesson and tried swallowing again. She felt his legs slide smoothly down into her throat this time, but then struggled to resist gagging. She felt her eyes water as she tried to accommodate the width of his hips into her throat, then his chest. She pressed her hand against her neck, rubbing the growing bulge from the outside and helping push it down as she desperately resisted her gag reflex.

His hips and chest felt like a pair of hard-boiled sweets working its way down her throat, and she was deeply relieved when she felt it work its way all the way past her neck, under her collarbone, and into her belly. With her throat clear again, she coughed, spraying a mist of spittle from her open mouth.

Bailey was so distracted by the coughing, she momentarily forgot what she’d done. She nearly screamed when she felt the unfamiliar twitch within her stomach. He was still alive and moving around? She was so worked up regarding the finality of actually swallowing the boy that she hadn’t considered this part of it - that he’d still be struggling inside of her for a while as he slowly digested. She was surprised how much the thought thrilled her, knowing the boy was completely trapped inside her. He was hers now. She owned him, body and soul, and was going to digest him down to shit. She rubbed her belly through her shirt, squirming on the sofa to agitate her belly and the contents therein. She wondered how long he’d last in there? Ten minutes? An hour? All night? She hoped he’d still be moving when she got to the privacy of her bed tonight…

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Chapter 4: Sorority Girls Gone Wild

As Bailey got to her feet she realized she’d forgotten the selfie pic. She cursed, but the thought also excited her, it meant she’d need to eat another boy… She returned to the others gathered around the table, catching sight of a pair of legs disappearing between AJ’s lips, before she tilted her head back, swallowed, and showed her empty mouth to the other girls. “That’s three”, she smugly announced as Bonnie used a lipstick pen to mark a line down AJ’s left cheek. Stepping closer, Bailey saw the line joined two others, and above them were the words “kill count.”

Bonnie turned to face Bailey with a beaming grin, wobbling on her feet with the lipstick pen in one hand and a beer can in the other. An ‘Enter Here’ was painted on her cheek with arrows pointing to her mouth and two vertical marks counting score underneath. “Come to mama”, Bonnie called while waving the lipstick pen.

“Oh no…”, Bailey replied, holding her hands up and trying to ward off the boisterous redhead.

“Oh yes!”, Bonnie insisted as Alysha ran around to grab Bailey from behind. Trapped, Bailey surrendered to her fate as Bonnie scribbled on her cheek, writing “slut count,” with a single vertical line to keep tally. The girls laughed at Bailey’s sullen expression, but secretly Bailey enjoyed it. It marked her as an accepted member of the sorority. She was one of them now.

Satisfied with her lipstick graffiti, Bonnie guzzled the last of her beer and returned her attention to the bowl of boys. It was less packed than it had been, but about a dozen or so remained. The earlier panicked atmosphere had subsided into resigned hopelessness, with many of the boys treading the liquid, covering their eyes, sobbing, and trying not to acknowledge what was happening. One boy was different though – with spiky brown hair, he gazed open eyed at the giant women looming around him. With the Alfredo sauce somewhat depleted to about thigh level, he stood upright with his tiny cock pointed their way.

“Ohhhh, Jesus”, Bonnie cooed, “we got an eager wee boy here. Look at his little langer. It’s all chubbed up!” She reached down and carefully scooped up the aroused boy. He didn’t struggle, only moving to shield his small erection as she lifted him up to eye-height. “Are ya’ ready to get in ma’ belly?” Bonnie grinned and opened her mouth wide.

He yelped when her tongue flicked out and tasted his cock. The feeling was electric. "O-oh! Wow!" He reached out tentatively and ran his hands over her tongue as she gently lapped at him. "T-that f-feels amazing!" The boy blushed and whispered “I just have one request. Please… can you let her eat me?” From Bonnie’s palm, he pointed to Bailey, who had walked back near the box and whose cheeks were almost as red as his as she felt another twitch in her belly.

Bonnie pouted, “Ain’t I good enough for ya? Maybe I should bite you before I swallow?”

“Oh n-no, I don’t mean it like that! I just… I’ve, um, had a thing for Elliot’s sister ever since he showed us a pic of her. She was at the pool, wearing a pink bikini, and smiling into the camera. It was like she was smiling right at me. She looked so cute! And now… “, his gaze dropped to Bailey’s bust. “She’s even bigger...”

Bailey’s ears perked up on hearing her brother’s name. “Huh? You know Elliot?”

AJ laid a hand over her bust, feeling the tiny boy trapped between her breasts redouble his struggling as he heard his name. “Hey Bailey, did you eat that other boy you took?” She knew Bailey would give an honest assessment of her experience and she wanted Elliot to hear it.

Bailey blushed and instinctively laid her hand over her belly, feeling the flutter of movement inside. “Err… yeah.”

“And what do you think is happening with him?”, AJ asked, her lips curling into a smirk.

Bailey shuffled her feet, rubbing her thighs together as she felt her arousal growing. “He’s trapped in my stomach, rolling around a bit, coated with my stomach acids.” Her words came faster and faster, growing breathless as she continued. “And then my stomach is going to start digesting him! He’s going to enter my intestines as a mass of nutrients, with his remains turned into waste that I’ll crap out in the toilet and flush away!”

AJ’s smirk deepened as she felt the wriggle between her breasts slow, as Elliot presumably had second thoughts about wanting to be found by his sister. “Did you take a selfie?”

“Ahh… I forgot”, Bailey admitted.

AJ smiled. “So… you need to eat another boy if you want to get into the sorority? I might have the perfect candidate…” She moved a hand under the bottom of her sweater and began to move it upwards towards her bra. She felt the wriggle delve deeper between her breasts as Elliot tried to bury himself.

As Bailey and AJ talked, Bonnie had been happily running her tongue up and over the boy on her hand, coating him with drool as he jerked himself off. She lowered him down to her chin, then tipped him forward, catching his upper body in her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his waist, leaving his tiny erect dick bumping against her lower lip and his legs raised into the air.

Catching sight of the movement, Bailey turned to Bonnie. With flushed cheeks, she yelled “wait! Um… why don’t we make a competition out of it?” She’d felt a strange erotic thrill at the idea of eating this boy who had pronounced his desire to be devoured by her. His willingness had loosened up her conscience. She gave an uncharacteristic wink to AJ. AJ perceived the wink as a challenge.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow, as she held the boy midway in her mouth. Her accent was further muffled by speaking with a full mouth. “oaah? Wha’ com’etition?”

Bailey licked her lips as she looked at the tiny boy hanging out between Bonnie’s lips, still trying to get off as he rubbed his cock on Bonnie’s lower lip. She imagined him joining the other boy in her belly. She could still feel him squirming around in her stomach. She squeezed her thighs tighter together, letting the anticipation build for a few moments before outlining her plan. “We can take turns toying with him. The girl who gets him off can swallow him...”

Bonnie spat the boy onto her hand, leaving him looking around confused at having not been eaten. “I love it!”, Bonnie yelled enthusiastically as her eyes focused on the boy.

“Err, my name’s Leif, not ‘it’...” interrupted the boy in a sullen tone.

“Shush, I wasn’t talkin’ to you”, replied Bonnie dismissively before turning to AJ.

AJ paused her fidgeting with her sweater and frowned. She declared sharply, “I don’t want to clean cum off my clothes. It’s bad enough with the sauce.”

Bonnie carried Leif over to AJ. His tiny wet body sat on the edge of her palm, eager, and so tempting... “Don’t ya wanna chance to gobble him up? So small and cute! Wouldn’t he feel good on ya tongue, slidin’ down your throat and into yer belly?”

AJ watched Bailey squirm, seemingly unaware that her hand had dropped from her belly to her crotch, lightly caressing her lycra yoga pants. If Bailey wanted this, then AJ wanted it more. With a smirk, she nodded. “Ok, I’m in.”

With a cheerful squeal, Bonnie led the three girls around the room to a small coffee table the size of a dinner plate. She carefully laid down the tiny boy on his feet in the centre, then dropped to her knees alongside the table. Bailey and AJ sat on the floor to either side of her, Bailey with a blush and AJ with a grin.

“I pict‘em so I get to have a go first” said Bonnie, shuffling her butt back a few inches so she could lean forward and rest her chin on the table, just in front of Leif. She opened her mouth and let her tongue roll out, offering the boy entry to a place he might never leave.

