In a busy bar, on a busy street, in a busy city, one would certainly expect an array of busy conversations to be taking place. That was certainly true for those inside The Leprechaun, but there was a conversation that many would find themselves listening closer to…

“No, for the last time Matt, I’m not shrinking you down and eating Rachel out. Just because I’m bi, it doesn’t mean it’s cute that you fetishize it and try to involve other people in our relationship!” a woman scolded, looking disdainfully at her husband sitting across from her at the high-table.

“But you two used to date, Chelsea! Doesn’t that make it a little more okay?” Matt argued, eliciting a further scowl from his wife.

“How would you feel if I said this about a man?” Chelsea raised, causing Matt to look away in defeat.

“I… wouldn’t like it…” he grumbled, annoyed by the rejection.

“I thought so. So stop asking.” Chelsea finalized, before jumping out of her skin.

“Jesus Rachel! You scared me!” she gasped, seeing a set of drinks settle on the table from behind her.

“Not my fault you’re always so uptight…” Rachel laughed as she made sure all the drinks weren’t going to tip.

“What were you talking about?” she inquired, noticing Matt’s defeated expression and Chelsea’s light blush.

“Nothing of importance.” Chelsea said firmly, directing her gaze at Matt who still wasn’t meeting her eyes.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom…” Matt sighed, walking off away from the two women as he looked around for the bathrooms.

“What’s going on? You two fighting?” Rachel asked, pulling out her seat and sitting down.

"Well… look, I'm gonna just tell you because you deserve to know. You know that shrinking and transformation app that came out a bit ago?" Chelsea began, looking towards her raven-haired friend

"Yeah, uChange. Pretty fun. What does that have to do with anything?" Rachel inquired, a confused expression on her face.

"Oh, you've used it? Well, regardless, ever since it came out, Matt has been really fucking creepy. He's been begging me to stick him on my tongue ring, and… eat out a girl…" Chelsea elaborated, getting a grin from Rachel.

"It's not funny!" Chelsea groaned, trying to get her friend to be serious. "I bet you won't like to hear YOU'RE the girl he was talking about…"

"Ew! That pervert!" Rachel shuddered, trying to escape her skin.

"Yeah. He thinks because we had a fling in the past that I should be completely okay with it, like being bi automatically makes me a swinger. It's demeaning…" Chelsea sighed, swirling her straw in her drink.

"And the app is like five-hundred bucks! We don't have that kind of change laying around, especially not for some weird kink…" she continued, a look of annoyance on her face.

"I'm sorry girl…" Rachel said with sympathy, grabbing Chelsea's hand.

"Just ignore him and have fun tonight!" she smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

"It's hard to do that when I wonder if my husband even thinks I'm worth all his attention…" Chelsea countered.

"Well…" Rachel began, before stopping. “No… that’s a little too much…"

“C’mon, you know I hate that. Say what you’re thinking.” Chelsea ordered, getting a smile from Rachel as she began to explain.

“How about you let him have what he wants?” Rachel suggested. Chelsea raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

“How does that fix this situation?” Chelsea asked, trying to figure out Rachel’s point.

“Well, why don’t you give him a scare? He’s so insistent on you doing this, the best way to get him to stop is to show him exactly why he shouldn’t want it.” Rachel continued.

Chelsea listened intently.

“Put him on your tongue-ring, and come back here tomorrow. Flirt around a little, give him a front row seat to what it’d be like if you were on the market. Say hi to some guys, touch em’ up a little…” Rachel explained, a tone of mischief in her voice.

“That’s practically cheating…” Chelsea countered, getting a laugh from Rachel.

“And wanting to be pushed up against some other girl’s pussy isn’t?” she retorted, taking a sip from her drink.

“That’s fair, I guess… but what about the fee? A five-hundred dollar lesson is a little too expensive…” Chelsea reasoned, getting a wave of the hand from Rachel.

“I have the app. I’ll just register Matt as a guest and set it up that way.” Racheal stated bluntly, pulling up the app and showing Chelsea.

“I don’t know Rachel, this is a crazy idea…” Chelsea hesitated, looking at the professional looking app.

“Think about it. Let Matt piss you off a little more then get back to me.” Rachel smirked, pulling her phone away and putting it in her bag.

Just as Chelsea was about to keep speaking, a third individual broke into the conversation.

“Hey ladies, sorry to bother you, just noticed you have an open spot at your table and you’re both looking awfully pretty tonight…” a gruff voice explained with suave charm, as the offending man took a seat with the two girls.

“Wow, bold move, uh…” Rachel began, not having the name to fill.

“Kevin. Name’s Kevin, and you two are?” Kevin replied, awaiting their response.

“I’m Rachel, a lesbian, so don’t go thinking I’m a target for your pickup games, and this is Chelsea, a married woman, although her husband is a dick, so feel free to take her off his hands…” Rachel grinned as she took another sip of her drink.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that; not the lesbian thing, that’s great, but the husband thing. Is he not here with you tonight?” Kevin asked, getting a shake of the head from Chelsea.

“No, he’s here, he’s just in the bathroom…’ Chelsea answered. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and looked at the charismatic mistaken-suitor.

He had fluffy dark hair, almost in a mullet from how long it was, breaking up a face of chiseled features, with strong eyebrows that gave a certain intensity to his eyes. His frame was muscular, indicating he likely worked a manual job, or frequented the gym. Chelsea wasn’t one for gym-bros, preferring more feminine men, but she couldn’t lie, the man was a hottie. He even dressed hot.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” a voice angrily shouted, breaking Chelsea out of her trance.

