Deuce's Snappy Crappy Anal Adventure

Deuce awoke from the blinding flash to find himself shrunk down to just an inch in height. His Clothes were missing and he heard laughter all around.

"I heard you were small, but I didn't realize you were that small", said a female voice above him.

"Oh my god! Bro, is that you?!", exclaimed Claire, her eyes going wide in disbelief, "It worked!"

Slowly, Deuce's vision began to clear and he saw three females staring down at him, his sister right above him.

"I dare you to swallow him", said Allie, giggling. She licked her lips.

"Haha. Better start running little man. I'm hungry", said a brunette girl he didn't recognize. He didn't care for the sly smirk she was giving him.

"I've got a better idea", he heard his sister say. There was a flurry of movement as she turned her back to him. “He’s always been a pain in the butt. I think it’s about time my heinie hole gets a treat.”

Looking up, his vision was obscured as a derriere hovered and lowered itself over him, a puckering hole directly above his head. He had just enough time to scream "No! Don't!" as he was thrust upwards into it, enveloping him down to his feet.

The smell was abhorrent, but what made matters worse was the soft, moist, almost liquid-like sludge dropping around and surrounding his torso.

"That'll teach him", said his sister to the giggles of her friends. Deuce had played his last prank on her and he was learning the hard way that getting even was a bitch.

"Wait Claire! I didn't mean it", he tried to say, but his words were garbled and muffled, not that she would care anyway. To the others, it sounded like something else.

"Holy crap. Did you just poop on him?", Allie giggled, pointing at Claire's bottom.

"Ha. No, but I should. I gotta go real bad, after he put those mushrooms in my salad. He knows I'm allergic to them and they upset my tummy. It would serve him right, the little shit." She sighed, than added with urgency, "I gotta find the toilet."

Claire bolted for the bathroom. She knew she had only limited moments before the waste seeped from her orifice.

--

It was minutes later and Claire had relieved herself. She had invited the others in to view Deuce struggling to keep afloat. He had been reluctant to touch either log of dung that Claire had deposited into the bowl.

The others pointed at him struggling and mocked him.

"I always thought you needed a tan", teased Jeanine, pointing out the brownish coloring now encompassing his little body.

"Flush him", Claire said, "your parents will never know what happened to him."

"Yeah, flush him", echoed a couple of the other girls.

With a shrug, Claire depressed the lever, sending her waste, including Deuce, into the powerful vacuum suction. "Buh-bye", she waved at him, though he didn't hear it over the roar of the device. No longer would she have to deal with her pissant little brother.

Now, what story should I tell mom?, she wondered to herself. Neither of her parents were aware of the shrinking device she'd purchased with a sexual favor. In fact, like Deuce, they weren't even aware that shrinking technology existed. And Deuce had threatened to run away just last week. Yeah, this won't be too hard, she smiled mischievously.

*** 

The Milking Table

He groaned in pleasure as her tongue pressed up into his orbs, nibbling at them, before sucking first one, then the other, fully into her mouth, enveloping his scrotum save for the small amount of flesh composed of chords and other soft tissue which connected it to his abdomen. Her mouth tugged gently, then more forcefully down, pulling the orbs with her away from his body, before letting them ‘pop’ out of her mouth and allowing them to jiggle back into place, the malleable flesh starting to reform back to their natural shape. Like many fit young males, his nuts would normally cling tightly to him from within their fat protective covering. She didn’t allow it, licking firmly on his nutsack, then moving quickly up to grasp one of the nuts, exposed and vulnerable. This time, she pulled down violently on it, drawing it down several inches with her before allowing it to pop out and smack back up into him. Some males might be sensitive to such rough treatment, but Tenser absolutely loved having his balls played with. It was one of his fetishes and he’d told her so.