Leif felt Bonnie’s warm humid breath wash over his nude body, catching the heady scent of beer and cum. Her mouth was so large, the interior so soft, wet, and inviting. He looked up her tongue, seeing two parallel rows of pearly white teeth, each as big as his head, with the arched roof of her mouth above. It all led to the dark abyss of her throat, with her uvula swinging like it was beckoning him within. He’d already seen two boys disappear down there, would he be the third?

Bonnie flicked her tongue up, brushing the tip over his calves and between his thighs, lightly nudging the hands covering his crotch. With a nervous reluctance, being unsure what she’d do with his most precious body part, the boy lifted his hands… He let out a small groan as he felt the tongue probe at his erect cock, knocking it from side to side as she unsuccessfully attempted to grip it.

“That’s enough! My turn”, insisted AJ loudly, shuffling her ass backwards so she could lay her chin on the coffee table alongside Bonnie. With her face just inches away, he caught a whiff of her sultry perfume as she opened her mouth and stretched her tongue out towards him. Whereas Bonnie’s mouth was wide, her tongue wet and sloppy, AJ’s mouth was narrow, her tongue small and looked dry, offering a tighter fit through her mouth and down her throat.

The tip of AJ’s tongue ran up his legs, and Leif shuddered in pleasure as he felt her caress his tiny engorged cock, flicking the head back up against his midriff as she licked up his body, past his chest, and over his face, leaving the whole front of his body dripping with a fresh layer of glistening saliva. Her tongue felt like a giant cat’s tongue to him – it was somewhat abrasive. It left his skin even more sensitive than before, and he felt the air exhaling from AJ’s nostrils as her breath grew heavier and her gaze more intense. Unable to hold back, he gripped the shaft of his cock while gazing down AJ’s tantalizing tongue.

AJ prepared for another lick, her tongue quivering in its eagerness to taste him, but Bonnie interrupted, “Next!” With a flicker of a scowl, AJ withdrew her tongue back between her lips, her eyes gleaming at being deprived of her imminent snack.

"Calm your tits!", Bailey told AJ when she saw her scowl. “It’s my turn now.” Like the others, Bailey scooched her bottom backwards so she too could rest her chin to the coffee table. She smiled down at the boy, wondering if he was one of the friends her brother had introduced her to. Had he jerked himself off to her? Had he looked over her social media photos? Normally, the thought would have revolted her, but now, knowing his climax meant he’d be hers to devour, the thought kind of tittilated her. She leaned closer to him, pursing her lips and pressing them against his face in a giant kiss. It’d be so easy to eat him right now… one lurch forward and he’d be in her mouth. Feeling in complete control, she went down his chest to his crotch. She wrapped the outer tips of her enormous lips around his tiny cock, lightly squeezing it as he gasped in pleasure.

Bailey’s lips smushed around his shaft, knocking his hands aside. He felt the head of his cock pop through to the other side where her soft, undulating tongue was waiting. With her lips locking his tiny cock in place, her tongue tenderly licked the head of his dick. "Oh Bailey, Oh… oh…god. That feels awesome", Leif moaned in ecstasy. This was his fantasy and it was feeling every bit and perhaps better than he’d imagined it would. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

Leif’s breath grew quicker as he felt himself growing close to climax, he was going to cum in the mouth of this girl he’d fantasized about for so long. He’d jerked himself off several times at home looking over her bikini pics, and now here she was with her lips wrapped around his shaft. But just as he prepared to release his load, the lips pulled back and his cock sprung out with a wet plop. “My turn!”, Bonnie had called and pulled on Bailey’s shoulder, yanking her back. “Ooohwhoa”, exclaimed Leif softly, disappointed at being deprived of Bailey’s luscious lips. Bailey, looking down at him, felt equally deprived.

Seeing how close the teenage boy was to climax, Bonnie knew she had to bring out the big guns to finish him off. She leaned upright and shuffled forward so her chest bumped against the table. She reached up and began to pull off her top. Leif watched Bonnie’s deep cleavage come into view more and more as she stretched her arms upwards – it was apparent she had no bra on underneath. The freckles on her cheeks also ran down her chest and across the upper crest of her breasts. As she rolled her shirt up fully, her large plump breasts bounced down in full view and freed her pert pink nipples. Tossing her top away, Bonnie held her breasts snugly together, then cupped them. Seemingly satisfied, she plopped both breasts down onto the coffee table mere inches in front of him, causing him to nearly lose his footing as the table shook. The cool table top felt nice on her naked breast meat.

At Leif’s size, the girl’s breasts were larger than he was, and her nipples larger than his cock. With a grin, Bonnie shuffled herself forward, her breasts wobbling on the coffee table and threatening to envelop Leif as she shifted closer. The pair of fatty mounds began to gradually eclipse him on either side, with his cock squeezing into the freckled cleavage. Bonnie looked down at him between her breasts and grinned. She rolled her jaw for a moment, then let thick wad of drool flow from her mouth to between her breasts, the thick substance dribbling down on either side, offering a soft slick surface for Leif to thrust into. Bonnie giggled as she felt the tiny boy jerking himself between her breasts, her laughter causing her chest to vibrate against his cock.

AJ scowled as she peered down at the boy over Bonnie’s cleavage, with only the top of his head visible behind those fatty balls. She peeked down her own sweater top, seeing Elliot trying to wriggle out. She smirked down at him, then laid her hand over her bust, curling one finger to rest atop his forehead. She pushed him down, forcing him back down deeper between her breasts, all the way to the cup of her bra. With Elliot hidden from sight, she pulled the bottom of her sweater up into the bottom of her bra. Continuing, she lifted her bra until the bottom of her breasts were exposed and she slapped them down on the coffee table alongside Bonnie, her slightly smaller bust attempting to nudge Bonnie’s aside. “It’s my turn!”, AJ exclaimed as she shot Bonnie a pointed glare. But Bonnie ignored the request for another moment longer.

But her challenge was too late. With Leif still wedged between Bonnie’s breasts, she kept up her squeezing, up-and-down movement on Leif’s torso, and his little hairless cock glistened with a sheen from her saliva. His eyes crossed as he moved beyond the point of no return, moaning, “Oh, I...ungh..I'm gonna oh fuck!" Leif couldn’t hold out for Bailey’s turn any longer, he arched his back and spurted his seed across the top of her breasts. Exultant, Bonnie scooped up the cum with a finger, her finger sinking into the soft mass, then brought it to her lips and licked it. “Mmhm, salty!”, she said, shuffling back to release Leif from her cleavage, leaving him standing nude, alone, and vulnerable. With no fanfare, she bent down, flipping his little body and engulfed his legs in her mouth, her lips smoothly sliding down his drool-slickened skin.

As Bailey and AJ looked on in defeat, Bonnie tilted her head back with Leif’s torso and arms dangling from her mouth, his softening cock flopping against her lower lip. For a brief moment as Bailey observed, it looked to her like Leif was having second thoughts. Perhaps being eaten didn’t have quite the erotic appeal now that he’d achieved his sexual release. She heard him squawk a couple unintelligible words. She couldn’t make them out, but he looked frightened.

  (Bonnie with Leif)

Leif blanched as he was about to be dispatched. In his fantasies, this was always the point where he was able to opt out, or, if he was dreaming, when he awoke. On the other hand, the sense of helplessness was always a part of the thrill. The anxiety that he was on an inexorable slow-moving path that could not be stopped with the point-of-no-return rapidly approaching. In his fantasies, until he had crossed that threshold, there was always a chance, albeit slim, that he could persuade the girl not to eat him and he would remain a living, breathing boy with a future. Because his mind had always cut out at that time, he never got to experience the consequences of testing his charisma. 

Unconcerned, Bonnie pursed her lips harder and slurped him in further. Like a bird with a worm, she jerked her head back with each gulp. After just a few more swallows, the rest of Leif disappeared between her lips. Leif rolled onto her tongue and, looking out as her lips enveloped him, he saw the light slowly shrink until her mouth closed entirely, trapping him in darkness. A hot, humid and dense darkness. The thought was late in coming to him – he had passed the point-of-no-return. The change in conditions had been all too brief. Literally microseconds earlier, he had still been a boy, a person, enjoying the fruits of life. Now he was just food. With one last swallow, "Omn, nom, nom", Leif’s bulge began it’s descent down Bonnie’s neck, then to her torso, and on to her already packed stomach, never to be seen or heard from again.