“Oh, honey, it’s not what you think, he didn’t know we…” Chelsea began, but her husband didn’t care to listen.

“Trying to hit on my girl?!” Matt yelled, pushing at Kevin. Kevin stood up, then backed away.

“Chill, man. We were just talking. I’ll get out of your hair…” Kevin replied, giving Matt a dirty look, then glancing at Chelsea. He winked, making her blush a little, before walking away.

“Yeah, fuck off.” Matt grumbled, pulling his seat back up and sitting next to the girls.

“Oh, my hero!” Rachel mocked, shooting Matt a disapproving glare.

“Matt, he was just talking with us. He was actually very nice…” Chelsea meekly explained, but Matt didn’t want to hear it.

“He was eyeing you up like crazy. I’m not about to let some dude make moves on my girl…” Matt argued, getting an eye roll from Rachel.

“But it’s fine if it’s a girl?” Rachel countered. Matt seemed confused.

“What are you talking about?” he said with a puzzled tone, looking at Chelsea. Chelsea looked at him with a gaze that made her thoughts clear. She wasn’t happy.

-

The door to the apartment clicked, as the key slid in the lock and turned, unlocking the door as the couple made their way inside.

“Well, I feel like that was a good night, right hun?” Matt laughed, smacking his wife on the ass as they walked into the living room.

“Stop doing that!” Chelsea yelled, rubbing her sore rear through her dress. She hated when he did that.

Matt simply laughed further, and threw himself onto the couch, kicking his feet up on the table and turning on the tv.

Chelsea paused for a moment, thinking long and hard. She looked at her brutish husband, not a care in the world for how he behaved, after embarrassing her in multiple ways during the night. A smile crept upon her face.

“Hey, honey… I want to talk about the idea you had…” she began, awaiting her husbands attention.

Matt immediately paused the TV, then turned towards Chelsea with a dumbfounded expression.

He gulped, then started to speak. “Uh… what about it?” he muttered with wide eyes.

“I think we should do it. And Rachel does too…” she smirked, causing Matt to cough.

“Oh, she does? Um… that’s great… uh… so it’s happening?” he asked, trying to hide how flustered he was.

“Yes it is, darling. As soon as tomorrow, if you’d like…” she said with a sultry tone, slowly stepping towards Matt with sensual steps.

“I mean… sure!” Matt responded excitedly, as his wife started to straddle him. “Jesus, I guess you’re excited too…”

“I am, very much so…” she breathed, starting to join their lips in a kiss.

-

“Alright, Rachel added me as a guest…” Matt muttered as Chelsea spoke to him from the bathroom.

“Oh, already? Guess she’s still up…” Chelsea replied as she brushed her teeth.

“Yeah, I’ve got to read the terms to accept…” Matt explained, pulling up the notice on the screen and reading it in depth.

“The user acknowledges that they forfeit all rights to their person, and will not be assisted by law enforcement in the event of kidnapping, injury or murder…” he began, a hint of awe and trepidation in his voice as he read through the terrifying rules.

“The user acknowledges that uChange is in no way responsible for the users life, and cannot be litigated for any reason…” he continued, nodding his head at the expectedness of that part.

“The user acknowledges that they cannot seek litigation against any individual who does them harm when transformed or reduced…” he read, nodding further.

“The user has read all of the above, and agrees to the full list of terms and conditions…” he finalized, not hesitating to check the box.

He watched as the app loaded, then pulled up a gigantic list of features and tabs.

“Holy shit… there’s so much you can do with this thing… I see why Rachel has it…” he mumbled, trying to read through the list.

“Transform into object… I don’t really want that…” he remarked, closing out of that tab and pulling up another.

“Ah, shrink, there you go… enhancement options… durability, oh, there’s a warning for this one… user acknowledges that they’ll be protected from most forms of bodily harm, however, in instances of acidic exposure, user acknowledges that durability will be rendered ineffective…” he noted, wondering what situation would possibly involve being exposed to acid at that size.

“Sensory sensitivity? Ah, an explanation… user will experience enhancement in their sensory perception in the senses of smell and taste…” he read, looking over his shoulder to make sure Chelsea wasn’t looking. 

“Enable that…” he grinned, thinking about how much it’d enhance the act.

The rest of the options were incredibly complicated, almost delving into medical terminology that a normal guy like him couldn’t begin to understand.

“Figure it out yet?” Chelsea asked, stepping into the room wrapped in her nightgown, taking a seat on the bed and looking at the phone with Matt.

“Yeah, I think I got the hang of it, should be all set.” Matt responded with a nervous smile. Even to this day, he couldn’t help but be enamored with his beautiful wife. Her dimples accentuated her always smiling face, and her elegant bob-cut brunette hair showed off the business-chic style she preferred to wear, fitting for her job as an office-worker. Her figure was deceptively curvy for how petite she was, making it irresistible to slap when he found himself behind her. Her skin was so pale it was almost porcelain, not bearing a single sign of blemishing despite her climb into her mid-thirties. He was lucky to have her.

“Well, that’s good. I’ll ask Rachel what a good time is to come over tomorrow. I have some glue lying around here somewhere to stick you onto my tongue ring. Is there anything else I’m forgetting?” Chelsea inquired, a loving smile on her face as she hopped into bed with her husband.

“Just yourself, honey…” Matt smiled back, giving his wife a peck on her cheek as she laid back in the bed, pulling the covers over her body.

“Oh, I’ll bring that…” she replied with a grin, Matt simply perceiving it as a hint of the fun plans she had in store for him.

