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This is a prologue for a series of stories that I'm going to upload on my DA and here. People who are long familiar with Shrunken people or any other Giantess stories and captions, can skip that. In this opening chapter I will lay the foundations for the world which the stories will take place in.  If you are new to the Giantess, Shrunken people, and Vore fantasies (fetishes..), please go ahead and read it. If you are already well familiar with the concept of shrinking people and vore, you can pretty much skip this chapter and continue to pick a story to read from the list of chapters. Each one is a stand alone stories, with no meaning fro the order of chapters and no connection between them. 

* I'm going to use metric units when describing sizes and stuff. You're welcome to use google for converting to other units if you like. - (I rewrote this sentence to be less offensive.)

* Also, please note that English is not my main language. There might be grammar and spelling mistakes. I'm sorry for that and I'm trying to improve. 

* Shrunken persons are called: Shrinkie, Shrunks, Tinies, Littles, etc... Normal size people (not shrunken) are called: Normal, Norms, People… 

*** UPDATE:  I may rewrite this introduction to be better written. I really recommend that if you are familiar with stories about shrunken people, then just pick one from the list of chapters and enjoy

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The world is a kind of parallel world to the one we live in. In this world, there are shrunken people, who were shrunk for different reasons. Shrunken people sizes can vary from as tiny as few mm tall (ant size) and up to 20 cm (doll size). However, that phenomenon started only few years ago, and society is still trying to cope with that. – Depends on what I want to do in the story, can go micro size or larger than doll size if I feel like it.  

There are multiple ways that a person can get shrunk: 

One of the ways is genetic. Some people have some dormant gene in their DNA, that may or may not cause a spontaneous Shrinking disease to erupt. It can happen at any age and causes the gene carriers to shrink down to a variety of sizes. Generally, the average shrinking size of the Shrink gene carriers would be on the lower third (from ant size to 5 cm), but there are exceptions. Doctors can run tests to find out if you carry the gene but cannot take any action to stop it. Once a person gets shrunk by this way, it's irreversible. Take note that these people born as Norms and become Shurnks at some point. 

A second way to be shrunk is a Shrinking virus. As much as any other virus out there, the shrinking virus is not always active and there are asymptomatic carriers. Those who get afflicted, will feel sick and will shrunk down in a matter of 2~3 days. The final size of the Shrinking virus afflicted can vary along all the spectrum, but the majority are 2~12 cm tall. The problem with the virus, is that it's very hard to detect and protect yourself from. Face masks and social distancing proved to fail containing the outbreaks. However, the contamination factor is quite low, and most people have a natural immunity for it. 

A third way to get shrunk is on purpose. In some cases, a legal action is taken against a person, and the court can sentence them to be shrunk. Whether the reason is a personal persecution or charging a criminal, the attorneys can ask for this sentence and the court have the power to order that. The industrial shrinking process is not cheap and not very common accordingly. However, in this method the person can be shrunk down to any desirable size. After being shrunk by that way, one can undergo an extremely complicated and highly expansive process, which can bring them back to their original stature. Obviously that re-growing process is very rare. 
These are the three main reasons people find themselves at a miniature size. Some doctors, lifestyle advisors, and superstitious people, claim they have some ways to lessen the odds of one catching the Shrinking virus or having their genetic condition erupt. There are no current scientific approved methods to support that.  

- Ok, so it basically as it says, but in the stories I don’t always follow these rules strictly, but the general idea is right. 

Physics of shrunken people:

Anatomically, shrunken people are much like Norms, just much smaller. A person who's shrunk, will be keeping their old mind, with their memories and all. Regarding the aspects of durability, there is no "one rule apply for all". People who get shrunk appear to have a variety of durability qualifications. Some have a regular body strength, scaled down to their size, and some get a stronger, more durable body when downsized. This can explain why some shrunken people can survive some extreme conditions that if were applied to a Norm, they would probably be dead. Some high-end shrinking institutions can engineer this quality in their subjects as well as their size.
When it comes to using their senses, shrunken people work the same as Norms. However, depending on their size, their voice is weakened. If looking at their muscle strength, it's in correlation with their durability. For instance, a 5 cm Tiny that can survive a jump from the table to the floor, can be strong enough to climb back on one of its legs. Another example is a 10 cm Tiny that was somehow swallowed whole, if durable enough, he can seriously injure the stomach of the person who ate him from the inside and cause severe internal wounds. 

- Again, can be changed and twisted to fit the current story that I write, but nevertheless will be briefly explained in that story. 

Society attitude towards Tinies:

Here is where it gets interesting. At first, when the shrinking phenomenon started to take place, people were afraid. After several years of society learning to live with that, countless of scientific researches, and some political moves, the situation is now calm. Depending on the country, region, and the community that lives there, the treatment towards Shrunken people varies. 

In general, shrunken people are not considered as regular human beings. Most civilizations looking at them in no different eyes than at bugs. Here and there you could see the rare occasion of a family treating a shrunken member as they were still a Norm. There are also some small organizations that advocate Tinies rights. However, the vast majority of Norms don't see Tinies as equals, regardless the reason of being shrunk.
Furthermore, the mainstream Norms demonstrate a lot of cruelty, deliberately or not, towards the shrunken. Some even go as far as claiming that Tinies have no place among Norms and should be eliminated as soon as they get shrunk and discovered. And so, as many times before, human beings (Norms) take advantage of everything and everyone they can. That leads us to the most common role of shrunken people in this world. Food. 

That’s right. Shrunken people are considered a delicacy. Although not as common and not nearly at the amounts of other meats like chicken, pork and beef, you can still find them everywhere that serves or sells food. Shrunken people are being eaten in all sorts of ways. They can be eaten alive, raw, fully cooked, semi cooked yet still alive, or food factory processed. 
Swallow them alive and whole is a pretty common way to consume them. If their size is small enough, and they aren’t able to try put up a fight, they can be swallowed like oysters. The bigger sized Tinies however, are almost exclusively being chewed or torn apart somehow before being swallowed. 

Teenagers and young adults have a habit of playing with or torturing Tinies before eating them. In addition, the law in most places determine that killing, harming or doing anything to a shrunken person is totally legal. Therefor, these young people have sometime the tendency to have a Tiny killed in some way just for fun, and not necessarily as food.  
Once a person is being shrunk, they know their end is near. Some companies established their all business around the Tinies industry. Usually people who got shrunk in a natural way will try to hide and survive or seek someone they trust to take care of them. Even then, it is almost certainly just temporary before they end up somewhere in the food industry.  

This is a shrunken people cruelty and humiliation story. It contains aspects of feet, shoes, vore, garbage and crush.

Contains: Vore, shrunken people, swallow whole, chewed, food, humiliation, cruelty, slavery, feet, shoes, crush, garbage, giantess.

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I was born Tiny. Usually, shrunken people were eaten or finding their ends in some other gruesome ways not long after they were shrunk. The shrinkage cause didn't matter much, there were services that targeted and captured the unfortunate Tinies to be delivered into the food industry. The ones who were lucky enough not to be caught by those services, were probably being snuffed by an ordinary Norm who would step on them, collect them for personal uses, torture them to death or simply eat them.

But not me. I am not a shrunken man, because I have never been shrunk. My parents were already Tiny due to genetic shrinkage before I was born, so I was born already Tiny. How do I know all this? Well, since I was born, I was part of a special school for kids like me, they taught me everything there. They gave me basic education of how the world works, how to read, and also Gods lessons.

The school belongs to a company called "Special Tinies for you". The company take couples of people who were both shrunk due to genetic condition, and have them produce children. The children are then separated from their parents and are sent to a special school like the one I have just graduated. I'm now 18 years old and ready to start my duty as a Tiny slave, according to everything I learned in school, especially in Gods lesson.

Gods lesson was my favorite. Learning about the Norms gods, and how us Tinies are meant to serve them was exciting. They taught us that being eaten by a Norm god is the greatest honor a Tiny can have. Only the worthiest tinies are allowed to serve the Norms in other ways than just being eaten, and that was my purpose in life. Right after I graduated, I was sent to be presented at the company's special store.

At the store, Norms would come to buy Tinies as special slaves. These weren’t ordinary tinies, we were specially educated, brainwashed if you like, to make the best effort and be the best slaves we can to whoever will buy us. Personally, I cannot wait to meet my personal Goddess, the Norm woman who will purchase me. I cannot wait to worship her divine body for years and years, before she grants me the greatest honor of being eaten by her.