Kasper had been friends with Leif. The skinny, pale youth was one of the smaller kids in the class when he was normal sized. He rubbed his eyes which were itching him – some of the sauce had splashed into them when he’d been dumped into the bowl. Normally, he wore glasses, but in an effort to impress the older women that Bonzo had told him about, he’d switched into the contacts which he’d kept in his locker around mid-day. Something of a science nerd and a daydreamer, he had discussed vore with Leif on more than one occasion, sometimes of the giantess type, but there were others types, such as snake and monster vore (cyclops, dinosaurs, sharks, plants, etc). Leif was a vore fetishist, whereas Kasper was more enamored with the technical aspects of it. They were both avid movie watchers and enjoyed talking about the various creatures and monsters. Giantess vore was particularly of interest, due to Leif’s fetish and his perverse attitude towards girls, whereas Kasper found the idea of shrinking or growing people (organic mass) cool. And there was the whole digestive element which he was fascinated with, influenced by his mother being a biology teacher. He had wondered how long it would take the stomach of a giant woman to actually digest a shrunken person. Of course, until today, neither he nor Leif thought any of this was more than a fantasy. Having watched his friend get scooped up (and presumably eaten), these were the thoughts going through Kasper’s brilliant young mind as he sat waist-deep in the Alfredo, daydreaming again, perhaps as a means of coping with his current situation. So lost in thought was he that he didn’t realize he was being lifted up.

Belying her smiling face, Mabel had a mean streak and could be quite cruel. Having already swallowed down a couple boys whole, she thought she’d try something new with her recent catch. She gripped his head between her thumb and forefinger, then came up from below, engulfing the boy’s body in her large mouth. Using her teeth as she pulled upwards, she shaved and serrated the boy’s flesh from his bones, his tender meat being stripped from him like the savory beef in a pot roast. She pulled up on his head, with only his spinal column attached. Breaking it off at the base of the neck, she put the tiny head on a table stand next to her. Unfortunately, Kasper didn’t get to learn the firsthand specifics of digestion in a woman’s stomach in all it’s painful splendor. Giggling she glanced at the tiny face – she could have sworn it blinked at her.

Mabel smacked her lips. She had enjoyed the boy’s taste, although he’d been barely a mouthful for her. She decided she would do this with her next boy as well and collect their tiny heads as trophies.

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Bailey and AJ were both angry at Bonnie for having been cheated of the willing boy. Bailey felt especially put out knowing the boy desired to be eaten by her. Both women began hurling insults at Bonnie, but this potential firestorm was quickly put out before it began when Catherine intervened as grasped each of their arms. “Ladies, come with me. I have a fun idea I need your help with. “How about… URRP!”, she covered her mouth as she unexpectedly burped. She giggled and rubbed the moving bulge in her belly. “Excuse me, that last boy hasn’t settled down yet. Let’s discuss this over there.” She nodded her head towards the far corner of the room where they wouldn’t bother the other girls from their boy tasting.

As Catherine herded AJ and Bailey away, Bonnie strutted back to the table where both the bowl and box lay, swinging her hips and letting her breasts sway freely as she enjoyed tasting the last figments of cum she could scoop up. Her horniness had been building all afternoon, but tasting cum had pushed her over the edge. She’d lost any sense of inhibition and all that mattered now was her carnal pleasure.

She found Alysha hovering over the bowl, tapping each boy on the head as she sang “eenie meenie minie moe” and effectively dunking each momentarily in the sauce.  Bonnie saw she already had four marks under the “kill count” written on her cheek. That must be one packed stomach, she thought gleefully. Bonnie leaned over the box alongside her, bumping her hip against Alysha to catch her attention. Alysha looked up, then back down to Bonnie’s bare breasts. A coy smile crept onto her lips as she gazed at the pert little nipples so eager to be toyed with. Bonnie grinned back, whispering, “want to be a little naughty?” Alysha nodded back with a grin.

Bonnie looked into the bowl and folded her arms under her bust, pushing her breasts front and centre and catching the attention of several boys. Bonnie looked down at the first, a blond haired boy with a slim frame, “are you a virgin?”

The boy’s eyes bulged in surprise at the question. He hesitated a moment before answering, seemingly unsure whether he should be truthful. In a squeaky voice he replied “err… n-no?”

Alysha laughed, “Bonnie, they’re like, thirteen. Of course he’s a virgin”, she rolled her eyes, “They’re all virgins!”

The boy looked perturbed, “I am not”, he said defensively, “and I’m fourteen”, he said, correcting her.

“Wrong answer” said Bonnie as she reached down and snatched up the boy before he could duck into the sauce. His head poked out the top of her closed fist and his feet kicked below as she swung him over to the bowl of additional condiments Mabel had brought over. Bonnie paused for a moment, deciding whether to go for BBQ sauce or mayonnaise. She picked barbecue. As the boy begged for his life, Bonnie tilted her fist and dunked his head into the BBQ sauce, cutting out his screams. He came out spluttering with the dark sauce thickly coating his entire head. He struggled to breathe, but didn’t get much chance to worry about it as Bonnie opened her mouth wide and thrust his head inside, slathering his face and torso with drool as her tongue tasted both him and the BBQ sauce. Her lips locked around his hips as her palm pressed against his butt, ensuring he couldn’t back out as her tongue circled around his upper body, swirling him around her mouth. Feeling an urge to breath, but unable to due to her mouth being clogged up, Bonnie snorted in her euphoria.

Alysha was mesmerized as she watched Bonnie taste the boy, getting him slick and ready for his final descent. After a few more moments, Bonnie seemed satisfied. She smacked her palm on his butt, making him jolt before pushing the rest of him into her mouth. She tilted her head back as his head overhung the back of her throat and only his feet remained visible poking from her lips. She slurped up the last of him and swallowed him down. With practiced ease, she worked him down her throat and into her belly.

   (Bonnie’s stuffed belly)

“Mmmm”, Bonnie moaned in approval of her recent snack. She looked at Alysha, “Know why I love to eat little boys best?", she asked to which Alysha grinned, shaking her head. “No. Why?”

Bonnie let out a small burp just before Alysha pressed her lips against Bonnie’s in a passionate kiss. She ran her tongue across Bonnie’s lips, tasting the last remnants of BBQ sauce and just a hint of cum. She squeezed her body against Bonnie, feeling Bonnie’s bare breasts squishing against her chest. Looking completely content, Bonnie finally gave her reply, “It’s because their little bodies are practically hairless." Alysha laughed, agreeing, “Ha ha, yeah”.

Bonnie let out a soft moan before forcing Alysha back with a gentle push on her shoulders. The two of them gasped for breath, just inches from each other. “I have an idea”, whispered Bonnie, tugging on Alysha’s hand to spin her around back to the bowl of dwindling boys. They leaned over the bowl, spotting a second boy who had been fixated on Bonnie’s nude breasts. He was even more flustered now at having seen the two women kissing.

“Are you a virgin?”, Asked Bonnie with a coy grin. She was undeterred by Alysha’s earlier statement.

Whether the boy had learned from his devoured friend what Bonnie wanted to hear or answered truthfully, he nodded affirmatively.

“Good! What’s your name?”

“...Collin” he replied in a tiny voice, barely audible over the whimpers of the other boys.

“Well Collin, today is your lucky day…”, replied Bonnie as she reached down and scooped up the boy with both hands. He was larger than most of the other shrunken boys at nearly 5” in height, stretching the full length of Bonnie’s hand, and the perfect size for what she had in mind. “Follow me”, she instructed Alysha as she spoke over her shoulder, then headed over to one of the larger sofas.

Before following Bonnie, Alysha decided a change of music ambience was in order. She strolled over and fiddled with the music player and selected a new song, ‘Upside Down’ by Diana Ross, and it immediately began playing.

                                Upside down

                                Boy, you turn me

                                Inside out

                                And 'round and 'round

                                Upside down

                                Boy, you turn me

                                Inside out

                                And 'round and 'round

Bonnie sat herself down and leaned back, pulling her shirt over and off her shoulders. She sat the smallish boy down on her belly. She laughed and looked up as Alysha approached, “This song doesn't really make sense at the moment."

Alysha replied, "I know. Think of it like we're giving them a dose of their own medicine."

What had once been flat now bulged in a gentle hill, a hill that constantly shifted and moved and gurgled, occasionally with imprints of hands or feet pressing out of it as the boys within struggled against their fate. Collin shuddered and tried not to think about what was beneath him. He could only partially see Bonnie’s face between the valley her breasts formed in front of him, the milky hills drooping gently to either side, with her pert nipples breaking the silhouette at the peaks. He didn’t have long to enjoy the view as Bonnie squirmed on the sofa, causing his whole world to shake and for him to reach out to either side to hold his balance. He saw her arms settle down on either side of her belly, like prison walls, and turned around to see she was removing her skirt, which also functioned as panties. She tugged on the tight fabric and they slid down her thighs, revealing a small patch of trimmed pubic hair even more fiery red than her head, but the orifice itself appeared smooth and damp with moisture.