Chelsea rolled over, facing away from Matt, as she began to drift off to sleep. It was imperceptible to her husband, but a slight giggle escaped her lips, as she too thought of the fun plans she had in store…

-

Matt paced back and forth at work, struggling hard to contain his excitement. Chelsea had been teasing him all day, texting him pictures of her tongue-ring and captioning them with things like “this is where you’ll be” and “waiting patiently.”

He was trying his hardest to not be hard, and getting close to failing. His wife was really leaning into this now, and it was a welcome change.

Suddenly, he got another text, but this time, it was from Rachel.

“Hope you’re ready, you little fucker. I talked with Chelsea, I’ll be over around seven tonight. Don’t bother responding, I won’t read it.” Rachel wrote, her bitchy attitude carrying through to her texting.

Matt grinned, Rachels attitude only adding to the fantasy. Now he just had to play the waiting game…

-

Matt finally pulled up to the apartment, his body trembling with excitement as he wondered what was in store for him. He left his car, then whistled happily as he jogged to the apartment, reaching the door and putting in his key. He turned it, then pushed the door open, being greeted by a surprising sight.

Rachel and Chelsea were laughing, exchanging conversation as they sat on the living room couch. They were both dolled up, with Chelsea in a flowy floral green sundress that contrasted her hair and hazel eyes beautifully along with a pair of white, strappy heels.

Rachel was wearing a far more revealing black dress, one that hugged her body tightly, as well as a matching pair of black stilettos. Her jet-black hair was like a void of shaggy curls hanging over her face, which was adorned in immaculate winged-eyeliner and blood-red lipstick.

“Ah, there you are…” Chelsea smiled sweetly, jumping up to embrace her husband.

“Hey babe… you look great… I’m surprised, aren’t you going to have to take it all off later?” he asked awkwardly, noticing Rachel try and hide a snicker after hearing it, but dismissing it as her typical attitude.

“Well, I wanted to make this an experience for you… one you won't ever forget…” Chelsea whispered into his ear, making him shudder in anticipation.

“So, when are we doing this?” he asked, looking to both girls.

“Now.” Rachel said bluntly.

“Huh?” Matt replied, before feeling a sudden onset of vertigo as the ravenette suddenly held her phone towards him, and his surroundings turned into a falling expanse of giant appliances and furniture.

“WHAT?! IT’S THAT FAST?!” he shouted, as he suddenly plummeted through the air towards the hardwood floor. He landed with a hard thud, surprisingly feeling nothing.

“The durability…” he muttered, before a shadow overcast him.

A giant set of fingers deftly grabbed him up, lifting him up at breakneck speeds. Within moments, he was held before the face of his goddess; Chelsea.

“Hi honey! You’re so itty bitty, it’s adorable…” she giggled, a wave of her breath washing over Matt as he looked up at her monolithic features. He sniffed at the air. “Has she been drinking?” he wondered, as a distinct scent of alcohol hung in the atmosphere.

“I could just eat you up!” she laughed, opening her mouth wide, and playfully saying “Ah…”

Matt could see her tongue, and the ball of her tongue ring sat in the middle of it. Soon, that’s where he’d be…

“Wow… he opted for the “extra sensory sensitivity… Jesus, he set it all the way up… you wanted to taste my cunt that bad?” Rachel laughed, peering her eyes at the miniscule man in Chelsea’s grip.

Matt blushed, trying to avoid meeting the gigantic gaze of the titanic woman.

“Oh, he did, did he? Naughty boy…” Chelsea grinned, looking at her tiny husband. 

“Well, wanna go ahead and get this show on the road?” Rachel asked, getting a nod from Chelsea.

“Wait, what do you mean on the road?” Matt asked, watching as the two girls glanced at each other and snickered. 

“Hold on darling…” Chelsea said as she concentrated, reaching down towards the table for something. Before he could even figure out what, she turned him around, and a room-temperature goop coated his back.

“There’s the glue… hey Rachel, can you put him on my tongue-ring for me?” Chelsea asked, handing Matt carefully over to her.

Rachel gripped him, then stuck her own tongue out in focus as she expertly maneuvered Matt onto the steel ball, placing him securely on it and letting the glue rapidly set. Within moments, Matt was held fast on the piercing, unable to move.

“This is crazy…” Chelsea said with amazement, as she walked over to the hallway mirror and stuck her tongue out, looking at her shrunken partner.

“Hi honey!” she giggled, making Matt’s ears ring as her voice roared over him. With each movement of the tongue, he was flicked around, making him feel dizzy within seconds.

“Can we get started already?!” Matt begged, eliciting a further laugh from Chelsea, and especially Rachel.

“God, he’s desperate…” Rachel mocked, trying to get a glimpse at the pathetic sight on Chelsea’s tongue.

“Well, honey, we aren’t actually going to be doing what you wanted…” Chelsea sighed, breaking the news to her tiny captive.

“What?!” Matt gasped. He only just now realized how vulnerable he was.

“You see, I was really mad with how much you’ve been pushing this, completely ignorant of my request to drop it. But Rachel, poor Rachel, has her own things to say to you…” Chelsea explained, before sticking her tongue out in front of Rachel.

“You are NEVER touching my pussy. EVER. You aren’t some special man with a magic dick, Matt. I gave Chelsea a little idea, and now we’re going to show you exactly why you should learn to hold your tongue, instead of saying every single thing that comes to your perverted little mind…” Rachel spat, also seeming a little tipsy.

Matt’s heart sank. What were they talking about?

“Well, the ride’s almost here… wanna head outside?” Rachel asked, looking away from Matt and towards Chelsea’s eyes. Suddenly, the tongue withdrew into her mouth, and he struggled against the glue instinctively to cover his ears due to the volume of Chelsea’s resulting words.