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Several weeks I stood there on the shop's shelf, gazing on the Norm gods who came to buy their own personal slave. Every now and then, a giant woman would lean closer to look at and inspect me. I heard the shop attendant guiding the costumers, providing information on each Tiny slave they considered buying. Several times she explained that my school results suggest that I will be a fantastic shoe cleaner slave, or even a general Tiny cleaner. I remembered from school what that meant. My dream was to be a mouth cleaning slave, to be so close to the divine mouth of the woman who will eat me at the end.

Alas, I'm a Tiny slave, forever fated to serve a Norm god and do whatever they want me to, regardless of my desires. My only consolation is that at the end I will fulfil my highest life goal and will be eaten, so even my death can be of use and satisfy the goddess body. Drenching in my hopes and dreams, I almost haven’t noticed that a Norm woman decided that I am the one she wants.

My heart pounded like a sledgehammer. This is so exciting! The woman is beautiful to my pathetic eyes! She gave me a smirk right after she paid for me, before threw me inside her purse. I cannot believe my dreams are about to be real. All my life I prepared for this moment! And so, my life of shoe cleaning slavery has begun.

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Goddess Lexi was not a merciful one. She made me lick clean her shoes day after day. If it wasn’t her sneakers, it was her flip lops, if it wasn't her flip lops, it was her everyday shoes she wore for work. All kinds of disgusting thing were stuck to the bottom of her shoes. Dust and general grim was the most common, but occasionally there were bits of shoe gum, parts of dead bugs, few "lucky" times I got remnants of dogshit. Furthermore, she didn't provide me any nourishment other than whatever she stepped on and I had to lick. When hints of food crumbs were stuck there it was a delight.

Nevertheless, I always did my best to keep my goddess pleased. No matter how hard or vile the task was, I did it like a champ. I felt like my life is just one big hard test, and I'm excelling. On occasions, she commanded me to lick clean shoes that weren't hers, and their owner's foot was still inside them. In those cases, she had her friends come over and wanted to show me off to them. I felt so proud when she did that, it must be meant that she is content enough of me that she shows me to other goddesses.

Whenever I got the chance to sneak a look, I gazed at my goddess Lexi's beautiful face. To be specific, I liked to watch her eating. Seeing her chewing, savoring on the taste of the food she ate, provided motivation for me to keep going. Whenever she swallowed a Tiny, I envied them so much. I just can't wait for my moment to come.

I wonder what her mouth will feel like. At school, they told us that being eaten is the most divine sensual experience a Tiny can have. They told us it will be a total bliss. I'm curtain that her mouth breath smells godly, and surely way better than her feet stench. Not that I'm complaining, they told us in school that it is a privilege to even have the opportunity to serve a goddess like I do. But I still dream on the day I will be laying on her tongue. It doesn’t even matter if she chooses to chew me or swallow me whole, it's her decision, I'm only her food.

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For the last ten years or so I have been devotedly served goddess Lexi. I licked countless pairs of shoes clean, even her own feet, suffered a gruesome diet of dirt and whatever disgusting things were stuck beneath her shoes, and did it all with passion.

One day, another tiny girl was dropped near me. she looks younger than me, but I recognize the look in her eyes, she must me a special slave like me. I'm excited to get to know my new company. Goddess Lexi ordered me to show the ropes for the new girl, "so she can be not as good as me, but even better!" were her godly words. My pride took a blow, but I complied.

A week later, and the goddess put the new slave girl to the test. She passed. Immediately after that, two giant fingers came to grab me. It was extremely uncommon of my goddess to do so, which always make me excited as hell. Total bliss flooded me when she brought me close to her face. Oh my goddess! It is happening! I finally realized why she had me teaching the new girl, my time has come to being eaten at last! How wonderful!

She spoke at me.

"I know you little shits dream about being eaten at the end of your servitude, it's like your most divine aspiration or something. That's what the lady at the store said anyway. But guess what? I don't give a fuck on you pathetic little shits! I am not here to please you, you are here to pleas me! and honestly, I really don’t feel like putting you in my mouth after being at my shoes for so long. Blechh, disgusting!"

I cannot believe she just said that. My one and only true goddess is not going to grant me the end I deserve. I start to cry and whimper. She sees that and laugh.

"Ha! You pathetic little shit! Are you crying? Well, it’s your problem. Now that I've got a new slave, I no longer have use for you. I'm just gonna dispose of you, like I do to all the other things I no longer need. I asked my friends if anyone wanted you, and they all said that if they do they can just buy their own. Only one of them said that if I have no other use for you, she would take you to be used as a teat to her dog, but at the last second she changed her mind and bought a pack of tinies from the store."

My crying grew stronger, my heart shuttered hearing those words. She put me down on the table and sat by, holding a pack of few shrunken people. One by one, she started eating them in front of me.

"let me tell you a secret. I was gonna just throw you to the trash, without even talking to you, but seeing your ugly crying face is a bliss. So I though to myself, why not to have some fun on the way, ah? Now watch me eating those Tinies. Awwww, is someone jealous?"

Lexi said and stuffed a Tiny into her mouth. she chewed slowly, keeping eye contact with me, and swallowed with moan of pleasure. The next one she sucked for a bit and swallowed whole. Damn I was devastated. I wanted to be in their place so much! She held a tiny woman by her legs and sucked on her upper body like a lollipop, before she cut her in half with her front teeth. All of that time, I didn't realize why the Tinies she eats are screaming. Were those screams of pleasure? Because it didn't sound like that.

"Ok, time's up. On to where you belong now!" she grabbed and carried me to the kitchen garbage can. "Bye!" she said and flicked her tongue at me, teasing me with her mouth open. Her fingers let go and I dropped into the reeking trash can. The smell of rotting food scraps is the worse I've ever smelt in my life, being inside and surrounded by the enormous amounts of trash overwhelmed my senses. This is the far opposite from my dream. I looked up through the opening of the can to find Lexi's face looming from above, smirking and laughing at my demise.

"Listen carefully slave! You are still MY slave and must obey everything I say. What I want you to do now is lay there and don’t move at all. All I want you to do is lay there, rot and be crushed with the rest of the trash and waste. I will give you just one last hint of what you have missed, and that's it, you'll be nothing more than a piece of garbage." 

With that, her lips pursed and a glob of thick saliva gathered beneath them. she released and spat it down. She was incredibly accurate an made it land directly on me and my face. My view became obscured but I figured she closed the lid, sealing me an the reeking stench of food waste and other garbage.

I gave my entire life for my goddess. My all heart was hers. All she has done is just throw me in the garbage and spit on me. I was completely ruined. Yet, I complied to her last command like the good slave I once was, and laid motionless. I lost count and track of time, but every now and then the lid was opened, and my view was filled by the site of her or one of her friends clearing the uneaten leftovers from their plates. Some landed directly on me, some did not. At some point someone, I'm not even sure who, threw a cup of unfinished yogurt. What was left inside slowly dripped on my face, putting me in danger of drowning.

One day later, I think, the trash bag was tied shut and carried out to the dumpster. I got squished between some vegetables and pasta. Even when most of the garbage was soft and wet, my tiny fragile body was no match for the huge amounts and pressure they created. When the next goddess came to throw her own trash bag on top of mine, I was squished for good.

This is a shrunken girl vore story.

Contains: Vore, shrunken woman, swallowed alive, digestion, food, mild reference to scat, F/f.

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Danna woke up inside a black room. There were voices of other people in the room, some general crying and murmur. In addition, she was naked, and the floor felt like it is made of cardboard. She was deeply confused, none of it made any sense. When someone near her said something that sounded like "nobody gives a shit about us in this size", it triggered her memory back. It became clear where she is and what happened to her, it all came back.

Packed inside a cardboard box with some other shrunken people, Danna has just made it to the shipment line of the Tinies sorting factory. For the last couple of hours, she underwent through the entire process, resulting in her being in this specific box, ready to be shipped somewhere any moment now. The process wasn't that painful or intruding too much, but the psychological effect it had on her and other shrunken people like her was vast. It made it crystal clear that her life is no longer hers, and that her only value is the nutrient value her body possess.

The sorting process began with getting rid of any cloth if there are any. No matter where the Tiny is going to be shipped later, they can only be covered or dressed in edible cloths if necessary but naked was default. The next step was cleanup and wash, not something gentle but not too rough. Then it was the sorting itself. A machine with laser scanner scanned the holding cups with Tinies for things like size, skin tone, and sometimes gender. Not every shrinkage happens the same way, and shrunken people end up in various sizes. The computer knows where to drop each Tiny to the correct subline for packing, according to the orders the manager inserts.