--

Tenser couldn’t believe his luck. On a tip from the class bully, he’d found that a girl he had crushed on for years was working at the Grind’N’Glide, which functioned as both a massage parlor and tanning salon. Tommy had mentioned that the place had gone beyond the normal massage and, though he didn’t spell it out, Tenser’s imagination had been triggered. He didn’t know why the mean boy had let it slip out - perhaps he was trying to turn a new leaf and he’d overhead Tenser talking about her? Tenser had taken the information with a heavy dosage of salt since he neither liked nor trusted the boy, Tommy Joseph, but since he lived not far from the location, he thought he’d definitely look into it. Despite his mistrust of the boy, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He had nervously approached the entrance, a ramp up into what looked like a collection of trailers hitched together to form a ramshackle establishment. It had only been in business for a number of months. As he ascended the ramp, Tenser had wondered if he was being played by the bully and if he would be the subject of ridicule and mockery when he saw him back in class. He’d entered precariously into the building, letting the swing door shut behind him with a clang, the bells attached to it clinging and letting all within know that a customer had entered. He had been greeted by a heavy-set bespectacled and brown-haired woman behind a make-shift counter. While he didn’t find her attractive in the least, she had been both polite and confident in her behavior towards him.

“Hi there young man, what can we do for you today?”, she had asked. When he told her he would like to have a massage, she had inquired if he’d been there before and if he had a preferred masseuse. He’d told her that it was his first time there, but was wondering if Maren was available. The woman had chuckled, muttering something about Maren being everyone’s favorite. She pressed a button on her large phone display, then started going over some paperwork with him. Some of the questions seemed quite personal, like in regards to his family (he lived with his single mother and had no siblings) and whether his friends were aware of his visit (he hadn’t told anyone) and that he’d arrived by walking. Her eyes lit up brightly when he’d told her of the referral by Tommy Joseph. That seemed to speed the paperwork along and she took his payment (insisting on cash, which gave him a hefty discount) just as he heard light footsteps approaching from his right.

He turned and…there she was, right in front of him, eyeing him up. None other than Maren Rush, a girl he used to crush on in school. Now eighteen, Tenser hadn’t seen her in a couple years. He’d heard the rumor that she’d not graduated, but simply dropped out of school during her senior year. That was some two years ago and he remembered being somewhat surprised to hear it. Maren had had a reputation of being promiscuous. She had liked being the object of men's affections and her body was aligned for her desires, for she looked like she was built for sin. When last he saw her, she had a toned frame for her 5’7” of slender goodness, with pert smallish-medium breasts and gorgeous long, sleek and powerful legs which ended in a bubble butt which even his dreams could not fathom. Being a couple grades behind her in school, Tenser had never got her attention. She seemed to always be dating the most popular guys - the jocks - as well as older men from college. He'd even seen her out at a movie theater once in the company of a well-dressed man who had to be in his thirties. Though he was younger than her, he was a gifted student and had been in a couple classes with her (an American Studies literature course and Trigonometry), both classes allowing for a mixture of student levels depending on their scholastic aptitude. In the literature course, he’d been seated right behind her and loved the fresh perfume she always wore.

She was standing in what looked to be a dark, rubbery bathing suit, which contrasted with her tanned skin well, in her bare feet, her almond-shaped eyes looking him over. With her face In the shadows of the trailer, her eyes showed no signs of recognition – she didn’t seem to remember him at all. To him, she looked just as she did the last time he’d seen her. Her typically gorgeous curly flowing blond hair was pulled back into a bun of a pony tail, her almond-shaped eyes observant. Her pink lips were luscious, her cheekbones prominent and blushed, her eyebrows slightly bushy and a shade darker than her hair, but elegantly trimmed, her ears delicate, her nose perfectly sized and shaped, her neck smooth, slender and nubile. Her face was the picture of innocence, but her reputation belied that.