“Yeah, let’s get going…” Chelsea replied, leaving Matt panicking.

“Where are you going?!” he screamed, trying to get his wife to acknowledge him.

“To the bar, my dear husband!” Chelsea answered, giggling as the two girls slowly made their way out of the apartment and down the steps.

Matt was held within the mouth, surrounded by darkness and the scent of alcohol, as Chelsea made her way to the ride, the occasional gust of her breath blowing his hair back and forth.

He heard the sound of a car door opening, then slamming shut, followed by the roar of an engine starting, and he could feel the motion as they began their journey to The Leprechaun…

-

“Thank you!” Chelsea chirped, thanking the driver as her and her friend were dropped off in front of the bar.

“Let’s head inside…” Rachel instructed, dragging Chelsea by the hand as the two women made their way into the venue.

“Wow, it’s busy tonight!” Chelsea yelled over the bustling chatter, making Matt’s ears ring.

“Yeah, I see a table though. C’mon!” Rachel giggled as she skipped along the bar floor effortlessly in her stilettos, bringing Chelsea to a table.

“I’m gonna go get us some more drinks!” she explained, helping Chelsea to her seat. Before Chelsea could ask her for a specific drink, Rachel had already run off, leaving her alone at the table.

She sat in silence, awkwardly looking around the bar. It’d been quite some time since she went on a night out without her husband watching over her. It was so… exciting!

“Don’t worry Matt… this is just to teach you a lesson. I won’t go too far…” she whispered, catering to her captive audience within her mouth.

She ignored Matt’s angered response, and continued to bob her head to the music as she looked around at all the bargoers.

“Hey, Chelsea, right?!” a voice called out, causing her to turn and look at the source.

“Oh, Kevin, hi!” she said gleefully as she waved to the man from last night.

Matt was fuming, almost ripping his skin off as he pulled against the ring in futility.

“What’s up! Oh, before I cause any trouble, is your husband in the bathroom or something?” he asked, resting an elbow on the table.

“Oh, he’s actually… not here tonight!” Chelsea lied, smiling sweetly at the flirty gentleman.

“Well, do you mind if I sit with you?” he asked, getting a nod from the sweet brunette.

“Beautiful dress, it really matches your eyes!” he complimented, getting a blush from Chelsea.

“Oh, thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you to say…” Chelsea replied nervously, Matt able to hear her increasing heartbeat.

“No problem. You’re a very good looking girl, your husband is a lucky guy…” he stated, taking a swig of his drink.

“What about you, you got anybody?” Chelsea asked, a little too invested in the answer.

“No, I don’t. Why do you think I’m here alone?” Kevin laughed, getting one back from Chelsea.

“Aw… but you’re so sweet… I’m sure you’ll find someone…” Chelsea assured, cursing herself inside for being so bad at flirting.

“Right, as long as I keep talking to married women, I’ll get there some day!” he joked, getting yet another giggle from Chelsea.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY FUCKING WIFE!” Matt screamed, turning red with anger as he stared at the douchebag flirting with his true love.

Suddenly, drinks clashed on the table, as Rachel returned with a tray of shots.

“Sup’ playboy!” Rachel smirked, looking at the flirtatious man sitting next to her friend and ex-lover.

“Hi, uh…” he began.

“Rachel, the lesbian who won’t fuck you.” she smiled, holding out a hand to shake his.

“Right. I figure that’s kind of implied…” Kevin replied, shaking the intense woman’s hand.

“You’d be surprised. SOME people think they’re an exception to that rule…” Rachel laughed, her statement directed to the hidden observer.

“I’m not an asshole.” Kevin answered, taking another swig of his drink.

“We’ll see. I’m gonna go use the bathroom…” Rachel replied, beginning to leave.

“Wait, I’ll go with you! Sorry Kevin, could you hold our table?” Chelsea asked, getting a nod from the stocky man.

“Thanks!” she smiled sweetly, gently touching his shoulder and walking away, following Rachel to the bathroom.

-

“Holy shit Chelsea, you’re really going for it, huh?” Rachel laughed, getting a confused look from Chelsea.

“What, what am I doing?” she asked, unsure of what Rachel was getting at.

“You’re eye-fucking the shit out of him. I don’t mind at all, I’m down to see this go wherever. Let me see the shrimp…” Rachel requested, standing in front of Chelsea’s mouth. Chelsea stuck her tongue out, displaying Matt to Rachel.

“Oh my, he is NOT happy…” Rachel smirked, observing the struggling shrunken man on her tongue. He was kicking and screaming as much as the glue allowed him, clearly not pleased with the events thus far.

Chelsea withdrew her tongue. “I’m not eye-fucking him, am I? I mean, he’s hot… really hot… and he’s so sweet, but I’m not gonna cheat on Matt. I’m just here to scare him a little…” Chelsea explained, getting a further smirk from Rachel.

“Well, keep scaring him. I’m sure our pal Kevin won’t mind the attention…” Rachel laughed, refreshing her make-up in the mirror.

“Alright, I’m good, let’s go back…” she instructed, leading Chelsea back to the bar…

-

“Oh my god, stop… there’s no way…” Chelsea cackled, her face flushed with alcohol as she’d downed shot after shot. Each one stung the hell out of Matt’s body, his sensitivity dialed to the max, the high-proof alcohol ripping through his sense of taste and smell.

“Yeah, I know. Crazy, right?” Kevin replied, he himself getting a little tipsy after joining the girls for shots.