Danna happened to be shrunk to the size of about 2 cm, which is considered very small, but not the smallest. The box she was packed in is to be delivered to "Nancy's café", according to the printed sticker on its side. Due to their extra small size, in difference of the larger, 5-7 cm Tinies, coffee shops and bakeries used a lot of this size Tinies because they went well as add-ons to iced coffees, as decorations to pastries, or as a replacement for chocolate chips or raisins. At this size, the Shrunks can be easily swallowed whole, yet not too small to be enjoyed crunching them for those who prefer chewing first.

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"Mom? What are you doing here? I told you I'm coming home for next weekend!" said Maya, a 22 year old brunette.

"What? Can't a mom miss her daughter and stop by to visit her in college?" answered a blonde woman in her forties. Although more than twice her age, Angela looked as beautiful as her daughter.

"Well, umm sure, I guess… so, what's up?"

"Why don't we go to a nice café or something? Surely you know a nice place nearby. Also, it's good for you to take a break from studying every once in a while."

"Yeah, you're right, it's been a rough few days. My friends are always talking about Nancy's, but I haven't gone there myself yet. They say they have an excellent Latte, specially imported from Italy, plus a variety of cakes with high quality Tinies. Since you're already here mom, I think it would be nice to check it out together."

"Mmmm, sounds good! You know how much I love to eat those little Shrunks. Did I tell you about the new buffet restaurant they opened near my work?"

"No, what's it like?"

"It's fantastic! I've gone there twice already, one time with your father and second time with the girls from book club. The Tinies Nagiri and fried Tinies with noodles were my favorite!"

"Sounds nice! I don't get to go to restaurants too much here, so I have to settle with the lower quality Tinies they offer in fast food places."

"Let's go dear, I'm buying!"

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Danna's box was being opened. The sight of a girl with black ponytail and white apron looming over the other Tinies and her welcomed her eyes. The box was being lifted and turned upside down. Having no floor to support her feet, Danna fell down into a metallic bowl. From what she managed to see, they were in some sort of industrial kitchen. Nice strong smells of chocolate, cakes, and other baked pastries filled the air. The pleasant smells were comforting, but then Danna remembered that the air smells good because it is originated in things that she likes to eat, but now she herself is going to be part of the food. This thought was not comforting.

The employee had headphones in her ears, listening to music. She was oblivious to the unheard screams coming out ow the metallic bowl filled with Tinies. Even without the earphones, the screams were nearly inaudible, not that she cared anyway. It was her job the cook with these Tinies, and if it wasn't her job, she liked to eat those anyway. She started mixing ingredients in the large mixer.

This time she was making muffins. While the flour, eggs, butter, sugar, and the rest of the ingredients were mixing in the large industrial mixer, she prepared bowls with the intended add-ons. In front of her there were bowels of chocolate chips, cranberries, and the bowl of Tinies Danna was in, just filled with the fresh ones from the cardboard box. She intended to make one batch with cranberries, one with chocolate chips, one with Tinies, and one with a mix of chocolate chips and a single Tiny somewhere inside.

Danna wasn't aware of all this. All she could see was the employee working, giving zero concern to the shrunken people's misery. It was scary as hell when the employee sent her fingers down the bowl to pinch a handful Tinies at a time. Danna couldn't see this but the employee added them to the mixer to be mixed with the muffins dough. The employee poured the mixtures to the baking cups.

Next, she grabbed another handful of Tinies from the bowl, this time containing Danna. She used her fingers to carefully throw only one Tiny to each cup, for the muffins with chocolate chips and a tiny. Danna was plunged into the sticky wet dough, and drowned in. She was completely covered, however for some reason she wasn't suffocating. Not all Tinies were resilient as her, some drowned to death in the mixture of dough few minutes later.

A disturbing thought crossed Danna's mind. There is no question that this is her end, but how would it play out? Is she going to die due to the intense heat of baking? Is she going to drown and suffocate later? What if she survives all this only to be crushed between someone's teeth? And if not that, being digested alive, burning in stomach acids didn't sound like fun either. What if no one will buy this particular cupcake? Will she be thrown to the trash, trapped forever in her spongy prison, left to rot under a pile of stinky garbage? So many questions and only one way to find out, and the whole thing was out of her hands in any matter.

After she finished preparing the muffins, it was time to put all the trays in the oven for baking. In the meantime, she noticed there were several tinies left over in the bowl. She supposes to either save them to be used in some future recipe if needed, or to throw them to the trash with the rest of leftover ingredients. However, there were no pending plans for making something that required Tinies for the rest of the day. If that so, she felt it was a shame to throw away such good quality Tinies, the manager isn’t here today so she can treat herself to the few Tinies left. One by one, she popped them into her mouth for a short suck, then swallowed them whole.

At the same time, Danna was going through the intense hellish heat of the oven. 175 degrees Celsius is no joke, especially when your whole little poor body is surrounded by thick creamy muffin mixture. She felt the heat gradually growing stronger, as it transmitted to her through the mixture, contracting the hot oven's air. Nevertheless, as much as the heat was intense and unbearable, Danna somehow survived it. She made it alive all the way to the point she felt movement and realized her tray is being pulled out of the oven. After some time to cool off, the employee extracted the baked muffin cups out of the pan and placed them on decorative trays to be displayed under the glass in the store.

It was not totally dark for Danna, although she couldn’t see a thing and her view was obscured by the spongy texture of the muffin, small amount of light managed to slip through. She felt movement but had no idea what's happening and where she and the muffin she's in are being placed. She vaguely heard the muffled voices of a coffee shop, but she couldn't quite figure out where she is. One thing is for sure, she is food now, and there is nothing she can do about it. She can't even try to talk her way out of this, no one is going to hear her at this size.

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"Wow! This place looks amazing! Your friends know what they talk about, Maya."

"Yes, mom, it looks good. I'm actually in the mood for some latte and muffins or something."

"Yeah, sounds good dear! Why won't you find us a seat and I'll go get us some treats?"

The young adult and her mom entered "Nancy's café". The atmosphere inside was warm and welcoming, exactly like it should be on a place where you come to have a nice calm sit-down. 
All around there were sights of people having a coffee with a Tiny as a stirrer, cake slices with Tinies laying on the frosting, one woman used a special augmented Tiny as a straw to sip her hot chocolate through, another man was chewing on a Tiny girl, and the general sight of people having a drink or a treat, not necessarily with a Tiny. Maya and Angela looked forward to have their own treat.

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Danna felt movement. It felt like a motion upwards and then a descend down which was stopped instantly. Then some wavey motion and another descend which was stopped instantly. Lucky for her, the spongy prison engulfing her made the blow go easy. She heard the voices of two women conversing. She could barely understand, but she did manage to pick up some words. Sounds like they are admiring some muffins. Is her muffin being represented among others and they decide which one to take? Or was she already served to these ladies? Danna grows scared, the thought of being eaten by one of those unknown ladies is terrifying.

She heard the women talking about some latte that tastes delicious, following by comments of the great taste of some cakes. Additionally, she heard a conversation that sounded like it is between mother and daughter, some stuff about college, something about finding a boyfriend. Not being able to see something useful, her mind conjured up an imaginary image of the two women. The longer the time passed, the closer Danna came to the realization that she's going to be eaten by one of these unknown, mysterious women.

Does she have any preference? Not really. Her only true preference is not to be eaten, and not being killed otherwise. Alas, that wasn't the way things worked for shrunken people like her. However bizarre it was, the mystery of who among the two is going to eat her kept her mind busy. Trying to think about it as some sort of a game, to wager and see if she's right, is somewhat better than drowning in self misery and the thought of her benevolent doom. A movement is interrupting her thoughts.

This is it, she thinks to herself. She felt a short movement upwards. Following that came a felling of some pressure on the spongy surroundings. The pressure was relieved with a clicking sound of collision between two solid objects. Danna realized to her horror it is probably teeth biting that she has just heard. Having a piece of the cake removed, made an area where the amount of cake above her was thinner than before, and a bit more light slipped through. Yet, she still hadn't the faintest idea of who's eating her own muffin and what she looks like.

Couple of more bites were as same as the first. Then, the fourth one felt significantly different. Instead of feeling the squeezing teeth pressure above or in front of her, she felt it below her. The woman who currently eats her is taking bites large enough to engulf her whole. Danna didn't know if it is good or bad luck that the giant teeth didn’t come to cut her in half right there. Darkness surrounded her once more, and she embraced for the worst.

People usually don’t go on and chew cakes like when they chew on something harder like crackers, or some crispy vegetables. They just place the piece of cake in their mouth, laying on their tongue. The unknown woman who's eating Danna was no different. She placed the piece on her tongue and shut her lips close. Letting her saliva slowly melt the delicious piece, she gently mushed the soft bite of cake between her wet tongue and palate. She wanted to savor every moment of this.

