“So what are we drinking to?” Yelled the brunette to the other three women, two blondes and a redhead, struggling to be heard over the nightclub’s techno music. Each was dressed professionally in a smart white blouse and pencil skirt, but with enough popped buttons and exposed cleavage to be starring in an office porno.

“To Astrid!” Shouted a short blonde woman, smiling at the tall blonde alongside her. “The best Minister for Micro-Affairs there ever was!”

“At least as long as you aren’t a micro” replied Astrid to a chorus of giggles. She towered over the other women, standing at an Amazonian-like 7-foot tall. It wasn’t just her height that was striking, her piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and refined tone all added to her imposing stature. She briefly nodded her head back to swish her long blonde hair back over a shoulder before raising her champagne glass.

The other women rose their glasses with Astrid, their silhouettes lit by the strobing lights of the nightclub, outlining their curvaceous figures. Some were curvier than others. Even with a few popped buttons Astrid’s blouse struggled to wrap around her ample D-cup, while her shorter blonde friend, Amanda, had a marginally more manageable bust.

They clinked their champagne glasses together, but it wasn’t just champagne those glasses contained. Silhouetted within each of the tall glasses was the outline of a small person. Each around the height of a palm, and completely nude. Three contained male figures, while Amanda’s had a woman, as evidenced by the corresponding dicks or bare breasts pressed up against the glass. Each seemed to be in a state of terrified stupor, unsure what to do as they bobbed up and down in their champagne, their feet barely touching the bottom of the glass. One seemed to be reaching for the rim of the glass, trying to pull himself up, but finding the glass interior too slippery to hold him. Meanwhile the tiny woman seemed to be sobbing as she attempted to wipe away the strands of damp hair sticking to her face, occasionally getting mouthfuls of champagne as she briefly slipped under the surface.

“Bottoms up!” Cried out Astrid as the four women lifted their glasses to their mouths, tilted their heads back, and gulped down the contents to the faint sound of muffled shrieks. Some had more success than others, the brunette who had the tiny escape-attempting man was left with a pair of kicking legs perched over her lower lip.

The other women swallowed, cutting off the tiny shrieks, before turning their amused attention to the brunette. With an embarrassed look to the others, she lifted a finger to poke at the struggling man’s feet, trying to force him into her mouth. After a few unsuccessful prods, her wet and glistening tongue slid out her mouth and ran underneath him, the tip flicking between his thighs, curling over his erection. With the aid of her tongue, she pulled him the last of the way into her mouth, never to be seen again. She stroked her throat as she swallowed down the large mass, helping push him down and into her belly.

Amanda shook her head, “are you still not used to eating micros” she asked with a bemused smile.

The brunette blushed and took a moment to catch her breath, having been focused on swallowing down her meal. “It’s still kind of new to me. I’d never gotten to swallow one before you got me this job at the Ministry.”

“It’s one of the perks of the job” replied Amanda with a grin. “You’re lucky… *burp*,” Astrid covered her mouth with a hand. “Oh, excuse me! He’s still finding his place in there.” She smiled and rubbed her full belly, feeling her micro struggle to fit in the cramped confines of her packed stomach. It was a mix of pasta, some blueberry muffin, and a half dozen micros she’d swallowed earlier that night. “You’re fortunate we haven’t made it a recruitment requirement to have eaten a micro,” finished Astrid as she waggled a finger at the brunette.

“Not that we could do that officially… yet,” interjected Amanda. “We’re still in the business of PROTECTING micros remember?”

Astrid mimed an offended tone as she stood a little straighter, “I DO protect micros.... I’m sure they’re all very happy in my belly. They should be thanking me for giving them this opportunity.”

“And how many are thanking you tonight? I thought you were going to try and cut back?”

Astrid looked guiltily at her belly as she popped the bottom buttons of her blouse, exposing the paunch of her bulging belly. She cradled the bulge with her hand, “god, I’m so full, but they taste SO GOOD! I love the wriggling ones.”

The other women laughed as Astrid poked her belly, trying to provoke the tiny man she’d swallowed. She was rewarded with a tiny hand pressing out from her belly as her meal fought against his new position in life, as food to be digested.