“Yeah, crazy…” Rachel added, gleefully watching the scene as Chelsea’s inhibitions loosened. She was sure the brunette hadn’t realized it, but she had slowly scooted over to Kevin, to the point where her shoulder was touching his. Several times throughout the night, she rested a hand on his thigh and shoulder, and had even compared hand sizes with him at one point. She was sure Matt was livid, and enjoyed every second of it.

“I gotta be more careful these days, being in your mid-thirties is tough…” he sighed, getting a knowing nod from Chelsea.

“What, you’re not telling me you’re over thirty, right? Jesus christ, you look like you’re like, twenty-five at most!” he remarked, in disbelief at how perfect Chelsea’s skin was.

“Yeah, I’m thirty-two… and you’re too kind, but I’m showing my age…” Chelsea blushed, getting a loud laugh from Kevin.

“Fuck off, you’re gorgeous. What do you do for work, are you a model?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“No, oh my god… I work in an office!” Chelsea playfully explained, crossing her legs under the table.

“Well, hopefully one day I’ll see you on the cover of some magazine…” Kevin exclaimed, finishing his mixed drink.

Chelsea looked at him with a longing gaze. She hadn’t felt so wanted in such a long time.

Rachel picked up on this, and noticed as her friend tucked her hair behind her ear, a tell-tale sign she was flustered. She had to admit, the guy was good, and as far as she could tell, he seemed like a decent person.

“Already treating her better than Matt…” she remarked silently, downing another shot. She looked to the entrance, and found herself captivated, as an astoundingly beautiful red-head made her way into the bar, laughing with a group of friends that seemed queer enough to be worth throwing some lines out and seeing what bites.

“Hey, I’m gonna go try and get some. You two… do whatever…” Rachel smiled, before walking off towards her target.

Kevin gulped. “Was that her seal of approval?” he wondered. He looked at the petite brunette, who was currently sharing direct eye-contact with him, and entirely in his personal space. She certainly wasn’t acting married.

“So… uh… Chelsea…” he began, before he suddenly found himself cut off.

Chelsea took a hold of Kevin’s face, and locked her lips with his, plunging her tongue into his mouth and kissing him deep.

-

“CHELSEA!” Matt screamed, bearing witness to the whole scene as it unfolded, and now finding himself stuck between the battle of two tongues…

-

Chelsea pulled away, her body on fire from endorphins and hormones. She was almost shaking.

“I… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” she stammered, fanning her face to rid herself of the flush.

“It’s… okay. You’re a great kisser…” Kevin smiled, trying to avoid revealing the growing situation in his pants.

“I know, it’s just… oh, thank you, but… I’m married, and as much as my husband gets on my nerves… he’s still my husband…” Chelsea explained, getting a nod from Kevin.

“I get it. I’m not gonna try and force my way into that mess, but I gotta say… you clearly aren’t happy with him, if you’re out here doing all this…” Kevin reasoned, crossing his legs.

“Well… I’m not… but I can’t give up on all those years of marriage…” Chelsea sighed, looking off in the distance with a forlorn expression.

“Sunk cost fallacy.” Kevin added.

“Huh?” Chelsea asked, a look of confusion on her face.

“It’s when you stick with something you shouldn’t because of the time or money you put in before…” Kevin explained. It was funny, it was as if he could almost hear the voice of her douchebag husband screaming at him…

“I see… I guess that makes sense… but wait, you’re saying I shouldn’t stick with my husband?” Chelsea pondered.

“Duh. But it’s not my place, I’m obviously biased.” Kevin reasoned.

“Because you like me?” Chelsea guessed, raising her eyebrow.

“Chelsea, you seem sweet as hell. The body is a bonus. I’d wife you up in a heartbeat.” Kevin answered, making Chelsea look down idly at the table.

“You… you would?” she stammered, toying with a lock of her hair, avoiding eye-contact with Kevin.

“Absolutely.” Kevin said bluntly.

Chelsea kicked her feet back and forth under the table. She was trying her hardest not to act like a schoolgirl in love.

“Fuck… okay, this is going too far… Kevin, can I tell you something…” Chelsea stammered, suddenly seeming agitated.

“Uh, sure…” Kevin replied, curious as to what was happening.

“Let me just show you, look at my tongue…” Chelsea sighed, then stuck her tongue out.

“Oh my god… is that… your husband? Is this some kind of cuck thing?” Kevin laughed, looking at the writhing form on the tongue ring.

“No… I mean, kind of. Not something he wants, it was Rachel’s idea. He was being super creepy and begging me to let him ride it while I ate Rachel out. He thinks just because I’m bi that it’s okay to ask that…” Chelsea began.

“What an asshole!” Kevin added.

“Right? But we decided to do this and give him a little scare… I didn’t expect to get as heated as I am…” she explained.

“You’re heated?” he asked, looking at Chelsea.

“Like fucking crazy. I haven’t felt like this in years…” Chelsea shuddered, feeling a boiling warmth in her loins.

“Well… if the goal is to give him a scare… tell me, how far would you have gone with me if you didn’t stop back there?” Kevin inquired, awaiting Chelsea’s answer.

She blushed heavily, pushing her legs together as she looked away and feverishly spun her hair around her finger.

“I… probably would’ve sucked you off…” Chelsea sheepishly admitted, almost pulling her hair out.

“Is it bad that I wouldn’t have stopped you?” Kevin laughed, putting a hand on Chelsea’s thigh.

“Is it bad that I still want to?” Chelsea countered, making Kevin cough in surprise as she looked at him, biting her lip.

“How about we agree to be bad tonight? To teach your husband a lesson, of course…” Kevin offered.

“...Okay.” Chelsea gasped, putting her hand over Kevin’s.