Danna felt the soft spongy surroundings being pressed hard into her small body. She felt it getting soaked wet with saliva. This is it, she is inside some woman's mouth, being mushed by her tongue, coated by her disgusting saliva. Sloshing around was next. Danna was being pushed here and there by the massive tongue. Clearly, the woman noticed her and took great pleasure in tasting her. Danna was coated with wet mushed cake as well as the woman's saliva. Occasionally she felt herself hitting something hard, probably the teeth. The woman enjoyed sloshing her around and licking her all over.

Something that sounded like a bucket full of water being instantly emptied on the floor accompanied the feeling of sliding down. Danna just realized she has been swallowed. With wet chunks of cake and saliva coating he entire body, some has even got into her mouth, she was sliding or rather being pushed down the esophagus. During the way down, the sounds of heart beating, and breathing were extra loud, obscuring any other noises from outside.

With a plop, she dropped down into the pool of the stomach. the first thing that crossed Danna's mind was "Eww, disgusting!". Immediately she was drenched in a mushy pool that felt sticky and slimy yet tingling. strong smells of chocolate, vanilla, coffee, and vomit immediately assaulted her nose. It was absolutely dark, so she couldn't see anything. Danna expected the stomach acids to be much more aggressive, feeling now that it doesn’t immediately burn her skin off signaled that it's going to take a while.

A shower of warm latte splashed all over Danna, reminding her where she is and what her purpose is. The loud bodily sounds of heart beating, air flowing, and now also bubbling and digestion noises was all that she could hear, nothing from the outside. So, here it comes, this is the end, Danna thought to herself. This is the last place she's going to be still alive at. There are some advantages of this. For instance, it means the nightmare is ending, another thing is she won't have to live through the rest of process and feel herself literally being turned into feces.

A wet mush of chewed cake dropping o her head interrupted her again. She was just shrunk and eaten. Just like that. No matter why and how she was shrunk, to the Norms she was nothing but food. Fate didn't even have the decency to let her know who has just ate her. All she knows is that it is probably a woman, might be a college girl, might be her mother, but she still can't tell.

There is this person, who took great pleasure in in savoring her taste, who's really enjoying this entire situation. Danna's own miniscule body is going to be digested by this unknown random giantess, providing her body with small amount of nutrients. Her death is going to be slow and agonizing, as she slowly starts to feel sensitive place like her eyes, nose, lips, and vagina starting to burn a little due to the stomach acid. All of that and she still doesn't know who is the woman who ate her, not what her name is, how old she is, or even what she looks like. All she can tell is that it is most likely a woman, and that she likes lattes and cakes with Tinies.

This is a shrunken people vore story.

Contains: Vore, swallowed whole, digestion, food, chewed, giantess, interview, reporter, mild references to scat (very light), FM/tiny.

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I'm glad the new elected government is more liberal. At my unfortunate current situation at court, the new law they passed not long ago can be very much the difference between life and death for me. let me explain it from the beginning.

In addition to natural shrinkage causes, it became a common thing to artificially shrink down criminals instead of locking them up in a prison. At the beginning, all criminals were shrunk permanently and they were just being handed over to the food industry, or sold in vending as snacks throughout public places. Often their crime they have committed was printed on a small label attached to them. Due to some developments in technology and shrinking science, and the fact that the newly elected government was more liberal, the situation changed a bit, in favor of the shrunken people.

Recent advances in shrinking technology made it possible to reverse the process, granted it was made artificially and not by a natural cause like genes or virus. Furthermore, it is now possible to augment the artificially shrunken people in a way that they are indigestible. It doesn’t mean, however, that they are totally invincible. They are still can be killed or injured by being crushed or chewed, but they have high chances of surviving the ride through one's digestive system assuming they were swallowed whole. Families of those who were shrunk by a court order for committing petty crimes like jaywalking, small thievery, not collecting their pet's poop in public parks, and so on, were not fond of the idea their loved ones would become a small snack for such a dumb reason.

Therefore, a new law has been passed, demanding the court to determine a minimum shrinkage period for all of the convicted. For instance, a murderer could be given 25 years of being shrunk, a serial killer could be shrunk for life, and for petty crimes the punishment could be something like 1-3 years or so. After the punishment has been concluded and the time has been served, if the shrunken convicted could re appear in court, they would be unshrunk and restored to their normal dimensions to continue their lives as Norms. A big IF.

Seriously, anything more than that, there is not any politician who's dumb enough to suggest, no matter how much they are in favor of shrunken people rights. This new law is as good as it's going to get to shrunken convicted people. The idea is that from now on, those who shrunk for a short time as an answer to a minor crime they have committed, will have a decant chance of surviving through their sentence, and with some luck and help from sympathizing Norms, they can be restored.

And returning back to my story, now I am in court, facing the possible punishment of being shrunk to a period of two years. I'm not rich enough to afford a good lawyer. The stat's lawyer is way better than my own. The verdict is coming closer and closer, and I'm about to lose my mind in fear of the inevitable punishment. And it's not like that I've done something terrible. My only felony is that I watched a pirated version of Mandalorian. I didn’t have any choice, I already have a legit account on Netflix, but "Disney +" isn’t available in my country. Thinking back on how awesome both seasons were, the judge knocking her wooden hammer and the police is taking me to the shrinking chamber.

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I wake up naked, looking at what appears to be some office compound behind a huge glass wall in front of me. I'm currently strapped to a giant metal spring. I do the math in my head and realize that I'm in a vending machine, being offered as a snack to the office workers for some cheap price. I know I cannot be digested, but no one is promising to just swallow me whole and nice. Being a living nice little snack is the most common use of Tinies, but some Norms have other ideas in mind.

Two women approaching, they both dressed like secretaries. As thy come closer to the machine, I start to grasp how gigantic they are to me. I estimate that my size is about 2-3 cm, perfectly suitable to be swallowed whole and not too Tiny to be insignificant. They both look in their late 20's, and beautiful. I can hear them talking to each other. They talk about a coffee break and getting some snacks. One of them, named Natasha, a blonde with glasses, is in the mood for a Tiny. She eyes the selection of Tinies available at the machine among other snacks, me included.

"What about than one?"

"Eww no, she's fat!"

"So, what about the one in the corner, looks tasty."

"Hmm, sure he does. Let's see… it says that he was convicted for driving while being drunk. No! I just want a light snack, to suck for a bit and swallow. That guy deserves a horrible death. Drunken drivers are worse than murderers, I hope Jeanette will take him, she likes to torture those little shits."

"Yeah, you're right, drunken drivers should have been executed even before all of this shrinking. What about the one in the second row?" (points at me).

"let's see, copyrighted material pirate viewing. Yeah, that's total BS, poor little guy. But, a Tiny is a Tiny, and he looks good enough."

The secretary inserted some coins to the machine and typed the numbers for my spot. I try to prepare myself for what is about to happen. I already know that this woman, this hot giantess, wants to swallow me whole. I know that I have very good chances of surviving the journey through her and emerge alive out of her ass at the end. Thinking of this disgusting situation is not easing my mind, yet I try hard to concentrate on the hope that I can actually get through this and earn my old life back.

At the break room, the two colleagues are chatting, having a coffee. They talk about some guys at the office, promotions, about one of the managers sexually harassing his assistant and how he should be shrunk and given to her as a compensation, and a general casual chatting between two girls at the office. I do not pay much attention to their talking, I'm busy convincing myself that it will all be good and being eaten alive isn't as terrifying as it sounds. I am not religious, but right now I wish I had some divine entity to prey to.

Alas, the only realistic divine entity in my life right now is the giant woman with tied blonde hair, eyeglasses, and red lipstick who is about to eat me. I embrace as she nonchalantly brings me to her opening mouth.

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Almost two years later.

A young reporter from one of the major TV news channel was conducting a series of interviews for an article about Tinies. For several weeks, she made a researched on the entire subject of shrunken people. She interviewed doctors, scientists, food chains employees, law people, and even Tinies. Her goal was to bring the audience a broad perspective on the reality, and to show all of the sides. Of course, the idea wasn’t to make Norms feel pity with Tinies, but to educate the folks back home in a same matter where they make an article about how smartphones are being designed and sold.

Suzan contacted me two weeks ago. She stumbled upon me by pure chance. I was sold as an ice cream topping among 5 other Tinies and some other sweets, for the purpose of her enjoying my taste as many other Norms did before her in the last couple of years. Suzan is a beautiful woman in her early 30's. She has a long wavey hair, and blue eyes. To my surprise however, right before she went in for the first lick, she stopped and looked at the Tinies and I in a strange, questioning look. She asked us then if by any chance one of us is one of those convicted shrunken people who were shrunk for a supposedly limited time and made indigestible. I waved my hands, screaming to her that I am. She carefully pinched me out of the cold substance and stored me in her purse. The rest of the Tinies were sent to her mouth to be eaten, coated by vanilla ice cream.