“Go on…”, came the rumbling voice of Bonnie behind him, shaking her belly further. Collin was both terrified but also excited at the prospect of seeing more, he wanted to see what was past that fuzzy mound with his own eyes. He’d seen what pussy looked like in the few pornos he’d sneakily watched, but never in person (and certainly not enlarged to this size). Were they really as soft and wet as he’d been led to believe? If that wasn’t incentive enough, the hungry look of the black-skinned girl sitting alongside Bonnie had him wanting to hurry. With a surge of panic, he saw the black girl lean over him, but her mouth didn’t approach him, it sought Bonnie’s pert nipples. With a wet slurp, he saw Alysha’s tongue ride roughly across Bonnie’s breasts.

With Bonnie’s attention distracted, he began crawling down her belly on his hands and knees. He nearly slipped off as his hand slid into her belly button, but managed to catch himself in time. He continued to her midriff, his knees indenting the soft skin as he went.

Looking up, he saw Bonnie’s milky white thighs rubbing up against one another as she enjoyed Alysha’s efforts, with her cheer skirt left tangled around her knees. She lifted one hand to rest atop the back of Alysha’s head, encouraging her kisses, while the other hand cupped the underside of her crotch like a safety net, or perhaps a boundary to ensure he didn’t escape. It left him with access to his goal, her pubic mound. He crawled forward, only hesitating when he reached her pubic hair, an unfamiliar smell wafting up into him, getting stronger as he got closer. To him, the smell wasn’t bad, just…different. But the aroma was strong. He sat back with the red tufts tickling his knees. He looked past them to a pair of puffy labia lips laid out ahead of him, each lip half his height, moist and glistening. This close, he could make out every goosebump in the skin, every tiny dent, every freckle. Centering his gaze back to the glistening opening before him, he felt a twinge of reluctance from the deep recesses of his mind – call it a survival instinct. He wondered if he wasn’t heading towards something even more dangerous than the female’s mouth. Images of the Sarlacc Pit from Return of the Jedi flooded through his brain. In a way, this looked like a creature that could gobble him up just as easily.

As Collin tried to decide how much he dared proceed, Bonnie made the decision for him. Circling her finger behind him, she pushed it between his legs, forcing him forward and pressing his chest against her silky soft labia lips. He barely had time to object before his face was enveloped between the lips, pushed against her inner pink flaps and her sweet musky scent. His upper body was slathered in her juices, easing his slippery entry as Bonnie pushed him deeper inside all the way to his hips. He felt his arms pinned to his sides in the tight confines. The interior was soft and tender but every time he tried to push against it, the fleshy walls pushed back.

Collin felt the intense warmth of Bonnie’s inner self flood his body as her labia lips snuggled up against him. He felt Bonnie’s finger prodding at his butt, continuing to push him in as his erect cock rubbed across the nub of Bonnie’s clit, causing them both to shudder in ecstasy. Collin’s entire body shook as Bonnie’s pussy twitched around him and demanded still more of him. The light pink flesh gradually grew darker as Collin felt himself thrust even deeper into Bonnie, her soft labia lips sealing around his legs so only his feet remained poking outside.

Bonnie whispered an idea into Alysha’s ear, making her eyes bulge. “That’s so nasty”, she giggled, adding “I love it.”

Collin felt (as well as heard) each beat of Bonnie’s heart down there, every tremble of her nethers contracting around him, squeezing him, and coating him with her pussy juices. He felt his cock almost-painfully pushed down against his legs as the inner walls pressed against him. As much as he’d wanted to enter a girl, this was beginning to be overwhelming! It was too hot, and he started to feel trapped. He tried to wriggle back out, but this just caused the giant woman to grow even more excited, causing her labia lips to twitch and flex around him and her vagina to tighten its grip.

Something warm and wet slathered across the soles of his feet. He wriggled his toes and wondered what it was. Next it thrust up between his legs, wrapped around his ankles, and began tugging him back out. With a sense of relief, Collin started to squirm his way free of Bonnie’s pussy. He wasn’t going to be trapped, he was going to be able to breath! And survive!

It was only when Collin felt something hard clamp onto his feet that he realized where his momentary ‘freedom’ was leading to. Looking down his body through the fleshy tube of Bonnie’s pussy, he caught a glimpse of Alysha’s open mouth sucking and licking at Bonnie’s labia lips, her teeth locked around his feet and pulling him towards her. With a squeal of panic, Collin tried to reverse his motion, wriggling his torso in worm-like fashion and moving his arms in an attempt to grab hold of anything to slow his exit out of Bonnie’s pussy, but everything was soft and slippery. With a cry of despair he felt his legs and then his hips enter Alysha’s warm mouth. His legs were forced apart as her tongue eagerly lapped at his sensitive package, his poor cock having already been roughly handled within Bonnie’s pussy.

Collin gritted his teeth and felt himself climax, his seed bursting onto Alysha’s tongue, then smeared up his chest and along Bonnie’s quivering pussy as Alsyha licked both. He felt Bonnie’s labia lips clamping around him, squeezing him tight as she climaxed. She gripped him with her pussy just long enough to orgasm, just before his torso and head popped free of her folds. He had a brief moment of freedom before Alysha sucked him in, pulling his feet down into her throat and wrapping her lips around his midsection.

Alysha leaned back from between Bonnie’s parted legs, her chin wet with a mix of Bonnie’s juices and her own drool. Her mouth was full of the “lucky” boy who’d gotten to fuck Bonnie. She peeked down at Bonnie’s open labia lips and the pink tunnel he’d been trapped within. She saw a few tiny globs of cum within her before she tilted her head back, allowing gravity to drop the rest of the boy in, and swallowed, feeling the boy struggling as his pussy-slick body slid down her throat and into her belly to join the four other boys she’d eaten so far.

Bonnie ran her finger over her pussy, circling her clit as she watched Alysha swallow the boy. She felt a warm sense of contentment in the aftermath of her orgasm. She waited for the bulge running down Alysha’s throat to pass down into her belly before tugging on Alysha’s hand. “Ready for another round?”, she asked with a wink. Alysha grinned and leaned down between Bonnie’s legs, her tongue ready and eager to taste more of Bonnie.

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Chapter 5: Lei’s Punishment

Mabel lounged back on the sofa with her top rolled up from her pudgy belly, resting her phone on her bare stomach as she digested the half dozen boys she’d eaten. With the sound of Bonnie and Alysha’s moans blending with the gurgles of her belly in the background, she was taking a break and scrolling through the sorority’s photo gallery, seeing maw-shots of each girl as they swallowed a boy (or two simultaneously in her case).

She burrowed a hand beneath her cheer skirt and under in her panties, lightly caressing her clit as she got off on the images. She saw Bonnie’s mischievous smile wrapped around a pair of legs, Catherine slurping up a pair of arms, Alysha eating one head-first, AJ dangling a boy over her open mouth, and pics of herself with both cheeks bulging out. But she didn’t see any of Bailey or Lei. Glancing around, she saw Bailey and AJ talking with Catherine in the corner, presumably about Bailey’s lack of boy-eating. But what about Lei?

She perched herself up on her elbows to get a better look around the room, catching sight of a black braid perched over a wall of cushions. With a reluctant sigh, she withdrew her hand from her panties, tugged down her top over her large belly, and got to her feet. She tip-toed over to the pillow fort as quietly as her portly frame would allow. Peeking over the top, she saw Lei huddled in a ball and toying with an upturned planet pot.

“Whatcha doin’?”, Asked Mabel, smiling mischievously.

“Oh! Nothing! W-what are you doing here?”, squeaked Lei as she immediately slid the plant pot behind her.

“I was just looking over the selfie pics, and noticed you didn’t have one.” Mabel raised a questioning eyebrow in her best Sherlock impersonation. Lei’s cheeks went a deathly white.

“But I’m sure you took a boy earlier...?”, Continued Mabel, enjoying the interrogation. She leaned forward onto the wall of cushions, but they weren’t built to handle her weight. She fell, tumbling forward in a hail of pillows that flung in all directions. She landed heavily on Lei, the two of them sprawling across the floor. As Mabel struggled on top of Lei, trying to push herself back to her feet, her outstretched hand knocked over the upended plant pot and revealed a tiny cowering boy underneath.

“Ah ha!”, yelled Mabel, reaching out and snatching up the teenage boy before he could flee. She rolled off Lei while holding the boy clasped tightly in her hands. With a satisfied grunt, she sat upright and looked to Lei.