-

“Oh my god… this is so fucking naughty…” Chelsea giggled as they looked around to make sure no-one saw them step into the bathroom, a solo stall with a lock on the door. They snuck inside, locking the door behind them as they drunkenly walked towards the toilet.

“So, tell me about this shrinking situation. How’d it all work?” Kevin asked, lazily sitting on the toilet seat as Chelsea stood before him, holding his hands.

“Well, it’s an app. It has a bunch of settings, like durability and stuff. Matt is pretty much invincible in there.” she explained, rocking slowly back and forth as she stood.

“Interesting. So we can go as crazy as we want?” Kevin asked, getting a nod from Chelsea.

“Let me say a few words…” Kevin asked, motioning for Chelsea to stick her tongue out. She did so, holding Matt just before Kevin.

“Hey little guy. Your wife and I are gonna have some fun. Still wanna try fighting me?” he laughed, looking at the pathetic man splayed out on her piercing.

“Thought so. Just know this is what you get for taking a girl like her for granted…” he smirked, motioning for Chelsea to get on her knees. She whimpered slightly, and did as he instructed, still holding her tongue out as she pulled her dress up and put her knees on the dirty bathroom floor.

Chelsea withdrew her tongue, and began to speak.

“I just want to warn you… it’s been a while, I might be rusty… and I probably won't swallow… not a fan of the taste…” Chelsea explained, looking up at Kevin with longing eyes.

“That’s perfectly fine…” Kevin sighed, leaning back against the toilet.

Chelsea gulped, looking between his legs at the obvious bulge. She could easily tell. He was hung like a horse.

She slowly touched a hand to it, feeling up the member through the thin material of his pants.

“You’re so hard… is that all from me?” she asked, slowly running her fingers along it, getting twitches and shakes from Kevin in reaction.

“Have you seen yourself?” Kevin laughed as he fought the reactions.

Chelsea blushed even more.

She summoned her resolve, and hooked her fingers into his waistband, beginning to pull at his pants. With a little bit of effort, they started to roll down his legs, eventually revealing his underwear, concealing the bulging monster inside.

She continued to the next step, grabbing at his underwear and pulling them down too.

“Oh my god…” Chelsea gasped, staring at the sight that laid before her.

“What’s up?” Kevin asked, curious as to what Chelsea was troubled by.

“It’s so big…” Chelsea exclaimed in amazement, looking at the member as it stared her in the face.

“Oh yeah? Is your husband not carrying much down there?” he inquired, looking down at the brunette.

She nodded.

“He’s a little small…” she giggled, getting a laugh from Kevin.

“I thought so, he acts like it…” he commented, watching as Chelsea’s eyes crossed trying to look at the rod.

The tension in the air was palpable, and it was clear both of them were waiting for the other to make the first move…

-

“CHELSEA! YOU CAN STOP THIS!” Matt pleaded, trying desperately to be heard by his wife as she held her mouth slightly open in awe of the tool before her.

He struggled against the glue, still not budging at all as it held him tight.

Suddenly, a flash of liquid built within the mouth, beginning to pool with spit.

“Is she… salivating?” he gasped, feeling it accumulate beneath him.

Without warning, the mouth suddenly shifted, and he screamed at the top of his lungs as the tongue protruded, sticking out towards the flesh of the cock.

“PLEASE CHELSEA!” he begged, trying to turn away from the impending collision…

-

“Mmm…” Chelsea moaned, as she felt her tongue touch to the base of Kevin’s shaft, settling flat against the massive trunk. There was a slight salty taste from the natural humidity of being confined in his underwear all day, but in truth… she liked it.

She began to lift her tongue up, slowly dragging it along the length, until she reached his cockhead. She was glad he was cut, as she always preferred to work with those. She felt her tongue drag on the lip, rolling over it and touching along the spongy head. An electric sensation zapped her tongue, as a taste explosion took over. “Pre-cum…” she thought, lapping up the sweet-and-salty liquid that seeped out of the tip. For some reason, it tasted so much better than she knew.

“Fuck…” Kevin moaned, leaning back and enjoying the feeling of the brunette exploring him with her tongue. He couldn't believe his luck, getting to put some douche in his place and get head from a beautiful girl? It was a perfect night.

Chelsea continued to lower her tongue to the base and lick all the way up, repeating this process time and time again as she couldn’t get enough of appreciating the increased length to work with…

-

“NO!” Matt screamed, gurgles escaping from his mouth as he was submerged into the pool of white liquid at the tip of Kevin’s dick. He was held firm under the pre-cum for a moment, feeling his body get coated in the steaming hot liquid, seeping into every opening it could find.

He tried desperately to cough out the disgusting fluid, but it was viscous, and didn’t seem to want to leave his mouth, simply letting more in as he was held under. It was so salty, and the tiny bit of sweetness that lingered made it all the more disgusting.

“I’m gonna be sick…” he heaved as he was lifted out of the pool, strands of cum sticking to his body and separating as he was dragged further away.

He watched as he was lowered once more, brought back to the base to repeat the process…

-

“Oh shit!” Kevin gasped, his legs involuntarily kicking as Chelsea sucked on his balls. “That’s a little… oh fuck… too much!” he pleaded, struggling to hold still at the sensory overload.

“Sorry… it’s fun making a guy squirm…” Chelsea giggled, releasing the sack from her mouth.

“C’mon, stop teasing… go ahead and show your husband what a real man feels like…” Kevin pleaded, poking the head towards her mouth.

Chelsea grinned, eyeing down the tip of the cock. She positioned her mouth just before it, and looked Kevin in the eyes, slowly opening her lips and sticking her tongue out.