At her office, she told me about this article she is working on and asked if I'm willing to let her interview and then show me on TV during the broadcast. That's a new one, I thought to myself. Obviously, I agreed. Participating in something like this means fewer Norms that will eat me, and being so close to the end of my sentence, I felt the salvation closer then ever.

Suzan: "So, tell me about yourself a little, who were you before you were shrunk?"

Me: "Well, I was a college student, nothing out of the ordinary."

Suzan: "Tell me about your sentence. What was your felony? How much shrinkage time did you get? How much is left to see it out?"

The first few questions were general background, the real deal is my story of what happened next. It starts whit me telling on the first time I was being eaten. The entire interview was captured by a camera and special modified microphone so I can be heard properly.

Me: "So, I was placed inside a snacks vending machine at some office compound. One of the women working there got me as a snack on her break. I remember being terrified. I knew I couldn’t be digested, but it is still not much of a comfort. Try to look at it like being involved in a car accident while wearing a seatbelt and having airbags in the car. Sure, you'll survive, but it is still a car crush. That's how I felt."

Suzan: "Hmm, I see… can you describe what it is like to be eaten? What you felt while entering that woman's mouth? What it was like to actually be her food?"

Me: "Hmphh, like asking a veteran to talk about the first time he was under fire. The first sight of that secretary opening mouth is a pretty scary one. As you can see, I'm no more than what? 3 cm tall? Her tongue alone is bigger than my entire body. Being inside her mouth, laying on the tongue is a feeling like I never felt in my life before. It's all wet and constantly moving. Every person who kissed someone before and felt someone else's tongue, it's something like that but thousand times more intense. Not to mention the smell. You know how when sometimes you talk to a person and want to keep some safe distance from their mouth to avoid catching the scent of their breath? So being shoved into someone's mouth doesn’t leave you any chance. You are literally in it."

Suzan: "Fascinating! It's the first time we're talking to someone who has been eaten and came to report what's it like. So, does every person's mouth smells different? Or it's all feels similar?"

Me: "Well, yeah. It depends on the person's mouth hygiene I guess, and also in whatever they ate beside me. At the first time I was eaten that woman drank coffee, so her mouth smelled like coffee. But in other occasions it was really whatever you can imagine- mint, salads, hot or spicy stuff, chocolate, even you almost ate me in a vanilla ice cream."

Suzan: "Yeah I almost did! What it is like to be swallowed? What happens in the stomach?"

Me: "sliding down the esophagus is reminding riding a big waterslide in a waterpark. Only this time it is all pitch black, and your entire body is covered in fleshy tissue. Also, you don't lend in a small cyan pool of water, you splash into a pool of digestive acids and mushed food. In addition, the walls are made of slippery flesh and constantly moving. The smell in there is even worse than the worst mouth I've been in."

Suzan: "What's it looks like? Does it hurt?"

Me: "well, I have no idea what's it looks like, because there is no light source and you can't see a thing. Does it hurt? Well, not so much. It is tingly yet doesn't hurt as I am resistible to digestion. If there are very loud noises from outside, like on a raging party, I can sometimes hear them through. But usually it's just stomach noises."

Suzan: "Can I ask what happens next?"

Me: "Sure you can, hehe. Well, I'm assuming we all know what generally happens to food after it leaves the stomach. the riding through the intestines is unique. Try to imagine being shoved into a very long sleeve of plastic bag. Together with you, there are mushy wet chunks of melted food. The plastic is tightly covering you and the mess, and you're being pushed and shoved through a very long track like this."

Suzan: "let's save the audience from over describing this phase, but what happens when you exit?"

Me: "Yeah, that part is highly disgusting no matter the circumstances. I usually just plop down into the toilet with the rest of the "business". Nobody give's much attention to me at this point and I'm simply being flushed away with the rest of the excrement. I'll spare you the description of how it feels."

Suzan: "Wait, if you're being flushed down to the sewers, how do you find yourself back at someone else's plate?"

Me: "Ok, this is probably new to the broad audience, but there are facilities that monitor and treat sewer waters. It doesn’t just being flushed to the ocean, it's being treated before, to not contaminate the environment. At these centers there are devices to "fish" and collect indigestible Tinies. There is ever so small chance that you'll avoid that and get free, but trying to survive alone out there is a quick way to find yourself becoming a red stain under someone's shoe. In this opportunity I must say that baby wipes are a real menace. They are NOT suitable for flushing down the toilet. I nearly got buried in a massive chunk of them couple of times."

Suzan: "So, you're telling that someone collect you from the sewer and send you right back to be eaten again?"

Me: "No, it's not like that. They first send us to a special treating factory where we are being "recycled". We undergo a thorough process of disinfection and cleaning. Only then we are being shipped back to the food industry. It might sound disturbing at first, to eat a tiny that was washed in the sewers, but the recycling process is so advanced, that at the end of it I was as clean as I ever been in mt life. The average Tiny you can find in fast food chains is way less cleaned."

Suzan: "How much time does it take to find yourself back at someone's mouth?"

Me: "Hmm, usually a week or so."

Suzan: "How many times you have been eaten?"

Me: "Do the math. On average it's once every week, and there are 52 weeks in a year, and it almost have been two years since I was shrunk, so, it is safe to say that about a hundred people ate me. Wow, saying it like this out loud sounds strange."

Suzan: "You told me about the first time you were eaten. Can you tell us about different occasions? Were there any unique ones, or some that left a stronger memory?"

Me: "Hmm, let's see… I was eaten mostly by women but sometimes men. I was eaten by Norms of all ages, from 17 year old high schoolers, to nearly 70 year old grandmas. One time a young couple shared me on a kiss…"

Suzan: "Hoo, tell us about it!"

Me: "Hehe ok. Umm, the girl put me inside her mouth, and instead of suck on and swallow me as usual, I suddenly felt the scent of another person's mouth, and I was being passed from mouth to mouth in a kiss. One of them swallowed me eventually. Hmm, should I continue?"

Suzan: "Yes please! Tell us about more occasions like this! This is the first time our viewers are seeing an interview with someone who has been eaten and survived to tell us what's it like. Most of the Norms who eat Tinies, don't do it for simply the taste. That experience of swallowing a living being who deserves to be eaten is extraordinary! So, hearing your side of this only intensify the fun! Please continue."

Me: "I see… well, I can tell you that being eaten with food that I don't like is never fun. Being eaten with something spicy is very unpleasant. Getting buried by a vast amount of food inside someone's stomach won't kill me, but it surely not a great experience. One guy ate me once first thing in the morning, before brushing his teeth, that was disgusting! Few times I was swallowed by a party goer, along large volumes of alcohol. I had a little party of my own in their stomach, hehe."

Suzan: "Sounds like you had some fun on the way, and it's not all misery."

Me: "Well yeah, it's like when a boxer is learning to take a hit and practice receiving punches. After being swallowed 20 scary times, you start to notice some funny stuff too."

Suzan: "Were you ever eaten by the same person more than once?"

Me: "Oh actually yes. I thought the chances for this are extremely low, but within 4 weeks or so, I was being eaten twice by the same woman. Surprisingly enough, both times were on different restaurants, and I was served to her in two different dishes. The first time was at Italian restaurant, she ate me with Spaghetti Bolognese. The second time I was part of the chocolate souffle she had for dessert. Is it weird that I kinda liked being eaten by her? I mean, she is beautiful after all…"

Suzan: "Wow, so you are telling me that in some cases you like being eaten?"

Me: "I wouldn't put it like that. You see, being inside someone's and all is a very intimate experience. So I guess that if I find that person very attractive, it somehow adds a nice side to this whole mess."

Suzan: "Very interesting to hear. Tell me, have you ever been eaten by something other than a human Norm?"

Me: "Unfortunately yes. One Norm girl fed me as a treat to her dog once. I swear this was one of the scariest moments if not THE scariest moment in my entire life. To begin with, I have a fear of dogs. Even before I was shrunk, I always felt intimidated near one. Additionally, I didn't know for sure that I am durable enough to survive the more aggressive digestive system of the dog. Being eaten by it isn't like anything I encountered before. The smells were out of the scale horrible, and getting out through the rear isn't a moment I like to go back to."

Suzan: "Do you have any food sensitivity or allergies? What happens if someone eats you with something like that?"