“Do you think he’s saying thank you” replied Amanda with a giggle as she watched the tiny hand imprint move across Astrid’s belly.

Astrid smirked as she ran her hand over the tiny bump. “It doesn’t matter what he’s saying anymore, he’s mine now.” She felt a thrill thinking of the many tiny men and women currently in her stomach, smushed against the other food, churning away, swimming in a pool of stomach acid.

“I’m going to head home” called the brunette as she checked her phone, “it’s 3am and I have a presentation on our proposed micro-breeding program at 9am.”

“Me too, go home I mean, not do a presentation” chimed in the redhead, looking a little wobbly on her feet.

Astrid laughed, “such lightweights! Don’t worry, we’ll turn you into ravenous predators before the year is out.”

“Be sure to check out that gym I recommended” Amanda added, “those micros are a ton of calories. You don’t want to get fat!”

“Oh I don’t know, I think some of us could benefit from a little extra fat” Astrid replied while eyeing Amanda’s bust.

Amanda looked up at Astrid through her long eyelashes, “if you’d told me you liked big busts…”

A nervous cough from the redhead seemed to remind Amanda they weren’t alone, she covered her lustful expression with a hand, tucking a few strands of hair back over her ear, before turning to the redhead. “So remember, eat, exercise, and regular bowel movements! You need to be alert for any blockages.”

The redhead nodded, “I remember thank you. Also, um…. I wanted to say thank you again for this job.” She blushed and lowered her gaze to the floor, “I thought I was such a freak, a pervert, for having these… desires.”

Astrid stepped forward, swinging her hips, and curled a finger under the redhead’s chin, lightly tilting her head back up. “You aren’t a freak! You and me, we’re predators. We’re the top of the food chain, and these micros, they’re our natural prey! It’s only a matter of time until the world accepts our truth!”

“A truth that could still get you jailed if it were public” added Amanda with a foreboding tone. “We need to be careful about how we change the law, take our time, find allies, open more women to their appetites.”

Astrid smiled at her friend, “and this is why you’re my number one assistant! Always thinking ahead. You’re amazing!”

“And you’re drunk,” replied Amanda while still blushing at the praise.

“It’s still true! My one and only best friend! The first person I could confide in, who I could tell about my secret desires, OUR desires!” Astrid reached out and clasped her hands around Amanda’s waist, pulling her into a hug that lodged Amanda’s face firmly between Astrid’s cleavage.

Feeling the tone of the conversation changing, the brunette and redhead took the opportunity to leave, waving goodbye as Astrid continued to clasp Amanda tightly to her chest, slowly rocking her body in time with the music.

“Sometimes I wish you were a micro” whispered Astrid into Amanda’s ear, “then I could have you all to myself.”

“Only until you digested me” replied Amanda with a wry smile.

Astrid giggled, unable to deny it. “I’d at least wait a few weeks. And you’d enjoy what I could do with my tongue…” She lightly nibbled on the top of Amanda’s ear.

“You know I wouldn’t last more than a few minutes with you” replied Amanda with a giggle, before her voice turned more wistful, “and I don’t need to be a micro to appreciate your tongue…”

Astrid bit her lower lip, wondering if she should tell Amanda about Filip. She glanced around the nightclub, eyeing the entirely female crowd dancing and partying. She took a step back from the embrace, grasped Amanda’s hand, and replied “let’s dance!”

Amanda happily responded to the pull of Astrid’s hand, returning to a loose embrace as the two began dancing in time with the music.

“That’s rummy” called Filip as he laid his cards on the table with a satisfied grin and looked at the other players, a slightly grubby man with his sleeves rolled back and a dainty blonde woman in a pink polka-dot dress.

Hugo sighed and threw his cards down, while Penelope was more careful as she delicately spread hers out. “Congratulations” she replied in a lilting pitch, almost child-like. “I thought I maybe had you this time.”

Filip glanced at the cards she’d placed face-up on the table, not even a matching pair. “Maybe next time…” he replied politely.

Hugo was less polite as he peered at Penelope’s cards, “you didn’t have a hope in hell!” He turned to Filip and sullenly crossed his arms, “you must be cheating!”

