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They only extant copy I have left of this story was in pdf, and I had to copy from that so the formatting turned out looking strange. Sorry about that.
Morgan ran his fingers through his hair, exasperated. “Why are we even talking about this?”

“That's a good question, why are we even talking about this?” Tom answered, his patience nearing its
end. “When will we ever get another chance like this?”

“After everything that's happened? We might have the rest of our lives! Does it really have to be now,
like this?”

“This is the only way Morgan, there's a very real chance that this will be the only way we get away
with this, and this is your fault anyway, you need to be with me for it!”

Sometimes, even under the most bizarre circumstances, there was no convincing Tom once he had
made up his mind. Tom and Morgan had started off as roommates in college, and developed a solid
friendship over the course of their freshman year. Morgan had other friends, better friends, but by the
end of their sophomore year the two had become close, and spent a lot of time together. It was this
bonding that led to their accident. They were visiting an antique shop (much to Tom's dismay) in one of
the shadier downtown neighborhoods. Upon picking up a spherical metal apparatus littered in Chinese
characters the equally shady shopkeeper told Morgan that it belonged to a notorious ancient thief, and
that the use of the device allowed him to acquire a vast fortune. Morgan had a particular fondness for
good luck charms, and bought it for a hard negotiated $30.
On the walk home Morgan had begun to fiddle with his new trinket, taking note of how the various
buttons and switches on the device deployed little spring loaded arms and made clicking sounds.

“He probably chucked it.” Said Tom.

“What?”

“That thing, he probably chucked it at people's heads when they discovered him, stuck it right in their
brains, that's why he never got caught”

“That's ridiculous!”

“It's either that or that hack in the store was full of shit!” Tom, ever the skeptic.

“Whatever made this thing work probably rusted out ages ago! That's why-wait, what's this?” Morgan
had found a tiny hole leading into the device, and had begun poking at it with a rogue paper clip that
had been sitting in his pocket.

After a bit more prodding, the device made a clicking noise, and then sprayed a light purple gas into
each of their faces. Both men began to cough violently, and Morgan vomited. Panicking, they stumbled
towards the nearest house to call for help, Morgan dropping the device along the way. They made it just
to the porch before passing out, falling down, and, unbeknownst to them, shrinking in size until they
were just under a centimeter tall.
And that's how they met Alicia.

Upon awaking, they were greeted by a face the size of a small office building. Alicia was a nice girl
who was turning 19 in a week, and was attending classes at the local community college while she
lived with her parents. She had straight, messy brown hair; a toothy, brilliant smile; and eyes that
always seemed just the slightest bit sad or nervous. She was also fond of bugs, which is why she even
payed attention to Morgan and Tom's shrunken forms. She was headed out to get the mail when she
noticed a couple of tiny bugs close together on her porch. She loved putting bugs on her skin and
feeling the tickle of them crawling around, and immediately abandoned grabbing the mail when she
saw that she'd have a couple of friends to keep her company on her day off. When the bugs didn't try to
escape, she drew in close to see if they were even alive. She nearly fainted when she saw two passed
out, tiny men and carried them inside to wait for them to wake up.

The guys eventually calmed down after coming to, and did their best to accept that they were in this
girl's care until a solution could be found. They'd scoured the lawn with Alicia, but could not find the
device. Eventually they gave up for the evening and began talking to and getting to know her. They ate
tiny morsels of her dinner and after breaking a good deal of the ice, were even persuaded to walk
around on one of Alicia's arms and give her the tickle that she'd been craving. Morgan was nervous
about the whole thing, tripping over the faint and nearly unnoticeable hairs on Alicia's arm. Tom
however, could not take his eyes off her. He stared constantly at her face, her smaller-than-average
breasts, and basically any part of her body he could glue his eyes to. After preparing reasonable
accommodations for her guests on her nightstand, Alicia donned her pajamas and went to sleep with
her back facing them.

And so we return our heroes to the present. Tom was doing everything he could to talk Morgan into
exploring Alicia while she slept, and Morgan was doing everything he could to talk Tom out of it. Tom
won.

“Fine fine!” Morgan said, giving up. “But nothing too crazy, this is really dangerous!”

“Of course!” Tom announced with a wink. “Now help me out.”
Alicia had placed a tiny glow stick near their cotton ball beds, should they need to see. It was far too
large for even the both of them to carry, but Tom was busily stabbing at it with a broken staple. After
nearly ten minutes of constant hacking he punched through, and a glowing yellow liquid began oozing
out.

“Get it on your hands and arms.” Tom commanded as he applied liberally.