Me: "Well, other than being lightly lactose intolerant and thing the tastes and smells of some food items, I don’t have any allergy or something. One time I was sent to a diary products factory, to be packed as an add-on for a yogurt. When the girl who bought me upended my small box into the yogurt cup, I tried my best not to ingest it. Unfortunately for me, once I was being swirled by her tongue inside her mouth with a glob of yogurt, I couldn't hold ant longer. Later it did make my stomach feel unwell, but that was a minor problem considering the larger picture."

Suzan: "Have you ever been eaten by someone you know? Did someone ever recognize you?"

Me: "Let me answer the second question first. No. In fact, I found out that no matter who is the Norm who's eating me, every single one of them sees me as nothing but food. You are the first Norm ever to treat me differently."

At this point Suzan sneaks a smirk to herself.

Suzan: "Ahem, did anyone you know ever ate you? A family member perhaps? "

Me: "Actually, yes. And not too long ago. Not a family member, I haven't seen my family since I was shrunk, but one of my former teachers from high school got me once. She didn't recognize me though. She used to teach me math, back when I didn't like that lesson. I guess failing in that exam once came to bite me in the ass when she ate me in her bowl of salad hehe."

Suzan: "Well, I think that's enough material for my article. Do you have anything to add? Any conclusion or summery?"

Me: "Yeah well, you have to remember that for us Tinies we see ourselves as regular human beings. I know that's not how Norms see us, and the law supports that, but whenever you eat one of us, is much more than eating beef or chicken. It was really frustrating when one time I was eaten by an unknown person. I was put inside a sandwich, being pressed between a slice of tomato and a slice of cheese. I was in the middle of it and saw nothing of the outside world. All I could do was lay there as I felt someone taking bites out of the sandwich when eventually one of those bites contained my whole body. I was simply eaten by some Norm, never know who they were or what they looked like. It's a miracle that they took the bite around me and not through me. In another case, I was part of a popcorn bowl for two girls watching a movie. I managed to hold on to the side of the bowl long enough to enjoy most of the movie and got eaten right before the most interesting part. Disappointing."

Suzan: "So in about three weeks you will be able to go to the court and apply for restoration?"

Me: "That's correct. If I will survive until them, which I yearn for, with some luck I will be able to excuse myself out of the food industry cycle and reach the court."

Suzan: "We're broadcasting this interview as part of the big article next week, until then I'll keep you with me, so we can show you on the news panel on live TV."

Although she has just interviewed me like a normal person, I was not. Suzan put me inside a clear jar on a shelf in her kitchen, to be saved for the date of broadcasting her article. Her husband almost ate me by mistake once, but she stopped him in time. I was nothing but a thing to her, just an item to show to the audience.

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The studio where they shoot the news panel from is huge. I see the familiar table in the middle, shined by strong lights. The famous reporters and news presenters were gathering in. I've never been on TV before, I'm excited like a little kid. The news report starts with the usual stuff. They talk about politics, economy, recent events, and a small article about some local dispute.

The news presenter, a mature woman with blue jacket is giving the stage to Suzan, to present her article about Tinies. I watch the article plays on a small screen on the side, wile the news crew are having a break to fix their makeup and stuff. The article is broken in the middle for a commercial break. Lacking anything else to do I watch them. The adverts of new foods and snacks containing Tinies, featuring a sexy woman tasting it, are always irritating to watch. Most of the times it's the regular digestible Tinies, who are being eaten only once.

After the filmed and edited article, containing most of my interview was shown, it was the time for debate the matter between the reporters around the table. they all make strong cases that Tinies are nothing but food. One of them go as far as calling them a menace and a threat on humanity, and that they should be disposed of on sight. To make sure the viewers don't get the wrong impression, they had the camera zoom on me, verifying that it is me from the filmed interview.

It was not strange for me, however I did not expect Suzan to shove me into her mouth right then and there on live TV. She swirled me around inside her mouth couple of times and opened it again, to show the camera that I am inside. Her lips shut close again, living me in the familiar darkness of a Norm's giant mouth. Her smelled like mint right now. She quickly swallowed me and showed to the camera her empty mouth as a proof. I should have seen it coming.

About an hour later, I'm still laying in her empty stomach. Something plops on my head. Judging by the smell it's pizza. More and more chewed pieces of pizza drenched in Suzan's saliva are splashing down on me inside her stomach. Occasionally a shower of what I think is a diet Coke showering me too. nothing so far is new to me, but it has been few weeks since the last time I was eaten. Next morning, she expelled me out of her ass and flushed down. Another trip to the water treatment facility. Lt's look at the bright side. It's only one more time of being eaten by someone, one last time and I can head back to the court.

I'm not sure what went wrong during the process this time, but I was sent to a fast food burger chain this time instead of a decant restaurant or a special delicacies section of a supermarket. Lightly fried tinies were something some people preferred over regular French fries. And here I am, sitting in a paper bowl with other lightly fried Tinies and French fries. On the tray next to me there is a huge burger wrapped in paper, and a huge plastic cup with some milkshake. The employee throws packets of ketchup and mayo on the tray nearby.

The giant round face of a fat young woman is looming above my tray. She has a short blonde hair and a pink t-shirt. Her cute lips are quite small in comparison to her chubby face. Ok, one last time. Survive her and you can go free I'm telling myself. I asses that her stomach filled with the mixture of all this won't be the best ride I ever had, but I survived worse. I try to think only positive thoughts, about my forthcoming freedom.

The young woman starts her meal with the milkshake and unwraps her burger. She takes few of the ketchup packs and spread it all over my area. She's grabbing a fry with a Tiny and brings it to her mouth. The chewing motions are not easily distinguished, and obscured by the chubby features of her face. She is nice looking, but still fat. She continues with big bites out of the huge burger.

Occasionally, she sneaks a small, cute burp out. I've already been in messy stomachs before, I can handle her too. She continues reaching for some more tinies smeared with ketchup. It appears that she doesn’t take long between bites, which is a good sign to me, it means she swallow them whole without chewing. My turn is about to come any moment now.

A long sip of her milkshake, followed by a big bite of the burger. Mere seconds after she took the bite, with still remnants of the not chewed enough mush in her mouth, she reached her fingers to grab me with a fry. The way to her mouth was quicker than I had anticipated. I came face first to a wet mush of the bite she has just taken and didn't finish chewing.

Obviously, she knows she needs more chewing, but this time I was in her mouth too. Everything starts swirling around. The strong chewing and mushing pressures are enforcing ketchup, saliva, and other chewed food into my mouth. Suddenly in all of that mess, I feel great pain in my legs. I try to somehow respond to that and realize that my legs became flattened. She just crushed my legs between her teeth.

I refuse to give up. I refuse to succumb to the bitter reality that I won't be able to get out of this situation. Common sense is no longer part of me right now. She pauses to swallow some of the chewed enough mush, but not all the contents of her mouth are properly chewed. She takes a sip of her milkshake to help. The cold substance hits me right in the face. I feel her tongue slithering beneath me, and then twisted sideways. I feel hard rigid surface beneath my arm. Crunch.

I can still make it out, I lie to myself. With a loud gulp, what's left of me is being swallowed down. When I splash into her reeking, filling stomach, I finally give up and except the bitter truth. I came so close to making it out. This was supposed to be the last time I'm being eaten. Freedom was never close, literally around the corner. Alas, I'm still a Tiny. And as a Tiny, I have no rights at all. I'm only food for the Norms, to eat me in whatever way they want. This young fat woman decided she feels like chewing. And now, I'm sitting badly injured in the depths of her stomach, destined to become nothing more than few calories and some fat on her body.

Trying to make a list and compare the giant Norms who ate me, she wasn't even at the best 30. I can't help but feel sorry for myself. It was better to have been shrunk and eaten for good one time, rather than suffering this for two long years, living on false hope for it to end someday. With my current injury condition, the protection against digestion isn't efficient. I'm being knocked down by more chunks of chewed food. This is my final resting place.

Hey, at least I got to see Mandalorian. It is a great series.

This is a shrunken people vore and cruelty story. The story is about a shrunken person being eaten by his aunt and her friends. The story has an optional bonus part at the end, containing scat.

Contains: Vore, shrunken people, swallow whole, chew, digestion, food, cooking, humiliation, cruelty, aunt, scat (optional).

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I don’t like big family gatherings. Well, when it is some holiday's dinner and it happens in my house, it is fine. I like to cook, and I like having guests enjoying my cooking. However, when those family gatherings are taking place at someone else's home, and some very distant relative which I don’t like so much are coming too, I don't like it as much. They always have so much food that I don't use to, like some weird salads and stuff. Also, you have play nice and be polite towards some stupid family members. One of the aunts in my family is particularly annoying. Not only she makes big salads which makes me want to vomit just by looking at or smelling them, she also brings her idiotic anti-vaccine agenda to the table. With the shrinking pandemic and all, no one wants to see themselves or their loved ones catching the shrinking virus and ending as food, and those hypocrite, stupid anti-vccers are making me furious.