“I’m just lucky” remarked Filip with a smile as he collected the cards and began shuffling them.

“You certainly are,” replied Hugo bitterly, leaning back on his plastic chair. After a few moments, he gestured to the shoebox-sized room around them, filled with dollhouse furniture, which to them looked normal sized. “Not every micro has as nice a place as this you know.”

“Don’t be rude Hugo” said Penelope sharply, her tone unusually forceful. “Filip didn’t have to let us stay here, we should be thankful.” Hugo grunted and crossed his arms.

Filip began dealing out the shuffled cards. He let the silence hang for a moment before responding. “I know how bad it can be out there for us, not a single acquaintance from my college days is still with us. Charles was swallowed by a sorority girl on a dare, a dog got Randall, and the others… they just disappeared.”

“What happened?” Replied Penelope anxiously, hunching her shoulders and looking apprehensively towards the ceiling, thinking of the giant world around them. Her polka dot skirt bunched up around her shoulders, exposing a touch more of her modest cleavage than she intended. The dress fit more snugly than she’d like, but clothing options were limited at her size. If you didn’t confirm to a standard doll size, you’d struggle in this world. Meanwhile, Filip had done well for himself, his shirt and pants looked tailored to his size, another benefit of his giant girlfriend.

“Probably eaten,” Filip replied solemnly as he finished dealing cards. “There was a tiktok craze a couple of years back, girls wanting to record themselves eating tinies. A lot of friends disappeared that year.”

Penelope gasped, “b-but that’s murder! Weren’t they caught?”

Filip gave a harsh laugh, “I heard one girl choked and went to the ER with two tinies lodged in her throat. She was slapped with a reckless endangerment charge, given a $100 fine, and let loose. They didn’t even check her guts for the other tinies currently digesting inside her.”

“That’s why we should fight back!” Said Hugo, unfolding his arms and slamming his tiny fist onto the plastic table.

“With what?” Shot back Filip.

Hugo paused with his mouth hanging open, before sullenly leaning back into his chair.

“This is exactly why we need to trust in Astrid and her work at the ministry, it’s our only chance” replied Filip forcefully, feeling his temper rise.

“Your girlfriend?” Hugo scoffed. “She’s just like the others, she just hides it better.”

“I don’t know…” said Penelope, “m-maybe she’s one of the good ones? She keeps us safe...”

“No,” replied Hugo, “she keeps HIM safe. Her dirty little secret. He can’t even tell her that we’re hiding here with him.”

Filip winced before replying, “I explained that, she can’t risk more people knowing about... me and her. She can’t let people know she’s dating a micro.”

“But… why?” Asked Penelope, looking confused.

“You know…” Filip shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he remembered the many times he’d asked Astrid that same question. “It’d be a conflict of interest?”

“But that makes no sense!” Replied Hugo angrily. “She’s meant to be making a world safe for us micros! That’s what the ministry does!”

“She is keeping us safe, here, in her apartment.” Filip replied.

“Only as long as you stay her faithful pet, you better hope she doesn’t get bored of you” spat Hugo.

“I’m not a pet!” Growled Filip, rising to his feet and knocking his chair onto its back.

“Prove it” Hugo replied as he stood up and leaned over the table, glaring at Filip.

“Please don’t fight!” Cried Penelope, as she clutched her hands to her chest apprehensively. “We’ve all lost friends. Those who go out one day and never come back...” A single tear ran her cheek, streaking her makeup. “We’re very thankful to you and Astrid. BOTH of us.” She shot a glare at Hugo, who looked away, keeping silent.

Filip sighed and took a deep breath. He knew it wasn’t easy with the three of them here, concealed in the hidden drawer of Astrid’s bedside cabinet. Doubly so when the other two had to hide when Astrid was home. He planned to tell Astrid about them, how he couldn’t leave them out there in such a dangerous world, scurrying the hallways late at night, trying to avoid the sight of “normal” sized people.