“Doesn't this stuff give you cancer?” Morgan asked has he gingerly scooped up a handful.

“Can't you see the big picture? Just put it on!”

A couple of minutes later, two tiny glowing men made a brief and painless jump onto Alicia's modest
twin mattress. Tom immediately ran to her back with Morgan following close behind, and the two spent
several minutes navigating through the brunette hair that had spilled out behind Alicia's back. They
soon made it to her spaghetti strapped shoulder, and where her face was a small office building her
body was a skyscraper turned on its side. From their angle they couldn't crane their necks enough to see
her right shoulder, and looking to their right they could only see part of the way into the endless cave
that existed under her sheets.

“Tom, we're too close.”

“Oh no we aren't, I'm not leaving until I see that ass up close.”

“Tom this is so dangerous!”

“Fine. You don't have to come with, your loss.”
Morgan began to hold his ground in protest, but after nearly a minute of Tom going on without him he
sprinted into the darkness of the sheets to catch up. The yellow light coursing off their bodies
illuminated the contours of her back leading them to her waist. Alicia's ass was perfectly round and
stuck out just right. It was also clad in navy blue basketball shorts.

“Woah woah woah, this won't do!” Tom shouted. “I can't appreciate it like this, we've got to get in
there.”

“In her clothes? Tom what the hell?!”

“I'm not going to let this stop me Morgan, you can either come with or explain to Alicia what happened
if something goes wrong.” Tom began walking down towards the leg holes of Alicia's shorts. Morgan
simply muttered “shit” and kept following.

They reached the leg holes and entered the bottom one, the material of the shorts to their left, and the
backs of Alicia's full, shapely legs to their right. After some difficult navigating, the two arrived at her
bare ass, seemingly pushed out towards them and exposing the smooth-shaved lips of Alicia's sex.

“No panties! I knew she was a freak!” Tom said with enthusiasm. “Let's have some fun Morgan!” and
with that, he began climbing the shorts material, headed for Alicia's ass crack.

“Tom we could get caught! What if she finds us down here?” Morgan protested, but he had already
begun following.

They stumbled into the cleft between Alicia's cheeks, and Morgan was taken aback by how smooth and
soft the skin was here. They walked next to each other, their feet sinking into the bottom cheek and the
top one hanging precariously above their heads. They reached her asshole first. Tom played with it a bit
by tickling it right on the pucker, but when an involuntary clench yanked Tom's arm into her rectum, he
quickly pulled it out and carried on.

Not long after the lips of Alicia's pussy came into view, the distance between her thigh and slit alone
was taller than they were. At this point Morgan's chest was pounding, but not out of fear. This was so
wrong, was he really starting to enjoy himself? Alicia was pretty, sure, and the smell of her sex
was...intoxicating, but that shouldn't be a reason to throw principle aside! Right?

Tom, in the mean time, had scrambled up to Alicia's slit and was working his way towards her clit.

“Let's see if we can't give her a reward for being such a great host, eh?” And with that Tom wedged
himself between her lips and began stroking at her clit while Morgan looked on with a sense of
increasing arousal.

The stimulation had its desired effect, and soon, bathed in the dim yellow light of their glowing bodies,
the lips of Alicia's pussy began swelling, her entrance parted a bit, revealing the pink entrance to her
body, and a clear, viscous liquid began leaking out of it. Tom noticed his labor taking fruit, and fought
his way from in between her lips, back along her slit to watch the river of juices flow out of her body.
He dipped his hand into the stream and brought it to his face, licking it clean.

“Morgan! You've got to try this! She's fucking delicious!” Taking things further, he stepped into the
entrance of her pussy, pink flesh going halfway up his legs and settling just above his head. He grinned
and waved. “Look Morgan! I'm knee deep in pussy!”
“Tom get out of there! This isn't safe!” Morgan was beginning to get worried.

“Meh, you've got a point, I wanna make her cum before we leave anyway.” Tom carefully stepped a
foot out of her body. “Heh, maybe if she wakes up from it she won't even ca-”

It all happened so fast. Tom's foot made contact with the skin on Alicia's slit, but the constant flow of
feminine juices had made that skin incredibly slick. Tom's foot slipped up and he fell back. The ring of
muscle that closed Alicia's pussy to the outside world seemed to catch him for a moment, but it was
only an illusion. He passed through it nearly effortlessly, disappearing from view into her folds as the
light inside of Alicia's shorts decreased by half.
Morgan stood there dumbfounded for a moment, staring at where Tom had been standing. He just
watched his friend be consumed by a gigantic pussy. He just watched a person fall into another person's
body, and of the 7 billion people on the Earth Morgan was the only one who knew where Tom was, no
other human being would find him, or even think to look in this house, or this room, or especially not
that hot pink hole for him. It looked like a regular, extremely wet pussy, but it wasn't. Tom was in that
prison somewhere, god knows how deep he fell, and he may never get back out without Morgan's help.