Kevin could just make out the sight of her husband, before he disappeared below his tip.

Slowly but surely, Chelsea’s lips began to wrap around the gargantuan head, pulling more and more of it into her mouth.

“Mmm…” Chelsea moaned around the dick, sending shocks through it with the vibrations. It sank further into her mouth, pushing over her tongue as she took even more inside. She coughed, feeling it hit her gag reflex. “C’mon…” she thought with a determined gaze.

“Oh my god… you sure you’re rusty at this?” Kevin asked, feeling Chelsea’s nose touch his base. She took in nine-inches with no problem!

Chelsea shook her head with the dick inside her mouth, then slowly pulled off of it. Just as it was about to fully escape her mouth, she sunk it back down again, beginning to repeat a cycle…

-

“MAKE IT STOP!” Matt screamed as he felt his skin go raw from getting dragged along the solid shaft, the endless motion impossible to resist. All he could smell and taste was the essence of Chelsea’s boy-toy, the musky flavor enhanced by the app.

“THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PUSSY DAMNIT!” he yelled, taking in even more ball-batter into his mouth as it sloshed around Chelsea’s…

-

Chelsea’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she filled her mouth with the rod, gripping at Kevin’s legs for support as she used her throat to bring him pleasure.

“Ugh… shit… you’re kinda… kinda getting me close, Chelsea…” Kevin groaned, feeling his legs start to kick, his body involuntarily starting to buck with Chelsea’s motions as she ran her mouth along his length.

“Mmm…” Chelsea moaned, starting to grip the base of the shaft with her hands and jerking, causing Kevin to shudder.

She noticed an increase in the flow of precum, lapping it up greedily as the tip emptied out onto her tongue, a steady river of his essence coating her taste buds.

“Hey Chelsea… Chelsea I’m… Chelsea I’m about to…” Kevin struggled, his legs twitching and kicking fervently.

Chelsea wasn’t stupid. She could feel the constant, increasing throbbing in his dick. She knew what that meant, and was awaiting the moment patiently as she let him use her throat.

A hand suddenly fell upon her head, gripping her hair painfully and showing no sign of care for her feelings.

Her eyes rolled back even further, absolutely loving letting this man fill her mouth and take her like a fleshlight. She felt an intense twitching in her own loins, and wondered how she’d go about resolving that.

“A problem for later…” she thought, as she began to feel an intense kick from the base of the shaft, indicating the main event was coming…

-

Matt was barely conscious, his brain protecting him from the traumatic nature of the sequence by blacking out the visuals. He was merely letting himself get dragged along, trying desperately to tune out what was happening.

He could feel the throbs and pulses from the shaft as a result of being pressed right against it, and they clearly increased in frequency. That, combined with the sickly burning hot globs of pre-cum filling her mouth, he knew what was about to happen…

-

‘Oh my god… Chelsea, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” Kevin groaned, gripping her hair as tight as he could as he took over using her head to keep the rhythm.

Suddenly, Chelsea pulled off, panting as she tried to form a sentence.

“C’mon, give it to me… give me all of it!” she begged, quickly sinking her mouth back onto the rod, fervently jerking the base as hard as she could, her arms growing tired from the effort she was putting in.

“Oh my god, holy fucking mother fucking shit!” Kevin gasped, feeling his entire lower half go numb in an instant as the dam burst.

His rod shot with intense recoil, blasting thick, sweet-and-salty ropes of steaming hot semen into every inch of Chelsea’s soft mouth, trying his hardest not to scream as she didn’t slow her pace in the slightest, milking him with ease as he folded into her hands.

“Fuck! Chelsea, god damnit, please stop, I can’t take it!” he begged, the intense sensations starting to burn as his balls showed no sign of stopping their release, pumping hot load after hot load into the taken woman’s maw.

Chelsea giggled around the dick, cum seeping out of her mouth as she continued slurping on the meat, not wanting to stop. Eventually, she felt it start to finally slow its shooting, steadying out to a slow occasional twitch, as cum continued to seep out of the dick-slit in a steady flow.

“Mmm…” she moaned, as she slowly started to pull her mouth off of the tip.

“That was… unreal. I’ve never cum so hard in my life…” Kevin gasped for air as he leaned back, feeling his balls ache with incredible pain as they had their contents completely emptied. His legs were wobbly and unstable, and trying to do anything but catch his breath was pretty much impossible.

He weakly leaned forward, trying to catch a look at the petite brunette, gazing upon her face. Her eyes had long been watering, smearing her mascara across her face. She had her cheeks stretched out, struggling to hold all of the load within her mouth as she stared up at Kevin with her doe-eyes, silently shaking on the bathroom floor as the two stayed silent for a moment.

“You can… you can spit that out now…” Kevin instructed, hoping to give the girl a much needed break.

She didn’t, instead looking with an intensity into Kevin’s eyes…

-

Matt heard noises outside, recognizing them as a man’s low groan.

“SOMEONE SAVE ME!” Matt pleaded, begging for some form of salvation.

None came.

“I’m gonna…” Matt heard from the outside.

“NOOOO!” he screamed, before having every one of his senses assaulted by a pressure blast of steaming hot liquid, one after the other. Every pump smacked him at full force, threatening to knock him out as the impacts made him dizzy. It forced its way into his mouth and nose, causing him to cough and sputter, only taking in more and more no matter what he did.

The bubbling hot ball-batter burnt his skin, causing every form of possible torture as it endlessly filled the mouth, the sounds of his wife’s moans only serving to further rub in the humiliation of the situation.