He’d found Penelope half-starved behind the bathroom’s skirting board, too scared to look for food after her last micro-boyfriend had disappeared. Filip hadn’t a moment's hesitation in offering Penelope a space here with him, she’d never have survived alone. Hugo had been different, Filip had come across him raiding the pantry last month, his arms scratched and bloody after a fight with a rat. After a brief conversation, Filip realised under that gruff exterior Hugo was as vulnerable as the rest of them. He couldn’t leave Hugo to fend for himself in good conscience, not when he had a safe place to stay. Plus, Penelope wasn’t much of a card player.

“I’m going to get some air” said Filip as he turned to the rope ladder on the far wall. Penelope reached out to stop him, but paused, her hand hanging in midair. “I’ll be fine, nobody but Astrid is allowed in her apartment.” He felt a pang of guilt as he walked away, knowing he was keeping secret the insurance policy Astrid had provided him, a small electronic beeper he was to keep on his person at all times. He could press the button and instantly alert her phone to his need for help. As a last resort, he was also to yell her name and her connection to the ministry, in the hopes of gaining enough time for Astrid to come save him.

Filip clambered up the rope ladder, pushed open the hidden flap, and emerged on top of the bedside cabinet. He gazed around the luxurious penthouse suite. The room was dimly lit, with just the faint glow of the evening sunset coming through the large bay window and dual balcony doors at the far end of the room. To his right, silken sheets covered the queen size bed, looking like a football field to the palm-sized Filip. To his left, a couple of large oak wardrobes towered over everything else in the room, but contained just a small fraction of Astrid’s outfits.

Filip walked to the back of the cabinet, clambering down the hidden ladder to the plush carpet. His tiny feet bounced on the thick fabric. Where its springy texture offered comfort for those normal sized, for micros it was a hazardously unsteady surface. He watched his footing as he made his way around the room towards the balcony doors, sticking to corners. Even safe here in Astrid’s apartment, long-ingrained survival habits were hard to break. It was dangerous for a micro to be far from cover.

After a few minutes, he made it to the door. He rose up on his tiptoes and peeked over the bottom rim of the glass door, catching a glimpse of the big city. Looking at the city lights, he felt his frustration grow. All those people out there, they got to live their lives normally. Working, socialising, visiting restaurants, all without any fear for their safety. But for him and those like him, the world was an exceedingly dangerous place. It was so unfair. Why was he born micro?

He kicked the door with all his strength, it didn’t even rattle. He understood the frustration of his roommates. It was meant to be illegal to eat a micro. They had rights just like everyone else. So why weren’t they enforced? It was because most folk saw them as a burden, too small to be productive workers, so they began thinking of us as vermin.

Then there were the predators, women who had developed a taste for us, who enjoyed the thrill of having such complete power that they could swallow a micro whole. Reveling as they felt their prey wriggle and squirm within them, before slowly being digested down to shit. Unfortunately for micros, an appetite for micros seemed to correlate with other ambitions, leading to many predatory women in positions of power, who used their influence to protect other predatory women. Filip had heard rumours, no, he was sure it was more than that. He was sure some female pop stars secretly kept micros as playthings, living dildos, which was influencing a new generation of impressionable girls on how they should treat micros.

He remembered the first time he’d met Astrid, when she’d found him stealing from her pantry, he’d initially thought her one of those predatory women. The way she’d snatched him up, looking him over with hungry eyes, her lips curling in delight as he’d begged for his life. He’d thought it was all over, that he’d end his days in her belly or pushed up into her asshole. He still wasn’t sure what had come over him in that moment, or what he’d expected to happen, but he’d told a joke and Astrid had laughed. One joke led to two, and soon the two were pleasantly chatting.

She’d explained she worked at the Ministry for Micro Affairs, that she’d keep him safe, and had offered him the use of her bedside cabinet. Since then, their relationship had grown deeper, emotionally... and intimately. Astrid’s tastes were a bit more “adventurous” than his, the first time she’d snuck him out the apartment in her panties, he’d been far too frightened to enjoy it. But since then he’d learned more of her preferences, how she liked to be touched. She told him nobody could kiss her clit as well as he could. There was a deep sense of satisfaction in being able to bring an entity ten times his size to orgasm, to have his touch cause his entire world to quiver as he lay on her crotch, intimately exploring every inch of her body.