Lei looked back with wide eyes, “please… Mabel, it’s not how it looks! I tried… but he’s so big!”

Mabel ignored Lei, yelling, “Catherine! We have a SHIRKER!” This caught the attention of everyone in the room.

Over in another corner of the room, Catherine held up her finger to Bailey, silencing her. “We’ll finish this later.” She walked towards Mabel. En route, she took a peek into the box and was amused to find that a couple boys were trying to escape, one stepping on the other’s shoulders.

Cole and Ashton, a couple of athletic youths, had heard enough. They weren’t going to sit idly by until it was their turns to get crammed down some woman’s throat. They waited until there seemed a bit of relative quiet and when they detected no one was nearby, then set their plan in motion. Ashton had climbed up Cole’s broad shoulders, but he was still a bit short of the edge of the box. He was contemplating a jump when a shadow crept over him. 

Catherine picked up the box, giving it a good shake, causing Ashton to fall from Cole’s shoulders and scraping up his knees on the rough material while the other boys were sent rolling around. Cole had somewhat amazingly kept his balance and glared up at the giantess, yelling, “You bitch!” Catherine flicked Cole in the chest, sending him sprawling. She waved her finger at him, saying “settle down”, then plucked up Ashton. She appraised him for a couple moments, then popped him straightaway into her mouth headfirst. In his excitement and helplessness at his imminent demise, Ashton painted her taste buds with his small load. Catherine ignored the twitching boy on her tongue, polishing him off in two quick gulps as she walked over to Lei and Mabel.

“What’s going on here?”, Catherine asked.

“Lei didn’t swallow her boy!”, replied Mabel before Lei could respond.

“I…I just didn’t want to hurt him”, Lei finally copped to her true feelings. She protested, “He’s just a little boy.” 

Catherine folded her arms under her chest, looking down disapprovingly at Lei. “You know the rules...” Lei’s head dropped and she timidly nodded. “If you can’t eat a boy orally…”, she snapped her fingers and pointed to the nearest empty coffee table. Lei reluctantly got to her feet, walked over, and bent over it. She presented her small round ass, held snugly in a pair of white denim pants.

“Please… I can-”, begged Lei, looking up at Catherine with a trembling lower lip. 

“Shush!”, said Catherine, placing her finger on Lei’s lips. She laid her hand on the back of Lei’s head, sliding down over her braid to her spine and then her slim waist. Catherine curled her fingers under Lei’s top and began tugging it, pulling it up and over Lei’s head as her chest lay pressed against the table.

Catherine twisted the top around, creating a makeshift rope that she wrapped around Lei’s wrists. She pulled Lei’s arms over the end of the table and tied them to a table leg. As Lei continued to whimper, Catherine unbuttoned Lei’s pants and pulled them down, leaving her porcelain ass perched off the edge of the table, clad only in a thin band of white lace.

Mabel watched every act from the side, with Bailey and AJ standing alongside her.

“What’s Catherine going to do to her?”, whispered AJ to Mabel.

“You’ll see...”, replied Mabel with a giggle.

With Lei restrained, Catherine took a moment to soak in the moment. She smirked down at the disobedient girl. She slowly curled her forefinger under Lei’s panties. She lifted them up… then let them snap back against Lei’s flawless ass, causing her to yelp in surprise.

Catherine looked to Mabel, “would you like to do the honors?”

Mabel nodded and stepped forward. Holding the tiny boy in one hand, she used the other to roll Lei’s panties down, leaving them wrapped around her upper thighs. She unfurled her fingers, looking down at the tiny boy cowering there. She opened her mouth and slipped out her large tongue, letting it hang from her lips as she lifted the boy closer… He squirmed in her palm, trying to stay away as she ran her tongue roughly across his entire body, coating him in drool. With her other hand, she prodded at Lei’s ass cheeks, nudging them aside to reveal her tiny puckered asshole nestled between.

“No, please”, cried Lei and the boy in unison. Both were ignored as Mabel lowered the boy down near to Lei’s ass, nudging him towards her. He struggled in Mabel’s grasp, trying to escape as she pushed him butt-first under Lei’s asshole. The tight little hole puckered and expanded, threatening to suck him in. The boy faltered in his attempt at escape. Lei, feeling the boy near her anus, rolled her hips, her pelvis rotating down. Her vaginal opening thus came right down on top of the boy and he entered the slick canal head-first, putting his hands up to brace himself just as he realized his plight the split-second that his torso penetrated her. His cries were abruptly cut off as her labia lips inhaled his torso fully and continued, wrapping around his thighs, leaving just a pair feet poking out when Lei realized what she had done and lifted slightly off the table.

Bailey looked shocked while AJ gasped in excitement. Catherine stepped away for a moment, returning with her purse from which she pulled out a medium-sized black dildo with a large bulbous head. She handed it to Mabel, who hovered it over Lei’s pussy. The feet knocked helplessly against the dildo as he tried to get out, oblivious to what was coming next. With no warning, Mabel thrust the dildo into Lei, causing her to gasp in a mix of pleasure and shock and causing the squirming little boy to completely disappear from view. Mabel face contorted in her effort as she twisted the dildo and screwed it deeper into Lei’s vagina, forcing the boy within deeper, until finally Lei’s tortured pussy lips sealed around the base of the dildo, leaving just the small hook perched between her ass cheeks.

The surrounding girls watched her in silence, their cheeks flushed as they each imagined how it must feel to have their pussy stretched full of a struggling boy. It was one thing to take a dick, but quite another to have a complete person in there, their limbs flailing in every direction. Lei’s ass cheeks wobbled from side to side, whether from arousal or because of the struggles of the boy within.

After a few moments, Bailey looked to Catherine, “h-how long do we leave her… like that?”

Catherine shrugged. “I’d say about a half hour or so? We’ll check on her later. For now, Lei, you aren’t allowed to let him out! At all. Now, let’s use the remaining boys for that game I talked to you and AJ about earlier. A half dozen should be just perfect.”

Lei mumbled an inaudible reply as her mind drowned in arousal. She had no inclination to kill any boys, least of all the one she had selected, but there was no denying how good he felt squirming for his life within her most private and sensitive parts.

Feeling thoroughly satisfied, Mabel started snapping photos of Lei prone over the table with her bare ass shaking in the air with the dildo hook poking from between her ass cheeks. This was a suitable substitute, she’d save these photos to look over tonight alone in bed...

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Chapter 6: Fear Pong

Ian sat alone in his corner of the box. Only a handful of boys remained with all the boys from the Alfredo bowl all devoured. One by one, he’d seen his schoolmates picked up, toyed with, and eventually eaten by the cavorting sorority sisters. No amount of begging, threatening, reasoning, or pleading had made any difference. If a boy was heard at all, it was only to taunt him prior to dropping him into an open mouth. Like the others in the box, he couldn't see what was happening to their mates that had been deposited into the sauce bowl, but he could hear all the slurping and squelching sounds as well as the screams. As more and more boys were devoured, the screaming became less and less prevalent. All was now quiet within the box as each boy hoped beyond hope that the sorority sisters had forgotten about them so that they could live but just a little longer. Even Cole, who had tried to escape earlier, just whimpered as he sat by himself, rubbing his chest which had turned a shade of pink after Catherine had flicked him hard with her finger earlier.

Ian would never have believed the small group of sorority sisters could have gotten through his entire class of friends in a single afternoon, but it appeared they were well on their way to making it happen. He thought he’d have days to escape, but these girls were ravenous. The more they ate, the more they wanted. He’d only survived this long by remaining passive whenever a girl came to pick her next meal. He’d quickly realized they preferred the livelier boys, so if he remained still in the corner of the box then he was left alone. He knew that strategy wouldn’t last much longer given the dwindling prospects left in the box, but It had given him the time to expand the hole in the box just large enough to squeeze through. He didn’t know how long he had before another girl came to finish off the box’s contents, and he didn’t plan to wait and find out.

He took one last glance at the nearly empty box – just 5 other boys remained and they all tried to plaster themselves to the walls in an effort to blend in. He shuddered on seeing the gobs of drool and specks of mayo, Alfredo, and BBQ sauce on the floor. On the walls, he saw the dents where some boys had unsuccessfully attempted to punch their way out. This was all the evidence that remained of his friends, it was like they’d never existed. He could barely believe all those guys, boys he’d grown up with and known for years, were all in the bellies of those girls right now. It was hard to be sure without his glasses, but he didn’t think any of the remaining five were boys he considered a real friend. He thought he recognized Russ and Pete, whom he knew to be a couple of jokesters, the class klowns, but he couldn’t be sure as they clung to the box and he had only a side view of them. He started wondering if any of those taken were still alive, slowly dissolving in stomach acid, but quickly put a stop to that line of thought. The idea made him feel nauseous.