The woman leaned over and whispered something in Maren’s ear, though Tenser did not pick up on it. It caused Maren to snicker and look down as she moved her hand up to cover her mouth and nose. She gave him a courteous smile. “Come with me”, she said, politely and with stoicism. He had dutifully followed the girl, ogling her legs while she led the way from one room to the next until they arrived at hers. At one end of the room was a comfortable-looking black table – Tenser noted that the table had a head-rest, rests for the arms and, in the center, what looked like a large circular ‘glory hole’. Oh man, he’d thought giddily, this is really happening.

She had ordered him to get undressed, which he complied with. As he was undressing, she watched with some interest and also poured him a drink. “Drink this”, she commanded, “it will put your body into the right frame.” He’d done as requested, gobbling down the orange liquid quickly. It had tasted good, with a slight tangy and medicine-y aftertaste. Then she’d had him get on the table. The massage had started quite normally, with her rubbing lotion into his chest, arms and shoulders before moving on to his thighs and calves. She had skipped touching his feet and abdomen. Then, as she prepared him to flip over onto his stomach, she had grinned sweetly and asked him, “Fancy a milkin'?”. Tenser’s eyes lit up. Maren recognized the look instantly – she’d seen it many times before. To her, the milking table was an ingenius device, for in her life experience, she had yet to meet a boy who encountered a hole and didn’t wanna shove his dick into it. As she watched him move his package into place over and through the hole, she appreciated the fact that the boy was well-groomed. As she lowered herself under the table, she peeled off her outfit and tossed it aside as if she were discarding a layer of unwanted skin.

That was how it had started. First he had heard her giggle as she pressed her bare feet playfully up into his package. He could feel the tiny digits of her toes as they pressed into him, her toes flexing and unflexing, flicking this way, then that. Then, he felt her hot breath underneath as she had swiveled her torso up near the opening. Now she was naked and was below the table attacking his genitals, which hung through the glory hole down to her voracious mouth and delicate hands below.

“Do you like your balls played with?”, she’d asked in a carefree manner. He’d grunted an eager affirmative reply. She liked to get the measure of a man by starting with their balls, for she found that each man’s testicles had a unique flavor and musky scent. She had been pleased to note how full his plump scrotum looked – like a piece of plum fruit ripe for the pruning.

--

Tenser was relishing all these thoughts when he gasped – after giving him several licks along his shaft, she’d taken his cock into her throat all the way to it’s root, her soft lips pressing out and around the base as she could clearly go further if needed. The lips continued to inch forward around his pubis while her tongue licked the tops of his balls. The feeling of the head and shaft of his penis going into and down her throat was amazing. He briefly wondered if she could take his whole package in her mouth. He heard squelching noises coming from her as she continued to impale her throat with his shaft. It was like she was trying to set a record for holding her breath, and his rock-solid shaft was bent slightly into an obtuse angle as she gobbled more of it into her throat.

Tenser’s mind began to drift. Another of his fetishes was vorarephilia. He’d enjoyed reading about it and viewing a variety of images that he’d seen on multiple websites. In fact, it was during a discussion about vore when he told his friend Kyle he’d dreamed of being eaten by that hot babe Maren when Tommy had overheard and imparted his tip about her. As the head of his cock was squeezed by Maren’s throat, he wondered what it would be like if his whole body were there instead. This became quite a relevant thought as he strangely felt her mouth expand. In an instant, she had indeed taken his testicles into her mouth while his cock was still buried deeply in her throat. Besides the wonderful sensation, the mere thought that the girl could perform such a feat had him on the verge of orgasm.

That was when things really got wild, for he felt a strange tickling run through his whole spine as well as a tingling sensation which extended out to all his extremities. These contrasted with the ministrations that were occurring with his genitalia. The table began to grow around him and he blinked as he felt a great suction from below… 

--

Maren had briefly considered simply keeping the boy as a tiny slave, but her previous client, a young man of similar age and also a referral from Tommy, was currently waist deep in her steamy shaved snatch and his appendages were wiggling wonderfully around inside of her, his tiny cock constantly brushing up teasingly against her clit. And…she hadn't eaten lunch yet.