But he wanted more from their relationship. More than being a secret plaything. He wanted to be like all the couples out there, normal sized couples, who could get married and have children. He kicked the door again, and this time it opened touch. Filip felt a slight gust come through. He took another envious look at the city through the door before throwing his whole body weight against it, opening the gap just enough to squeeze through.

If others got to enjoy the sight of the city, then he could too! He squeezed through the gap and stepped out on the balcony, immediately feeling a strong gust nearly knock him off his feet. He braved the wind for a moment more before remembering how high up they were, even for a normal sized person, falling from the 10th floor would be fatal. He swiftly turned back to the gap in the door and squeezed himself back inside.

He sighed in relief as he made it through, appreciating the quiet stillness of the penthouse. He brushed down his shirt, wiping off the grime from the door, taking long, calming breaths. A sudden strong gust came through the gap, whipping up the dust, knocking Filip off his feet as he toppled head over heels. Filip had a moment of panic as his vision spun, before an intense pain ripped through his head and everything went black.

Astrid returned to her apartment a few hours later. She turned on the light, instantly regretted it, and turned it off again. The room spun around her and she clasped her hand to the door frame to keep herself steady. She kicked off her heels, letting them clatter against a kitchen cupboard as she staggered towards the bedroom, nearly tripping on the robot vacuum cleaner. Trying to catch her balance, she reached out and knocked the herb plant from the countertop. She winced as it smashed onto the tiled floor, hoping she hadn’t awoken Filip.

Stepping over the pile of dirt and broken ceramic, she weaved her way to the bedroom. She remembered her lesson from the kitchen and didn’t turn on the light, instead basking in the neon glow of the city stretched out on the other side of her large bay windows. This city was her city. She felt a thrill run through her, thinking of the influence she had here, at all the women out there who got to indulge their taste for micros thanks to her. She wondered what the future might hold, of women openly eating micros in public, but the queasiness of her stomach told her that vomiting might be in her future if she didn’t get to bed immediately.

She stripped off her pencil skirt and unbuttoned the last few buttons of her blouse. She decided that was enough for tonight, as she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay upright long enough to pull down her tights or unhook her bra. She took a moment to lovingly cradle the bulge of her belly, like a pregnant mother with her bump, trying to recall how many micros she’d eaten tonight. Four? Five? Six? Her memory was a blur, but she hoped some of them were still alive in there.

For Filip, his sensations were becoming a blur too. The muffled techno music he’d heard pounding through the stomach wall seemed to be gone, but so too was most of the muffin he’d been holding onto. Now it was more a collection of wet crumbs, loosely held together in the pool of stomach acid as he bobbed up and down on the surface, bumping against the half-digested remains of several other micro men. As the last occupant of her stomach, Filip had entered an acid bath that was weaker than it had been earlier in the evening, now full of nutrients and the semi-dissolved remains of what she’d eaten earlier. It’d kept him alive longer than the others, although whether that made him lucky or unlucky was debatable. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been in here, he’d lost all sensation in his legs a while ago, and didn’t dare lift them from the acid to see what dire state they were in. His face felt red and raw, like he’d been sunburnt, with the skin beginning to peel.

He’d hoped if he could stay alive long enough for Astrid to go home perhaps he might be able to induce her to vomit him up. Once she realised who she’d eaten, surely she’d take care of him? But a small voice at the back of his head whispered that it didn’t seem like the Astrid he knew, she was possessive of her belongings, and now she believed he belonged in her stomach. Another whispered voice told him he could just drift away, slip under the surface of the stomach acid and accept his status as food.

Suddenly his world twisted around. He was violently swung as the stomach acid swirled around the belly, waves of acid crashing over his head as he tried to keep his nose closed. A leg that was no longer attached to a body bobbed to the surface and knocked into his chest. Filip only hoped it wasn’t his leg. As the waves slowly settled and he tried to orient himself, he saw what had been up was now sideways.

Astrid rolled onto her back, laying back on the smooth satin sheets of her bed, moaning at their cool caress against her bare skin. She curled up her legs and ran her hands down her body, over her bra, her bulging belly, and down to her hips. She brushed her fingertips over her lace panties and she wondered what to do. She always got in the mood after eating micros. She glanced at her bedside cabinet, wondering if Filip was awake and if he’d enjoy some “playtime.”