With terror spurring him on, he turned to the hole he’d made and began squeezing himself through as quietly as he could. He didn’t want any of the others to know, lest they make a run for it and give him away. Better that they find out on their own later, if at all, once he’d made good on his escape. The rough edges scratched his chest as he squirmed through it, but he took little notice of it. He was almost through! He couldn’t stop now… He heard the footsteps of a girl approaching and redoubled his efforts. He kicked his legs and with a last push, fell through the whole and onto the wooden table.

A large shadow crept across the table as a woman leaned over the box. The remaining boys cowered, believing they were about to be eaten. Ian hid himself under the outer flap of the box. The woman turned away, yelling “My goodness ladies, we’re almost out of boys already? I thought we had more left? We need six to have one for each of for Fear Pong...but”, she shifted the box to try to detect any movement in case her eyes missed one, “… there’s only five left”

AJ jaunted speedily over to the table to join Catherine, leaving her sisters several feet behind her in her wake. “Let me see, mother”, she said, referring to Catherine by her chosen title, even though she was only a couple years older. An idea had formed, a twisted, sadistic idea involving Bailey and her kid brother. She leaned over the box, shielding the contents from Catherine with one arm, while she moved her free hand under her sweater and retrieved Elliot from her bra. She sneakily dropped Elliot into the box. “Mother, I think you’ve miscounted, there are six boys left”, she said as she withdrew her hand from the box and nodded down at it.

With a frown, Catherine peered back into the box. Indeed, there were six boys left, although one looked a bit tinier than the rest. He jumped up and down, screaming, “Help me! Help me!” Elliot didn’t know if the woman could hear him, so he yelled as loud as his tiny lungs would allow, ”I'm Elliot, Bailey's brother. I’m not even in this class…”

Catherine’s head slowly rose from the box, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You naughty girl", she whispered with an approving nod. Stepping back, she said loudly to AJ, “Sister, will you do the honors of carrying the box to the Play Room?”

Relieved that she’d received Catherine’s unstated blessing, AJ responded, “Certainly, mother. It will be my pleasure”.

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Nobody had seen Ian hurl himself between the bowls of Alfredo and BBQ after AJ had snatched up the box. He watched as all the women followed the lead of the regal woman and AJ as they walked towards another room. One of the sisters, the chunky blond-haired woman was putting some of her clothing back on, fiddling and adjusting with it as she walked. Behind them padded the semi-shrunk Bonzo. Ian cursed under his breath at the boy who had gotten them all into this mess in the first place. He had never really trusted Bonzo, but had given into the temptation of being with an older woman and joined the gathering at the very last minute. Ian looked around the room. Back from the direction the other women had come from, he saw an Asian girl stretched out nude over a table, her wrists tied to the table leg. Looking across the room, Ian saw the redheaded girl leaning back on a sofa, her top pulled up to her neck and her pants down by her ankles as the dark skinned girl’s frizzy hair poked from between her knees. The redhead was moaning loudly.

With a sigh and a grunt, the chubby redhead sat up, pushing the head that was between her legs up. She looked disappointed when she said to her erstwhile lover, “we’d better join them. Mother will be upset if we linger.” The two got up gingerly from the sofa. The redhead like the chunky blond before, adjusted her attire, rolling her shirt back over her abundant wobbling breasts, stepping back into her panties and affixing her skirt. As the two women walked past the Asian girl, the redhead slapped her on the ass and wriggled the dildo poking out from between her cheeks, causing a muffled shriek from the restrained girl.

Waiting for the last redhead and the black girl to walk past, and with the sound of continued squeals from the Asian girl filling the room, Ian resumed his escape. He crawled around the bowls of condiments, avoiding the random spillings across the table top. He made it to the edge of the table and looked down. It was only a yard or so, which would be nothing at his normal height, but it now descended a terrifying eight or nine times his height. The carpet did look thick and bouncy, however, and that gave him some hope of cushioning the fall. He felt a brief wave of vertigo at the drop. He told himself it’d be fine, even if he was smaller, it shouldn’t hurt any more than if he fell the distance normal-sized.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and leapt. He felt his stomach-flip in freefall for a moment before impacting the carpet and tumbling across it. He’d made it! It hadn’t even hurt… almost; he rubbed his knee. But now wasn’t the time to celebrate, he got to his feet and began running for the nearest sofa, the one upon which the redhead and dark-skinned girl had engaged in a passionate tryst. Safely hidden under the heaving sofa, Ian took a few moments to catch his breath. The staircase to freedom was just a bit ahead, he was so close and the girls were all occupied. It was possible He could make it!

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”Rack’em”.

“Alright, grab the boys, we can’t play without them”, Catherine ordered.

The setup was complete. Both sides of the ping-pong table had a set of 10 cups, arranged like bowling pins, 1-2-3-4 (the first cup closest to the net), with one boy in a cup in each row and the first row containing an empty cup. The cups were set close to the next on either side, to allow the sisters to use the back portion of the table on their respective sides hit their ping-pong serves. Catherine stood at the front of one side of the table, with Alysha and AJ behind her. On the other side were Bonnie, Mabel and Bailey, in that order. AJ had purposefully matched herself up against Bailey, having switched places with Alysha when she saw Bailey retreat to the third spot in order. Unbeknownst to Bailey (although not to Catherine), AJ was a ringer with a ping-pong paddle.

“OK ladies, here are the rules”, Catherine instructed, “in case any of you have forgotten. When it’s your serve, the ball must make contact with the front of the table on our side before it goes over the net. If you miss a shot, you must drink from one of the ‘empty’ cups on your side…and by that, I mean one with only liquid in it. However, if you make a shot into an ‘occupied’ cup, one containing a shrunken boy, the sister on the other side must drink up. If you make your ball into an ‘empty’ cup, you simply skip your turn. We play until one team runs out of cups or until all the boys on one side have been swallowed. If a team runs out of cups or loses all their boys, they lose. At the end, the victors get control of the remaining cups and can choose to drink them or have the opponents drink them, or you might even decide to keep the leftover boys as little pets.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad”, whispered Bonnie to the others.”I’d almost rather lose than win.”Bonnie liked beer almost as much as eating up the tiny males. Mabel nodded her concurrence, though Bailey was noncommittal.

“One last thing”, Catherine added, “if a ball lands in a cup with a boy, they’ll be given a small timeframe, say a half second, to expel the ball. If they do so in time, than the shot is considered a miss. That will give them a chance to live, Do you hear that little ones?”, she said, peering into each of the cups on her side which contained a boy. She waited until each of them nodded their understanding.

“Um, mother, how will we know if they got the ball out in time?”, Mabel inquired, her tone mild to ensure it didn’t sound like she was questioning the president.

“That’s simple. I will judge”, Catherine responded. No one challenged that.

Elliot was beside himself. He’d been the last one to get placed. He’d watched the others get snatched up, one at a time. For a brief moment, he’d thought they had forgot about him until that evil girl, AJ, had plucked him up with both hands and dropped him in a cup, submerging him for what seemed like a minute (though it was in reality just several seconds), pressing down on his head as he fought to somehow get his sister’s attention. “Bailey, blrggh…!”, he started before he was dunked. He sensed she was here somewhere, but he hadn’t heard her voice in awhile or been able to see much with how he was roughly handled.

He came up sputtering and tried to catch his breath when she finally removed her finger from above him. The liquid, which smelled very strong to him, came up past his shoulders, to his neck, with the top of the cup rising a further few feet (to him) above his head. He knew from his short stint in the box that he’d been shrunk down smaller than the others. If they were between 3 and 4 inches tall, he must only be about 1.5 inches, or half their size. At his relatively smaller size, if a ball landed in his cup, he didn’t know if he’d be able to get it out quickly enough. He looked up at the white material of the walls – they were solid and smooth plastic; it would be impossible for him to scale to the top. He tried to move his body in an effort to shake the cup or create a water force which might tip it, but he came to the conclusion that he was just too small and didn’t have near the strength required. The density of the liquid was too heavy for him. He started to call out again for Bailey, when…

“You ladies get first shot,” Catherine called out.