He tried with all his might to free himself, to find some kind of way out of this hell. He heaved, pulling away from the ring as hard as he could.

“What?!” he gurgled, as his arm came free.

Sure enough, he pulled again, and his other arm came free. Then his right leg, then his left. With one more final motion, he came fully loose, and swam to the surface of the pool of white liquid, gasping for the sweet embrace of musky, cum-scented air. It was nigh impossible to tread the viscous fluid, but with enough effort, he was able to stay afloat, thanking God for the one act of compassion he was given.

Eventually the supply of cum ceased, as the dick came out of the mouth with a wet “pop.”

“Thank fuck… now I just have to wait for her to spit me and this load out…” he sighed, waiting as patiently as one could in his situation. If there was one consistent thing about Chelsea, it was that she always spat a load out. But she didn’t spit him out. An eerie silence filled the air, as everything remained far too still.

“What is she…” he began, before he felt himself get sucked into a vortex.

“CHELSEA!” he screamed, rapidly falling down her throat as she steadily swallowed the mouthful.

*GULP*

“STOP!” he pleaded, trying to grab on to her esophagus.

*GULP*

“CHELSEA!” he begged, before falling behind her tongue, disappearing from view…

-

*GULP*

Kevin stared in amazement as he watched the girl down his load, taking multiple swallows to get it all down.

“I… I thought you didn’t swallow?” he asked, still panting from the intense orgasm.

“You tasted too good not to…” she shuddered, licking her lips and grabbing the remainder.

“Fair enough… there’s more where that came from… if you want to keep this up past tonight… I’m kind of empty now…” he laughed, before grunting as an aftershock jumped through his balls.

“Well… we’ll see…” she sighed, leaning back against the bathroom wall as she caught her breath.

“How’s your man doing?” he asked, looking down at the brunette as she pushed her sweaty hair aside.

“Hm… you have a look…” she grumbled, sticking her tongue out towards Kevin. There was plenty of cum, and a pretty silver tongue ring… but no shrunken man.

“Um… Chelsea… he’s not there… I think you might’ve swallowed him…” Kevin explained nervously.

“What? No, he should be… oh my god…” Chelsea gasped, feeling nothing on her tongue ring.

“I swallowed my husband…” she said with a thousand-yard stare.

“That you did…” Kevin added, trying to read the woman’s face for any sign of emotion.

Chelsea thought back to the terms of the app that Matt had read out the night prior.

A smile crept across her face.

“I swallowed my husband.”

-

“Woah, where’d you two go?” Rachel asked, noticing her friend walking towards her with her flirt in tow.

“The bathroom…” Chelsea sheepishly admitted, Kevin’s hand on her shoulder,

“You didn’t…” Rachel muttered. It was clear. They just hooked up.

“What about Matt? How are you gonna deal with that?” Rachel inquired, curious as to what Chelsea’s plans were. Matt was going to be furious, and she feared for her safety.

“Well… Matt isn’t going to be a problem anymore…” Chelsea responded, rubbing at her stomach. Rachel was confused, but wrote it off as some weird cuck-agreement.

“Hm. Cheers to that!” Rachel cheered, throwing back her drink.

“Who’s this?” Chelsea asked, noticing the gorgeous red-head sitting with Rachel.

“This is Mary. We’re gonna head back to mine in a few. What’re you guys gonna do?” Rachel explained, putting a hand on the smirking interest's thigh.

“The same…” Chelsea giggled, Kevin ruffling her hair.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later. Text me when you get back, kay?” Rachel insisted, getting a nod from Chelsea.

She suddenly grabbed the brunette and pulled her close.

“And Chelsea… good for you…” Rachel whispered, before letting her go.

Chelsea smiled, as Kevin took her hand, the two walking together out of the bar…

-

“Where… where am I…” Matt groaned, waking up to a steaming hot bath, a persistent rumble and grumble reverberating through the room. It stank of cum, and he felt a light tingle on his skin.

His brain filled in the gaps.

“Oh my god… I’m in Chelsea’s stomach…” he realized, splashing around frantically as he took in the information.

“Calm down, she’s gonna get me out…” he reasoned, listening intently for any signs of Chelsea making herself sick.

Suddenly, the stomach began to slosh violently, bouncing up and down and repeatedly forcing Matt under the acid.

“This is… a… bad… way… to… do it!” he yelled, trying to stay afloat as best he could.

“Oh fuck! Put it all the way in!” he heard a voice call out from outside the stomach. It was Chelsea.

“Is she fucking him?!” he screamed, bouncing between absolute despair and pure rage, as he continued to get sloshed around the stomach…

-

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna… ugh!” Chelsea moaned as yet another orgasm shook through her body, making her leak her juices all over her boy-toy. She continued to ride him, scratching an itch that hadn’t been scratched in years.

“Jesus, you’re a freak. To think he was wasting all this…” Kevin grinned as the woman straddled him.

“Shut the fuck up and smack my ass!” Chelsea ordered. Kevin obeyed, sending a shockwave throughout her body…

-

Matt had long since perished within the wayward wife’s stomach, a mixture of exhaustion from fighting to stay afloat, and the slow decay of stomach acids. The last thing he heard before the sweet release of death, was his wife’s post-coital words…

-

“Hey Kevin?” she sighed, laying on the muscled chest of the strong man who used her up all night.

“Yeah, Chelsea?” he replied, curious as to what she was going to say.

“It’s nice being with a real man…” she giggled, snuggling into his chest hair and gliding a hand along his stomach.

“I bet it is…” he laughed, stroking her hair, as the two basked in the sweaty glory of a night spent fucking…