The spinning of her head told her that was a bad idea, she’d be as likely to puke on him as talk to him. She tucked her two fingers under her panties, curling them over her labia lips and lightly rubbing her clit. She shivered in pleasure at her touch, feeling how wet she already was as her fingers drove her wild. She lifted her other hand to roll it over her belly, lightly squeezing it. “Are you still alive in there?” She whispered, afraid of waking Filip in the bedside cabinet.

Filip heard the words rumble inside the belly and felt his hopes rise. “AST- *cough*, ASTRID! PLEASE HELP” he yelled, his voice croaky as he called for help. He weakly punched at the stomach wall, his fist slightly indenting the fleshy material before bouncing back.

Astrid giggled, she could feel something still moving in her belly! She rolled onto her belly and pressed her fingers harder against her clit as she vigorously stroked herself.

Filip’s world flipped, with up becoming down and dunking him deep into the stomach acid. He frantically swung his arms as he sought to return to the surface. With his eyes closed, he felt himself knock into various other things floating in the acid, things that felt like they had once been other micros. He tried not to think what he was touching as he fought his way through it, hoping his legs were helping propel him forward even though he couldn’t feel them. He burst onto the surface and gasped for breath, feeling drops of the stomach acid enter his mouth and nose with a burning sensation. The stomach roof was much closer than it had been and no longer let in any light, with the already tight confines of the stomach feeling even tighter. He heard Astrid’s heartbeat pounding faster, and her rhythmic movement of her belly in time with her breaths speed up. “Heeelp me Astrid” he cried softly, his voice failing him.

Astrid bit her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans as she fingered herself and felt the contents of her stomach swirl around. She squirmed against the bed, grinding her belly against the mattress and trying to compress the occupants within. She wondered if they knew what she was doing, that she was getting off on their deaths. She hoped so. She wanted them to know their lives were worth less to her than a single orgasm.

After a few minutes of steadily more intense rocking back and forth on her bulging stomach, with her fingers constantly rubbing her clit, she felt a tingle deep in her loins grow. She bit her pillow to muffle the orgasmic shriek that built within her. She was like a wild predatory animal with her blonde hair a disheveled mess on the pillow around her and her skin coated in sweat, caring only about her carnal pleasure after a successful hunt. Her toes curled up against the bed as the tingling spread all through her body, arching her back with her perfect round ass in the air.

She held that pose for a few moments, feeling the orgasm spread through her, before slumping down onto the mattress with a heavy gasp. Her fingers slipped out of her pussy with a wet shlurp as she gasped for breath. She brought her fingers up to her face, catching a faint musky scent, making her wonder if this was how Amanda smelled down there. With her mind on Amanda, she slipped her wet fingers between her lips and gently sucked on them.

Tonight had been a lovely night she thought as she tugged the satin bed-sheet up and over her body, it’s thin fabric draping over every curve of her figure. Her weekly nightclub trips were the highpoint of her week, or they used to be. Since she’d met Filip, she’d started to find her enthusiasm for coming home eclipsing her enthusiasm for going out. She tilted her head to look over at the bedside cabinet with the hidden compartment. This felt like the best of both worlds, she had an almost painfully full belly, but could still be close to Filip, both emotionally and physically. She blew a kiss towards the bedside cabinet, whispering “sleep well Filip.”

Filip was closer to Astrid than she knew, being trapped in her belly and sloshed around in her stomach as she’d masturbated. The groans had almost been drowned out by the gurgles within her belly as her stomach worked to digest him alive. As Astrid settled down to sleep, Filip found his last strength and hopes fading. Even if she’d vomited him up, at this point it’d be a mercy for her to have crushed him underfoot and put a swift end to his suffering.

As Astrid dreamed of walking down the aisle with Filip, perching him on her shoulder as she said her vows, “til death do us part,” Filip’s consciousness faded as he sank deeper into the acid and all that he was became Astrid’s. The thick soupy mix of digestive enzymes and half-digested food remnants rose up over his face, accepting his contribution to Astird’s body. Parts of him began slowly breaking off and drifting down into Astrid’s intestinal tract as she slept soundly, leaving a small patch of drool on her pillow.