‘Fwumph!’ – the noise as the tiny man’s body rocketed to join the rest of himself in her throat. Maren loved the effect, both the sound and the feeling of surprise from her prey.

‘Gluck’, ‘glurch’, ‘hmmpf’, ‘ulch’.

She swallowed the 3-inch man down her throat a little at a time. Finally, she felt him tumble into her belly and flutter. She breathed in a large breath through her nose as she continued to savor his taste with her mouth. Swallowing shrunken men, especially fit young ones close to her age, was her favorite thing to do and a great perk of the job. She took Tenser’s clothing and deposited it in a plastic bag – she would give it to the owner, Dorothy, to burn, removing any trace that the boy had been there. As she went to shower and get ready for her next client, she made a mental note to herself to thank Tommy for planting the seed in the boy’s mind (Dorothy had whispered to her at the entrance ‘another one from Tommy’, which had prompted her giggling reaction).

Inside her tummy, Maren could feel the boy frantically trying to crawl and scale up the walls of her stomach muscle, probably wondering just what had happened. She laughed as she felt him tumble.

Setting her other shrinky aside to give him a little break, she began to lather the soap up on her body, enjoying the fresh fragrance within the confines of the steamy shower. The hot water felt soothing to her. She would decide in a little while whether he would join Tenser in her belly. It depended on how soon her next customer arrived.

Community Shrinkage

“Whelp, I think I’m gonna head out”, Janet said. She’d had a hard day at work and had joined her friend Annie for a quick appetizer and a drink at the restaurant bar at Forbidden Dish. The two had shared a small bowl of three male shrinkies of varying ages, Janet eating two while Annie had just the one. Janet was always a bit of a man-eater when it came to such things and it was an unwritten rule between the pair that she would get the additional odd shrinky.

  (Janet at the bar)

Annie looked around. The place was packed on the weekend night and it was a veritable sausage-fest with the ratio of men to women. After having gobbled down her one shrinky and seeing all the man meat surrounding her, in combination with having drunk a pint of ale which had gone straight to her head, she was still feeling a bit peckish and slightly horny. “Yeah, I think I’m gonna head out shortly, too. But I’m gonna look around a bit, maybe say hi to Ember.”

Ember was Annie’s roommate and, along with Janet, had taken a job as a server at Forbidden Dish. But tonight was Janet’s rare weekend night off and Annie hadn’t seen Ember yet, though she knew she was working the late shift. Maybe she’s working upstairs?, Annie thought.

“See ya later, Ann”, said Janet, leaving a tip next to her drink for the barmaid, Kim. “See ya tomorrow night, Kim.”

Both women said their goodbyes and Annie followed slowly in Janet’s wake on her way back through the restaurant proper. Janet continued towards the foyer and entrance before turning to wave at her before resuming her exit and thence out to the parking area. Annie stopped near the front of the restaurant where it joined the foyer lounge when she came across a familiar face standing beside an empty table, wearing an elegant black and gold ensemble, baring her shoulders and a portion of her midriff.

“Jinx. Hi”, Annie greeted the pretty, young latina who seemed to appear out of the blue in front of her. Since Janet and Ember had begun working at Forbidden Dish several months prior, Annie had become familiar with several of the other young servers that her friends hung out with. Though not on friendly terms with any, she knew several by name. Jinx was one of the newer girls. Annie was surprised to see the young girl in the restaurant as she’d heard she was a dedicated ‘shrink girl’, one of the attendants who worked the shrink booths or ‘cleaning counter’ in the center between the booths. “Nice outfit”, she complimented her. “I’m surprised to see you’re not working the shrink booths. Looks like a busy night.”

“Hello Annie”, Jinx replied. She recognized the bespectacled blond woman. “Thanks. Er, yeah, we are a bit short-staffed in the restaurant tonight with Colby calling in sick, so Meghyn asked if I could help out down here. I had to go and dig this old number out of my locker.”