Anyway, that's enough about me and my family. Ironically, the one thing I feared the most from happened, and the reason for that will make even Murphy to laugh at my cruel ironic fate. You see, there's a vaccine to help you get safe from the shrinking virus. You can still, however, get shrunk by genetics or by purpose, but at least that's one major concern off your mind. The vaccine is considered 99.9% efficient and safe, there is ever so small chance of side effects. the lowest possible side effect, with nearly zero chances of occurring, is actually get shrunk.

Of course, that for someone like me Murphy's laws are sometimes proving themselves more accurate than Newton's laws. You probably figured it out by now, I fell into those nearly non existing chances of getting shrunk as a side effect of the anti shrinking vaccine. Yeah, I got shrunk. Yes, I got shrunk as a result of the "anti shrinking" vaccine. Yes, if I hadn't taken it like my stupid aunt always mumbled, I was still at normal size. Putting aside all the anxiety and the terror of what is expecting me as a Tiny, I couldn’t help but feel stupidly ashamed. Any rational human being will support my side in that argument. But once I got bitch-slapped by fate and irony, it was impossible to make my case.

My family members didn't want to get the penalty of not turning in a fresh shrunken person to the authorities (which will roll you into the food industry in most cases), so once I shrunk, they all said goodbye and deposited me in a Tiny drop point. Right before then, my aunt used her chance to taunt me and rub it in my nose.

"Ha! I told you those vaccines aren’t as safe as you claim! Who knows what the government is trying to inject us? I never trust them! if only you were listening to me, you wouldn't have found yourself in this situation. How does it feel to know that you were wrong, and because you were wrong you are now going to find yourself in someone's belly? Hehe! Also, I'll have you know that if by any chance I'll find you in the groceries store or on my plate at a restaurant, you're not getting any special treatment, no different than any other Tiny I've ever ate. I saw on the other day on the internet a recipe for Tinies limbs salad. It looks delicious! Who knows? Maybe you'll find yourself in one of those salads haha! Goodbye! Enjoy being deliciously wrong!"

Her insulting me really got me mad. Not that I could do anything other than except my poor fate. She was wrong about so many things, never wanted to except the simple truth, but she is the one who stayed in normal size, to continue her normal life and eating miserable shrunks like me. I'm on the other hand, used to hold the intellectual high ground, and fell for damn statistics. The thought of being eaten terrifies me. The thought of being eaten by one of my distant relatives (close family would never do that to me) terrifies me even more. But the though of being used as food by that idiot smug aunt, was both terrifying and humiliating. When the time comes, I hope it would be quick and not messy.

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I found myself on a supermarket's shelf. Instead of being wrapped in sealed plastic, because my "freshness" can stay while I'm exposed to open air, there's a new trend of packing us Tinies in recycled fabric strings (help lower the use of plastics eh?). I see shoppers walking in front of me all day long. Some take few Tinies to add to their cart, some look for specific type of Tinies, and some just walk past us. I don't know what I want more - to never be bought and maybe try to survive somehow, even when I know that employees are taking Tinies which have been on the shelf for too long, or just be bought by someone, a beautiful woman would be preferred, and get it over with? With my bad luck probably a teenage boy will buy me and eat me with flaming hot Cheetos to get cool with his gang.

A woman maybe in her forties came to select a bunch of Tinies from my shelf. She grabbed maybe ten of us, including yours truly. Her cart is full of groceries, and keeps filling. It looks like she's on her weekly supermarket run, with some extra stuff one would buy for a party or something like wine and snacks. I take a moment to look at her. She's has dark brown hair, dressed casually, she looks like that average mom person, not a hot one, but not bad at all. I guess that in few days I will enter her mouth. Maybe not, with the number of items filling her cart, there were certainly other people she was buying food for. Oh god, buying food for, I'm food, for her or someone else, this is depressing.

At her home she shoved the rest of the Tinies and me into some container, leaving us in darkness. I tried to converse with the rest of the Tinies, found about who they were before they were shrunk and how they even shrunk. Ironically, one of the shrunken women, a formerly young student was an anti-vaccer too, who was shrunk by catching the virus. She laughed when I told my story. We couldn't see clearly, but we figured that we are all about the same size, about 7-8 cm, and same body figure.

Light flooded the container I was in and temporarily blinded me. When my sight got back, I saw me and nine other Tinies laying on the kitchen counter near a cutting board. The lighting from the window suggested that it is afternoon time. The woman who bought us was in the process of making dinner, and we are going to be part of it. Smells of cooking filled the air. It smells good, I thought to myself, but then I remembered that this food is not for me to enjoy. Someone will eat me in few hours.

The woman placed a pealed cucumber on the cutting board. For me it looked huge, more than twice my size. She took a big knife and started to chop. The thought of me being there cut to pieces scared me senseless. The smell of fresh vegetables wrapped my nose. More vegetables like cherry tomatoes and lettuce followed. Then something I hadn't expected happened. She addressed us Tinies.

"Hello guys, welcome to my dinner party! I'm having this evening a few friends from work for dinner and girly night, and I'm gonna make few things with you guys. First, I'm going to use all of you for the Tinies Limbs Salad…"

Right when she said it, all of us were caught in paralyzing fear, some started to cry.

"Wait, let me explain. You've heard of chicken salad, right? So it's something similar but with your arms and legs instead of chicken. I'm only going to cut off your limbs for this, I have a different idea for the rest of your bodies. Some of you I'm going to put on a stick, like a toothpick, and stick it on a cube of cheese the rest will be drenched in chocolate syrup and laid on top of a cake I'm making for dessert."

That’s just fantastic, I sarcastically thought to myself. Not only that I have to endure the terrifying process of being eaten alive (because alive is the best way to eat Tinies), but also I'm gonna have my limbs cut off for some salad. If I hadn’t been a Norm before this, I would call this woman who's kitchen counter I'm on right now a sadistic crazy bitch. Alas, I am the freak one. I am the Tiny and she is the Norm. That's just how it works, I'm nothing but food for her. And, if I need to undergo some painful moments in order to taste good for her and her friends, so be it.

With that, one by one she placed the Tinies on her board and used her big kitchen knife to chop off their arms and legs. Their screams were audible only for the rest of the Tinies. My turn came and I scared like hell. She had a little smile on her face, she enjoyed doing this for us. With a quick sharp motion, she cut off my limbs at their joints. Surprisingly, it did hurt a lot, but they must have injected me with something because I continued to be alive and in full consciousness. When she done, she cleared the pile on the board into the big bowl of salad. She added some dressings and mixed it well.

I wonder what will happen now. Will I be impaled on a wooden stick with a cube of cheese, to be eaten during dinner? Or will I be dunked in a chocolate syrup and laid on a cake, to be eaten with dessert? I don't know what I prefer. Both options are sending me into a woman's mouth to be swallowed down into her stomach. The first will probably be faster, but with more pain. The second one will be gentler but will only drag my agony longer. What happens if none of them eat me? Will I end in the trash can like any other wasted food? Or maybe I will be kept in the fridge for tomorrow as leftover food? What will it be like to actually get eaten?

All of those questions bothered me. You know when someone speaks to you with their face so close you can smell their unpleasant breath? Or when someone is using the microwave to heat or cook some food with strong pungent smell? Or when someone chews loud with their mouth open? So I hate all of this things, it really bothers me. But now, I'm going to be drowned in all of this. All of these annoying, disgusting things like other people's food, breath, saliva and all. It's like sitting at the back of the train, watching the engine falling off the truck, knowing that it will happen to you in any moment without a way to stop it.

I sat on the kitchen counter motionless, watching the lady who bought me preparing the rest of the meal. She took several Tinies and positioned their butt holes right above the pointy edge of a small wooden toothpick. She slowly let it slide into their small bodies halfway through. The other end was stuck on a big cube of cheese, so it could stand upright by its own on the serving dish. I was not part of this miserable group.

As expected, me and the rest who were left were then thrown into a small bowl with warm melted chocolate. Following that I was being laid on my back on a soft white surface that is probably the top of a cake. I could see some strawberries cut in half too. I guess I'm a cake's sweet decoration now. The cake with me is being put inside the fridge to cool off for a bit before the guests will arrive and it's time for dessert.

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The next part happens without my presence, I'm on the cake in the fridge.

The doorbell rings, Tina went to the door and welcomed her guests. There were five women in total, including Tina, the host. Each one of the women brought her own prepared dish to contribute for the dinner table. There was lasagna, some beef patties, and other stuff. the group of women chatted and laughed about general stuff and people from work, and sat down to start their dinner.

