Jake squinted as he felt the afternoon sun fall on his face. Yawning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Peering around the room, he found he was alone, his "adventure" with his aunt Amanda and his mother's bare feet had left him tired in the early hours of the morning, and thanks to the clock on the windowsill, he knew that he had slept till noon.

His stomach growled loudly and Jake decided it was time he found some food. Making a familiar descent down the side of the dresser, Jake trekked his way across the bedroom floor and out into the hallway beyond.

Making his way slowly and cautiously down the houses massive staircase, Jake came to the living room to find his aunt reclined on the couch, and all four of his cousins sitting on the floor and watching TV.

When Ana noticed him, she smiled warmly and said “morning!”

The others turned at her voice and greeted him as well.

“Are you hungry dear?” His aunt asked him.

“Yes actually”, he replied, though when he looked in her eyes he couldn’t help but remember what had almost happened between them that morning.

“Alright then” she said standing from the couch that was taken up entirely by her back end, “let’s find something to eat shall we?”

Each of her steps to reach him shook Jake to his very bones, jarring his teeth; Jake did his best to stay balanced. She stopped in front of him, and Jake couldn’t help but stare at the massive, pudgy toes that wiggled before him.

They were there only a moment though, as Amanda bent forward, grunting heavily as she did, and scooped him up in her meaty hands.

Jake was shaken heavily as she raised him to eye level.

Seems she hasn’t really adjusted to how small I am he thought to himself. It had taken his mother months to finally perfect lifting and carrying him, and even she could be a bit rough sometimes. Jake hid his uncertainty though as Amanda brought him to her face.

“How’d I do?” She asked him.

Realizing she meant her first real chance at handling him, Jake smiled.

“You did great!” He lied.

That brought a grin to her face and she nuzzled him against her cheek, “Thank you dear, goodness you’re so sweet to me, your mom raised you well”.

Jake blushed as he heard giggles come from the living room.

Amanda didn’t seem to hear though, and carried him unsteadily into the kitchen.

"Amanda, where's mom and Nique?" Jake asked her.

"Your mom took Nique with her into town", she answered. She set him on the countertop and began to rummage through the fridge, scooting things aside and opening compartments. She finally decided on a simple meal, hotdogs.

“Alright with you if we share?” she asked, “I’ve only got one left”.

Jake nodded, he wouldn’t eat much, he’d just tear a small piece off and eat that like he usually did, he never really got his own meal, just a tiny amount of whatever his mother was eating.

“Sure” he answered her.

She placed it in the microwave and cooked it until the skin began to simmer and audible pops could be heard. She pulled the “finished” product out, placed it in a bun, grabbed a plate and picked Jake up.

Jake was a bit confused when she placed him on the plate, but soon didn’t mind, the plate was much steadier than his aunt’s hand.

She carried him and their food back into the living room. She reached the couch and practically fell on it, causing Jake to tumble into the hotdog’s warm bun.

She placed the plate on her lap and said “dig in!”

Jake stood and tore a small piece of the meat off and tasted it. 

Not bad, he thought.

Amanda lifted the hot dog to her mouth and took a large bite out of it, dwarfing the small hole Jake had left on its tip.

Jake reached in for another bite before Amanda consumed it entirely. As he tore another piece off, it felt cold in his hands, even though steam rose from the whole thing.

Seems it only cooked the top Jake considered. Easily climbed though.

Jake dug his barefoot into the soft bun, and hoisted himself onto the top of the hotdog. He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips, the steam coming from the meat below him made his mouth water.

Bon appétit!

Jake plunged his hand into the searing flesh of the hot dog and ripped a formidable chunk from it. He held it in his hands, which began to grow very warm.

He didn’t have long to relish in his victory however, as Amanda was growing hungry as well.

The entire hotdog shook and began to slowly rise through the air; Jake toppled over and fell between the bun and the meat itself. He was effectively jammed and could not move.

“AMANDA!!!” He screamed, but the television drowned out his cries.

Using all his strength, Jake managed to tear the bun and the hot dog to free him. He climbed out from the frying pan however, to find that he was heading straight into the fire.

Jake froze in sheer terror. His memories of his first time being shrunk, when he’d fallen into that nurses cup, Alaina’s tortures for the truth about him and Michelle, her gaping mouth closing around him.

If Alaina’s mouth was scary, Amanda’s was terrifying.

Hers was a massive cavern entrance, dripping with grounded meat and soggy bun leftovers. Strands of saliva dripped from the ceiling, giant white molars threatened to grind him into nourishment for the gurgling pit below.

Jake couldn’t move, out of sheer fright and heart pounding fear, he was unable to move.

He didn’t even scream as Amanda plunged the entire hotdog into her mouth.