Elliot heard a sharp crack, then saw a streak of bright neon orange fly above through the sky. There was the sound of plastic clunking against plastic before he heard the ball land on the table and roll away from the cups.  “Awww…”, said Bonnie, disappointed in her miss. From the direction that the ball went came a cheer in response. It was only a light cheer, but Elliot realized the constant murmur and occasional cheers would drown out any sounds by him or the other boys. These women were just too wound up and boisterous. Even the breathing of the girls on his side sounded loud to him. “Drink, drink, drink”, chanted the women on the other side of the net. The sound of gulping could be heard, then a cup being squashed and tossed aside.

There was another serve, the sound slightly muted as it came from the other side of the table. There was the sound of plastic hitting plastic somewhere behind him before a small splash could be heard. He heard a muffled yell, “No. Oh no!” followed by a cheer.

“Score!”, said Catherine’s voice. “Drink up.” He felt a whoosh nearby, then the sound of gulping, including a particularly hard gulp, before a cup being tossed could be heard throughout the room.

“My turn”, Mabel announced. The sound of the ping pong serve was heard. The next sound was the ball hitting the table. “Drats!”, exclaimed Mabel. Ping-pong was not her forte. Another cheer to drink came from the other side, followed by the familiar sound of gulping and cup toss.

If it was possible, an even deeper sense of dread filled Elliot’s innards. The uneasiness spread through him as he knew it was the other side of the table’s turn to throw the ball into a cup. If the ball landed in his cup, he was a goner. Although he knew it was wrong, he hoped they would aim for the remaining boy on his side.

For the moment, he seemed to have gotten his wish, as the serve sent the white ball sailing over his cup and it clanged off the side of the plastic cup and fell into one with a splash. This one must not have contained a boy as there was no frantic screaming. “Dammit!”, he heard the girl (Alysha) exclaim, followed by cheers on his side of the table to drink. “Alright”, the girl said. He heard the distant sound of gulping, followed by a cup toss.

“Your turn Bailey”, said AJ loudly.

Elliot’s heart leapt. His sister was there. Perhaps there was reason to hope. He jumped up and down in the alcoholic bath, creating ripples that flowed concentrically to the sides of the cup. He yelled as loud as he could, “Bailey! Save me! I’m down here!”

At the same time, AJ was taunting the girl, moving and swaying as she leaned over her side of the table near Bailey’s target cups and made faces at her. The effect was to distract Bailey’s focus as well as piss her off. AJ was something of a rival, she and Bailey comprising the two best-looking pledges of the group. Bailey served…her shot clinked the top of a cup, than trickled in. There were a couple cheers, followed by some “oooh”s, as the boy within was able to push the ball out quickly.

“Darn. So close”, mocked AJ. “Drink up.”

Furious, Bailey picked up an unpopulated cup and downed it’s contents rapidly. In fact, too fast. Not being much of a drinker, and without much in her belly (just the one shrunken boy from earlier and a sugar cookie from just after lunch, both in stages of digestion), Bailey belched and leaned over the table, feeling light-headed.

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Chapter 7: Ian’s Face-to-face with Dr Cooper

Ian had ventured forth multiple times only to retreat when a loud cheer erupted from the other room. But he knew time was running short. Across from him, Lei’s moans had increased in intensity for several minutes, slowly building to a crescendo. Hearing Lei’s cry take on a higher pitch as she climaxed, Ian decided to finally make his move, sprinting towards the staircase. His tiny feet carried him as swiftly as they could, but at his height, it was still a fair distance. He couldn’t have known the source of the woman’s screams was that the shrunken boy, in an attempt to escape, had squirmed right into her cervix.

After what felt an eternity, he reached the first step and realized how his troubles were only just beginning. He hadn’t truly appreciated the size of it relative to his new height. Each step was higher than he was, he’d need to leap up and pull himself up each time. This wasn’t going to be easy, and it was going to take some time. But with visions of his friends last terrified expressions as they disappeared between so many pairs of feminine lips, he started climbing.

He got to the fourth step before he heard a sharp clack above him, then another, and another. The stairs wobbled as the sound grew louder. BANG! A stiletto heel came down beside him to his right. BANG! A second heel landed to his left. They stopped…

With a growing sense of dread, Ian’s gaze ran up the heels, seeing a pair of slim ankles in stockings. Following up the shapely calves, he saw a thick pair of thighs that disappeared into the shadow of a pencil skirt directly above him. He saw she was wearing a black blouse with white polka dots. If he squinted, he could just make out the faint band of light skin where the stockings ended and the woman’s lace panties began, but it was something of a blur to him without his glasses. In an almost hypnotic trance, Ian was so distracted defining the shapely outline of the woman’s labia lips through her panties that he didn’t notice the face looking back at him. She was older than the sorority girls, seemingly in her 40s, with her hair tied back in a neat bun. She stared directly at him, her thick pink-glossed lips scowling.

Ian froze, like a deer in headlights, as the woman reached down and plucked him from between her feet. She dangled him in front of her low-cut blouse, giving him a clear view down her plump cleavage. She cradled him with her hand, his legs straddling her index finger as his butt lay at the end of her palm as she turned his body to look him over. Ian began to cry – he had come so close. Behind him, the woman’s lips began to purse into an amused smirk.

“What have I told those girls was our most important rule?”, she said softly to herself. “No escapees!” The woman lifted Ian up further, above her head, and he realized it was Dr Madeleine Cooper. He cursed his luck and for not recognizing her sooner. He’d fallen prey to the same eye-trap so many male interviewers did, gazing between those large breasts of hers and up her skirt. He felt his stomach quake in fear, realizing there would be no reasoning with her; she didn’t see him as a boy, she saw him as food. Or maybe she saw all boys as food?

She opened her mouth wide, her nude pink lipstick like a bulls-eye outline of his destination. He looked down into her maw, seeing her tongue waggle in anticipation of her meal. He kicked his legs idly in the air and tried to inch down her finger so that he could make another leap to the carpet, even while knowing it was hopeless. He had to fight, he couldn’t let her turn him into an idle meal!

Dr Cooper dropped him. He let out a brief panicked squeal before he was caught in her mouth, his legs sliding down her tongue and into her throat. She closed her lips around his head, sealing him inside. Her tongue held his body like the softest mattress he’d ever tried, supporting every part of his nude body as it lifted him up against the roof of her mouth. She rubbed him back and forth, his tiny dick bumping against every ridge in her mouth. He himself not to get aroused, but his dick had a different opinion. Still, he tried to think of a way out, maybe he could trigger her gag reflex? He tried to kick his legs towards her hanging uvula.

His ears were flooded with the wet squelching of her tongue around him before a deep rumble came up through her throat, a sensual moan, as she enjoyed tasting him. His struggles just provided more flavor for her. He wanted to be angry, to be a fighter, but despair filled him as he realized there was nothing he could do. He was just a tiny prey, and she was a huge predator. He was helpless against her.

After a few more licks and strokes of her tongue, she swallowed. He felt the tight confines around him tighten further as he was squeezed down into her throat. His hardening dick was forced up against his waist as he slid down. He tried to grab hold of something, anything, but it was all so wet and slippery.

He wriggled his feet as they entered her throat, feeling the warm empty air beneath him. He felt each ring of muscle of her throat squeeze around his calves, then his thighs, his hips, and finally his chest as more of him slipped down into her throat. Each ring of muscle contracted and released in sequence, forcing him ever downwards toward her belly.

He endured the intense compressions all around him as he was squeezed down the fleshy tube, with his feet eventually entering a larger space. He wriggled his toes, unsuccessfully trying to find the bottom, before his legs, hips, and chest slid through too and he dropped into the stomach.

The acrid aroma of her stomach acids made him gag. He rubbed his face and was surprised that he could still see. The fleshy walls had a faint red glow, faintly illuminating the space. He wished it didn’t, as to his horror he saw laying face-down in the rising stomach acid were two more male students as nude as he was. He cried to crawl back away from them, but his legs just sank into the soft flesh underneath him. With no way to hold himself steady, he lost his balance, rolling around within the stomach, bumping and rubbing over the bodies of the other students. Everything was slick with stomach acid, causing his skin to tingle as it began to slowly digest him.

With a sense of panic, he realized this as how his life would end, inside the belly of a predatory psychopath. Would anyone even look for him or would they just accept whatever sham explanation was offered for his disappearance? He wondered how many other boys had met their end like this, inside Dr. Cooper’s belly. Was this the future? As much as this horrified him, he felt his dick growing harder. He squirmed within the fleshy cavern, rolling himself over so he could grasp his shaft. He remembered the sight of Dr Cooper’s plump round breasts, fed on a diet of boy-meat. He was going to be a part of that… he started jerking himself off.