Nice comments on the food that they prepared were thrown to the woman who prepared each dish. It seems that all of them were excited to try that Tinies limbs salad. The Tinies who were impaled on a stick, were in the middle of the table, able to gaze at the smiling faces of the women who were about to devour them. Five Tinies were put on a stick, so there was one for every woman, or more for some of them in case one would pass the opportunity.

The women stuffed their faces with the delicious food. Occasionally one of them reached for the Tiny on a stick. One of the Tinies was a young adult girl. She had a good view on three of the women sitting in front of her, enjoying the salad which contained parts of her. A blonde woman reached for her stick. First, she got off the cube of cheese with her teeth, giving the girl a good close peak for what she's about to experience in any second. The woman chewed the cheese properly before swallowing. The Tiny girl were chewed as well.

Soon, only one tiny left, a teenage boy. One of the women, a redhead with full lips asked the woman next to her if she is planning on eating the last Tiny, because she's the only one who hadn't got one.

"No thank you, you can have it, I ate too much Tinies earlier for lunch, I just love the fatty ones they sell at McDonalds."

The redhead then took the chance to enjoy another piece of cheese with the Tiny's torso and head. She swallowed him whole in a mush of chewed up cheese and saliva.

Dinner was over and the women had a great meal. It was time to retire to the living room for some drinks and the dessert. Before Tina went to pull out the cake from the fridge, the blonde woman, Samantha, pulled out a box.

"If it's ok by you, Tina, and if you girls are up for it, I have some Tiny runners here to play 'Stompings' with them."

"Yeah that would be great, I love crushing these little shits with my shoes!" replied one of the women.

The rest of the women showed similar enthusiasm for a little game of stomping and crushing some tinies, and Tina the hostess approved.

The Tinies were blinded by light and flooded with confusion, some came to their senses and try to make a run. Within half a minute, all of them were turned into a red mush sticking to the bottom of a woman's shoe or smeared on the floor. Only one managed to stay just barely alive. Without exceptions, all what's left of the poor crushed Tinies was wiped with a tissue and thrown in the trash.

The woman who brought the Tinies for the crush game, Samantha, crushed most of them so she won the game. To honor that, the women agreed that she can get the first slice of the cake. It was time for dessert.

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I don’t know how much time I sat waiting in the fridge, but the door was finally opened and Tina's hand came to grab the cake. I couldn’t move and my gaze was stuck upwards. I could see Tina's face from below, and the ceiling. The cake was placed on the coffee table at the lining room. I could see at the edges of my view the group of women, but not their faces clearly. The talked and laughed and said how delicious the cake looks.

One of the voices I heard was strangely familiar, but I couldn't point my finger on who exactly was it. Hehe, not that I had a finger anymore, my finger is now a chewed mush of digesting food in the stomach of one of them. A knife came into view to cut the cake into five slices. On each slice there was a Tiny, and some strawberries. I saw huge feminine hands coming one by one, each taking a slice. An oddly familiar manicured hand grabbed my slice, but I could see the face of the woman who got me only from below.

Samantha, who got to be the first who tastes the cake confirmed that it is delicious and thanked Tina. Another woman said that the chocolate covered Tiny is a very welcomed addition. The women then went back to what they have discussed before carving the cake. That awfully familiar voice, who belonged to that awfully familiar woman who grabbed my slice, talked.

"… yeah, I told you these vaccines are terrible, my own nephew got the shot and he got shrunk as a side effect! Can you imagine that? He wanted to be safe from that fake shrinking virus and got shrunk by himself from the shot. Whenever he is, I wish I was there to eat him, he deserves to be eaten by someone who will enjoy his taste!"

Then it hit me. Irony just stomped all over me and crushed me to pieces. I'm going to be eaten by no other than my stupid anti-vaccer aunt. She doesn’t have a chance to recognize me, covered in that chocolate. She will enjoy my taste, and enjoy the knowledge that she won the argument, but only I will be the one who gets fully humiliated.

I saw her big red lips opening, as she brought the cake to her open mouth. I only caught glimpse of her warm breath. I was in the center of the piece, so she has a couple of bites before she will get to me. I heard her moaning in delight. Oh please, I don’t want to be eaten by her! I don’t want to be eaten at all, by anyone, but being eaten by her as nothing more than a sweat treat is depressingly humiliating.

In the last bite she took, I felt her upper lip softly touching the lower side of my body. The next bite she took had to be bigger, at least big enough to engulf me whole. Sucking the chocolate off me and swallow me whole would go wonderful with the cake, chewing me at this situation, not so much.

I saw her upper lip ant teeth passing my eyes from below, then total darkness. I was being pressed tight against the ridged roof of her mouth. the smell inside wasn't good at all. Sure, there was the sweet smell of chocolate, but so were the pungent residue of vegetables and whatever else she ate smells. Right away, she started mushing the cake with her tongue, letting it melt in her mouth. Quickly enough I was coated by a mush of chewed cake, chocolate, strawberries, and rancid saliva.

I heard few gulps as she swallowed some of the cake to make room in her mouth, room to suck on and fully enjoy my taste. Feeling her soft wet tongue rubbing all over me, sloshing me around was disgusting, humiliating, and terrifying. I used to be scared of heights, and the though of being swallowed, dropping down her gullet scared the hell out of me. her tongue placed me face first, right at the bake of her mouth, she was about to swallow me. It felt like that scary part in a roller coaster, where you are in the highest point right before the fast long slide down.

GULP.

I'm sliding down her esophagus, all the way to her stomach where I land with a splash, face first into a pool of stomach acids and chewed food. The smell here is the worst I've ever encountered in my life. Strong smells of rotting food, salad, tomatoes, something pungent, something spicy, chocolate, wine, vomit, and whatever she had to eat or drink in the last hour.

Without any limbs, I just slowly started to sink down into the disgusting mush. This was like a big "screw you" in the face from my aunt. More chewed globs of cake landed on top of me. this is it. This is the final place I'll ever be alive in, inside my aunt's stinky stomach. The stomach acids soon start to tingle my skin. Something dropped right on top of my head, sending me down to be buried under the vile mush of digesting food. The disgusting mush forcing itself to enter every hole in my body, and unwillingly I ingest some. This is how I end.

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*** Warning: the story basically ended, and now a bonus part of SCAT will come. If you're not into this, please stop reading and regard the story as ended.

I thought I was dead. But then again, if I'm able to think, it means that I somehow alive, no? let's see what I do know in the meantime. I got all of my libs chopped off and eaten by who knows which woman. What's left of me, was swallowed whole by my distant aunt. I remember being drowned in her stomach, completely submerged in the disgusting mush of whatever she had for dinner. Then I black out.

Now, I'm sort of alive and awake again. I feel squeezing pressure all around me. the texture feels soft, fleshy, and wet. I can't see a damn thing. The smell of what ever is around me is awful, like a really strong rancid fart. I do the math in my head and come to the conclusion that I somehow survived digestion and that I'm somewhere in my aunt's intestines, covered in fecal matter.

I was demoted from being a Norm person, to being a Tiny. Then from being a Tiny, to being a living food item. From then I became an ingredient for a salad, plus a decoration for a cake. Through being eaten and swallowed, to digesting in the stomach, I now became literally shit.

I was being eaten, and just like any other food that gets eaten by my aunt, her body used it's digestive system to take what ever she needs from me, and now she's going to extract me, to dump me, to crap me out. As the time pass and I realized where I am, I noticed the body movements around me. I also noticed the foul taste in my mouth. my cruel fate doesn’t get any more humiliating than this.

I've heard about this before. It's pretty rare, but some tinies (not industrially modified ones) are some times surviving digestion and come out of the other end alive. That's why some people recommend chewing them, or at least chew parts of them before swallowing. I was one of the "lucky" Tinies that get to enjoy this horrifying experience.

I feel strong pressure and sliding movements. This is it, she's probably at the toilet, about to extract me out with the rest of the excrement. I see light, and a pool of yellowish-brown water. I drop down and splash in. That's it, I'm officially an excrement. I am my aunt's feces. A living, conscious poop. Interacting with fresh air and water, the smells and tastes I feel grow ten times worse.

I get a small glimpse up, my aunt is wiping. She drops the soiled toilet paper on the top of the pile of shit, including me. I hear her pushing the button and the flushing begins. Strong torrents of water are falling like big waterfalls into the toilet bowl. Once again, I'm getting drowned in the mess. This time it is fully digested food, mixed with pee, rather than freshly chewed food. I'm being sent down the plumbing, to live the rest of my short life as a living excrement, floating in the sewers among other chunks of feces.