Finally Morgan snapped back into reality. “Tom! TOM!” He panicked, shouting Tom's name as he
scrambled up Alicia's labia towards her entrance. He tried to look in, but could see nothing. He tried to
reach in, but felt only the velvety flesh of her pussy. Cursing his himself and cursing Tom, Morgan did
his best to swallow his fear.
And then he dived.

The inside of Alicia's pussy was a flood of sensation. The only thing to smell or taste was the wet flood
of Alicia's sex. Morgan's hair was immediately plastered to his face by the slick wetness that had
soaked him from head to toe. Alicia's juices smoothed every nook and cranny of Morgan's skin, and his
flesh slid effortlessly against hers. The yellow glow had (disturbingly enough) not been washed off by
her juices, and while it revealed just how pink and soft looking her walls were, she was so tight that
Morgan could only see the flesh directly in front of him. He could hear the far off hammering of
Alicia's heart as she had her unwitting wet dream and what sounded like the activity of other internal
organs in the distance, but around Morgan he could only hear the slime of Alicia's sex kneading and
shifting around his body. Every time he yelled Tom's name the sound seemed to be amplified and close,
as the sound waves were only bouncing off the walls surrounding his body and weren't penetrating any
deeper.

Morgan began fighting his way through Alicia's pussy in earnest, fighting against squeezing walls and
struggling to find purchase against her wet flesh. Alicia's nectar found its way into his nose and mouth,
and he was constantly coughing and blowing her juices out of his mouth and nose in a fit to breathe. He
worked his way deeper and deeper into his sleeping hostess, his panic rising just a little more each time
he managed to pull himself further in. Just as he was about to lose it, gravity took over and he slid into
a slightly open area right next to Tom. Right next to Alicia's cervix.

“You made it!” Tom was ecstatic. “Welcome to the party!”
As Tom and Morgan lit up the inside of Alicia's pussy like torchbugs, Morgan got a look at their new
setting. He had climbed and struggled so far and it was interesting to think that after all that struggle
he'd reached a tiny little oasis that only he and Tom were aware of, a room so private that the room's
owner wasn't even aware of their presence. The ceiling of their little cavern was just over three times as
tall as they were. Morgan tried to imagine where they were in relation to the outside of her body and
his best guess was that they had to be somewhere right around where the top of her waist met the
bottom of her belly. Morgan did his best on some mental math and figured that he must have traversed
damn near 120 feet from the start of her pussy to its end. On the floor, there was a small pool of Alicia's
white, creamy cum; Tom was basting in it like it was a hot tub. And hanging above Tom's head, taking
up half of the room on its own, was Alicia's cervix. It sat over them like a giant moon with only one
crater, the entrance to Alicia's womb leaking out a constant stream of love nectar.

“Isn't this amazing?” Tom asked with a huge grin on his face.

“Well, yeah. But that doesn't change things. She could wake up with us in here, we don't even know if
we can get back out! What if we drown in here?” Morgan was starting to get frantic again.

“Morgan! Why the hell would we want to leave? Look at this spot, it's so incredible! She's clearly
enjoying herself; why don't we just stay here? Just wait it out until the morning and when she finds us
she'll probably go along with making it an everyday thing! We might be stuck like this right now, but at
least we'll be able to spend our downtime relaxing inside an enormous cunt!”

Morgan was baffled. Spend every day in here? Would Alicia really allow it? He realized that a lot of
these questions were probably the hormones talking, but what if Tom was right? This might be the best
possible thing that could have happened, considering their situation. If Alicia allowed them residence
inside her body life could be...great. “But what if...” was all he could meekly utter before Alicia saved
him from having to finish his feeble objection.
Although still asleep, Alicia's subconscious was enjoying the movements her tiny guests were making,
and in her wet dream she rolled over onto her back to allow her imaginary lover better access. This
simple move threw Morgan and Tom's world into peril. Their cave suddenly shifted 90 degrees;
Morgan was thrown against one of the soft, soaking walls. Tom, however, was carried by his little pool
of cum and thrown under her cervix, pinning half his body underneath it.

Morgan immediately rushed over to help. Everything below Tom's waist had disappeared beneath
Alicia's cervix, and it looked like the rest of Tom's body could be pulled underneath with a simple flex
of her internal muscles. Tom could only cry out for help as Morgan grabbed his arm and pulled.