Madeleine gave her belly a soft pat as made it into the basement, where she glanced at Lei, tied up with a dildo sticking out from between her rump. “These girls”, she murmured, shaking her head. The boisterous sounds of the sorority girls from the other direction got her attention.

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Chapter 8: Elliot Gets Flush New Odds on Survival

Elliot’s head was on a swivel as he shivered in the cool liquid. He knew the game was nearing it’s completion and he’d already endured two close calls, the first when AJ’s first shot skimmed the top of his cup before landing in a vacant cup, forcing AJ to drink for her miss, the second when the ball had actually circled within the inside of his cup before the spin and centrifugal force made is pop out. He’d heard AJ curse and got the distinct impression that she was gunning for him, to force his sister to eat him.

By the end of the second round, three more boys had been gulped down. Bailey’s team was down to only three cups compared to Catherine’s five, but they had evened the score at 2-2 when it came to drinking up shrunken boys. Uncannily, the only players not to score a boy were Bailey and AJ.

Each of the other four sisters missed. Now Bailey was under pressure. If she missed now, they would lose the game. But if she made the last shot, her team would win and they would choose what to do with the boy, whether to keep him as a sexual pet or devour him like the others. Feeling more than slightly inebriated, having drunk two cups full of beer, which she did not like the taste of, she had low expectations that she could make a shot now, with the dwindling cups and just one boy to target. She was not looking forward to drinking one, may be two more cupfills, nor did she care to scarf down the remaining target boy. The idea of a small pet or two sounded like a good idea to her at the present time.

Taking the paddle, she gripped it with a shaking hand. Mabel tossed her the orange ball. Here goes nothing, she thought, trying to blank out all negative thoughts.

‘Click’.

‘Splash’.

It was a direct hit. The shrunken boy (Russ), had been crying and was yelling for his parents. He had seen the orange ball making a bee-line for his cup and his first inclination was to duck under the surface so as to avoid contact. It was a poor and fateful choice. The ball splashed just above him and he didn’t think to try to push it out. The idea struck him too late as he swiveled his body and emerged from the frothy liquid and tried to toss the orange cylinder out. He had to act NOW!

A cheer went up from Bonnie and Mabel. “Score!”, yelled Mabel. “Woohoo! You did it, girl!”, said Bonnie. Bailey stumbled and was forced to lean with her elbow on the table, causing it to shake the table slightly. She couldn’t believe it – she had made the winning shot. Regaining her balance, she turned to high-five her partners.

In his cup, the slight shake for the giantesses had more impact on him, causing him to drop the orange cylinder as he lifted it above his head in an attempt to heave it out. The ball fell from his hands and landed on his back and into the liquid.

AJ peered down into the cup and saw the crying boy. Like Bailey, she was shocked the girl had made the shot. There was only one thing to do. Picking up the cup, she said flippantly, “bottoms up”, brought the cup up to her tilting face and gobbled the boy down head-first. She felt him swim down her gullet along with the liquid. “Ahhhh”, she breathed out, and slammed the cup down on the table. She had enjoyed both the beer and the squirming boy.

The winning girls continued to congratulating each other. Bailey decided the time was right to put forth her request. “Sisters”, she said to Mabel and Bonnie, “would you mind if we keep the last one as a pet?”

“Sure”, answered Mabel. “Of course!”, Bonnie added, “you hit the winning shot, so if you wanna keep the little guy, that’s fine by me.”

Happy with their responses, Bailey leaned to peer into the last cup to see what her pet shrunken boy looked like. She hoped he was one of the cute ones she’d noticed earlier.

Catherine held up her palm, her voice firm, “Hold on sisters.” Bailey paused to give the sorority president her attention. “We will be permitted a chance to tie, since you went first. AJ will get one final chance to make a shot. If she misses, you may carry on as you desire.”

Elliot, who had leapt a couple feet (relative to his size) in his beer bath and pumped his fist just a few moments earlier at the prospect of his sister finding him was now feeling uncertain. Well, she has missed twice already. The chances are, she will miss again, he tried to console himself. And if she misses, Bailey will discover me and she’ll find a way to fix this. Of course, she’ll make me swear to never utter a word of this to anyone, and I won’t.

The smirk on AJ’s face was unmistakable. Yes, she had missed twice. Closely. But she was not one to lack for confidence. The few drinks had no effect on her. It just took a bit of focus. She took a deep breath as she held the white ball up against her paddle. Then, clack and…

Elliot had been prepared for the worst for some time. He was ready when the ball came flying straight into his cup, he caught it up against his chest. He quickly prepared to toss it out. Strange pressures arise when people are put into do-or-die situations. Some rise to the occasion and are at their best. Some fail spectacularly. Elliot was neither of those. He tossed the ball out…

But being relatively small, he had a bit higher a hurdle to accomplish. His toss, a good one, clipped the top of the cup, slid along the ridge, and trickled back in. Some people are just unlucky.

There was a cheer from the other side of the table. “Drink”, ordered AJ.

With a ‘hmphf’, Bailey picked up the cup. She was not feeling well, but she noticed thankfully after plucking the ping pong ball out of the cup that this boy was pretty tiny compared to the rest. It would be no problem gulping him down. Something about him seemed familiar. He was super excited and pleading, but in her current tipsy state, she couldn’t be bothered to think too deeply about it. All the boys they’d eaten were like that. She wasted no time in tipping the cup and gulping down it’s contents.

‘Gluck’, ‘gluck’, ‘gulp’, ‘gulch’, “Ahhhh…”. She'd hardly noticed the shrinky’s attempt to grab her tongue on the way down and was only faintly aware of a flash as Mabel took a selfie of her drinking from the side.

For a few moments, she felt fine. But just when the relief at completing the game trickled into mind, the fluttering in her belly kicked in…and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Covering her mouth, she bolted from the table in an urgent need to find the nearest bathroom, shoving a smiling AJ out of the way.

AJ exchanged a sheepish grin with Catherine as they watched Bailey bolt from the room, a look like she’d swallowed a mouse contorting her normally pretty features. AJ covered her mouth to keep her mirth in check. The other sisters looked at her, wondering why she was taking pleasure at seeing their sister in such distress.

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Bailey barely noticed Dr Cooper as she scooted past. She barely had time to make it into the basement bathroom, set her glasses on the counter and lift the toilet lid and seat before she retched violently into porcelain bowl. Out came everything she’d consumed in the last couple hours. This included the well-digested remains of the first boy she’d eaten as well as a living, but shell-shocked boy, very lively but covered in her gastric juices as well as alcohol.

Bailey knelt over the bowl, slobber dripping from her mouth. She paid no attention to the little ones yelling up at her as they scrambled around in the bowl. She heaved a couple more times, mostly dry, but it somehow felt better to her afterward. She took a sheet of toilet paper and wiped the drool from her mouth, than tossed it into the toilet bowl. With blurry vision, she saw movement below, but the shrunken boy no longer appealed to her appetite or sexuality. In fact, the idea of eating a person she’d vomited up sounded repugnant to her and she wasn’t thinking clearly enough to consider washing it and keeping it as a temporary pet. “Ugh..”, she muttered as she leaned over the bowl – the smell was putrid. There was only one thing to do. Wait, might as well since I’m already here. She’d felt the urge to pee since before the beer pong game. Placing the seat back down, she pulled down her pants and panties to her ankles.

Finding her phone from her pants pocket, she began to fiddle through some texts as she tinkled for a short duration. She could hear the muffled squeaks coming from under her ass, but ignored them, as they weren’t loud enough for her to understand what it was saying. No doubt, it was pleading for it’s life. Once, she thought she heard the word ‘Elliot’, but dismissed it. Must be one of my brother’s little friends, she reasoned. After a couple minutes more, she sighed. After a quick wipe, she stood up, still viewing her phone, and flushed, remotely aware of the tiny naked form swirling within the dissipating yellow current. She thought she heard a squeal from the shrinky before it disappeared through the drainage hole. It sounded like a ‘wheeeeee’. The idea of a tiny boy enjoying a ride in the toilet bowl tickled her funny bone. She flipped the toilet lid back down. 

She was immediately feeling much better, but had a strong desire to flop on her comfy bed, both to shake off the effects of the alcohol in her system and to avoid the chiding that she expected AJ and possibly more of her sisters would be giving her. Hearing her brother’s name triggered her to think of him. She was just grateful her little brother hadn’t seen her like this. It would be so embarrassing and how would she explain it? She felt it would likely have ruined their trustful bond and she couldn’t bear the thought.

The End ??