Unfortunately their cum-drenched bodies were too slick, and every attempt to grab Tom's arm or even
dry off a bit only spread around the wetness, making it too difficult to find purchase. Morgan tried
propping his arm against Alicia's cervix to pull harder, but his tiny movments against it only elicited
more cum, which dripped down onto Tom's head, adding to the puddle that was already pooling up
around him.

“Morgan! Go get help! Wake her up!” Tom shouted, spitting out a mouthful of Alicia's juices.

“No! I can't just leave you in here!”

“If you don't things are only going to get worse, now go!”
Morgan was desperate for an alternative, but saw none.

Taking a last look at Tom's glowing, juicesoaked
form he turned around. The flesh beneath his feet sunk in between his toes, and with much
effort he clambered up Alicia's slick wall back into her unforgiving tunnel. As soon as he reentered the
tighter part of Alicia's vagina Tom's shouts began to fade, and after pulling himself another body length
or two the only thing he could hear was the squelching around him and the distant hammering of
Alicia's heart. The steady river of feminine cum allowed him to glide out faster than he was able to do
when fighting his way in, and Morgan could only think that every bit of ease this was allowing him was
only making things worse for Tom, who was already dozens of feet behind him.

A few strong glides later and Morgan had found his way to Alicia's entrance. He stood as he broke
through the tight ring of flesh sealing off her entrance, and once again his perceptions radically
changed. He was hit with a cool blast of fresh air, almost chilly. There was no longer any squelching or
hammering of Alicia's heart, only the distant electric hum of the swamp cooler in her room. Morgan
stood there for a moment, taking in these new sensations and looking out from his cave into the middle
of the canyon created by Alicia's thighs. If he didn't know any better, if he was a regular sized man
looking down at Alicia's sleeping form, he'd never know that deep inside her body there was a tiny man
in complete chaos, fighting for his life. Morgan had to move.

He scrambled over one of her inner lips, making his way to her pubic mound. As he was struggling to
make his way over her clit, Alicia let out a soft, nearly inaudible moan that signaled the start of an
orgasm. Morgan was thrown from her clit onto her waist, and as he faced her skin he knew that
somewhere underneath all that flesh Tom was getting soaked and tossed around. When the brief orgasm
subsided, Morgan found his way to the left side of Alicia's shorts, crawling under the gap created by her
hipbone and stomach. He emerged underneath her tank top and ran as quickly as he could over her
belly, up her ribs, and between her breasts. He emerged from her top, and just as he was about to make
a run for her neck he saw a glint in the distance. Through Alicia's window, in an outside shrub, in the
sunlight that was just now beginning to creep in through her window, Morgan saw the device, their
hope of regrowing and salvation. He hadn't dropped it there, it was almost as though it was seeking out
its owner. He ran to Alicia's ear and began shouting, but no matter how hard he yelled he could not stir
her. He decided to go after the device himself, and after scaling a power cord, jumping off the bedside
table onto a window sill, and wedging his way through a crack in the wood, Morgan was able to jump
onto one of the twigs and climb his way to the device. After some kicking and prodding, the device
released a green gas and propelled Morgan and itself back into the yard; where Morgan lay passed out,
unchanged save for faintly smelling of pussy. The clock in Alicia's room read 6:48.

Alicia's alarm went off at 8 AM, and as she groggily slapped at it she remembered her tiny men.
Suddenly awake and excited, she looked over to the cotton ball beds and found them empty. She often
liked to pretend her bugs were little people that could understand her, had she just gotten carried away
and imagined it? Alicia's eyes suddenly got wide as she looked down at her hips, feeling a little tickle
deep inside of her. That's why it felt so real! She must have gotten really carried away. She'd always
fantasized about slipping one of the bugs she caught into her, just to see what it'd feel like, she didn't
think she'd get so caught up that she'd not only do it but leave it in there while she slept! But the way it
felt, that little tickle, knowing that the thing giving her pleasure was a creature trapped in her body, it
made her really hot. Alicia smiled to herself, and decided to make this last. She got up, stripped, and
had a shower, occasionally teasing her clit while the little bug squirmed around in her, damn he was
deep! After she slipped on a tight pair of pants and one of her favorite shirts, she had a bowl of cereal,
getting wetter by the second. Finally she decided to get the mail, no longer worried about getting
distracted by the bugs outside of her.
She would slip on her sandals and walk out her front door to find a fully grown Morgan, awakened by
the alarm and sitting on a lawn chair near the door with matted hair and the device in his hands. She
would wonder who the vaguely familiar stranger was, and as she asked the bug inside of her would
wiggle again...
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