“Ha. This old number. You look amazing”, chuckled Annie. She switched topics quickly, “but hey, I was wondering if you’d seen Ember? I’m pretty sure she’s working tonight.”

Annie’s compliment caught Jinx a bit off-guard. In her few interactions with the woman, she’d found the her somewhat cold and smug, with an air of superiority. Ember had relayed that Annie had few friends and she herself was only on friendly terms with her due to their sharing of an apartment. Perhaps the alcohol in her system was watering down these characteristics? “Mmmhmm, she is. She’s working upstairs. She’s actually taking my place at the shrink booths”, Jinx replied.

“Oh, the shrink booths…?”, Annie replied with a melancholy expression. She admitted, “You know, I’ve never actually seen anyone get shrunk down. I’ve only ever ordered shrinkies and had them brought out to me.”

“What? It’s nothing to be afraid of”, Jinx said, then paused, as if in thought. “Guess what – I don’t know if you’ve heard of our club tour groups, but Carina and Scarlett are putting one together right now. One of the things they do is stop by the shrink booths so you can see how they operate and how people are shrunk. If you’ve never seen that before, you might find it interesting.” She arched an eyebrow.

--

Nate Bobofchak had been hanging out with friends at the downtown plaza, which featured all sorts of activities. The eighteen year old high school senior with reddish-brown hair and a trim, athletic build was a captain of the tennis team as well as a 4.0 student. Furthermore, he grew up in a well-to-do family, both parents working in the medical industry. To say that he had a promising future would be an understatement. When the gang had split up, he had made a last-minute decision to enter the Forbidden Dish when he followed behind a couple tanned hotties. The two were scantily-clad, with flesh jiggling enticingly as they walked the sidewalk towards the establishment.

He had been anxious to check out the place for awhile now, curious to see real shrunken people and maybe watch a hottie eat a shrinky or two, as it had an erotic appeal to him. Stopped at the entrance by the hostess, she had looked over his id and, after she determined he was by himself, smiled and told him he would have to go to the upper levels as the restaurant was for those of twenty-one or older. She had recommended a red bracelet for him, but he had declined - he knew of their meaning from a female friend who had told him about them. Hearing music thumping, he had wandered up to the dance floor.

‘Hey ya!’ (by Outkast) was playing: 

          'Okay, now ladies (yeah?)'

          'Now, we gon' break this thang down in just a few seconds'

          'Now, don't have me break this thang down for nothin'

          'Now, I want to see y'all on y'all baddest behavior'

          'Lend me some sugar, I am your neighbor'

          'Ah! Here we go'

          'Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake, shake it (uh oh)'

          'Shake it, shake, shake it, shake it, shake it (uh oh)'

          'Shake it like a Polaroid picture, hey ya!'

He was checking out some of the gesticulating women when a server sidled up to him.

  (Carina)

“Uh…sure”, Nate was transfixed with the girl’s beauty and unabashed forwardness. “Ah, do we get to see any of them get pulped?”

“Pulped?”, Carina’s expression looked confused, before she broke into a grin, “oh, you mean eaten and digested? Yes, yeah, you’ll see that.”

“Cool.”

She beckoned him to follow her up to a large group of people, men and women alike, ranging in age from his to some persons who he thought must be in their late thirties or early forties, that had assembled near a gorgeous redhead. They were some distance from the dance floor area, near one of the bars that was decidedly less busy than the other. Several were standing and some were seated and looked to be reading or signing a form.

“This is the last one Scarlett”, said the brunette. “Now we have a nice even two dozen for our tour.”

“Thanks Carina. What’s your name hun?”, said the redhead, Scarlett.

“Um, Nate.”

“Good. Nate, I’ll have you sit here and I want you to go ahead and sign this form”, Scarlett directed.

"Why do we need to sign?", asked one man who had recently taken a seat and was perusing the form.

"It's because we're taking you to some special places. The main room has a two-way window where you can look into the shrink rooms, but they can't see you back”, Carina replied.

"Isn't that, I don't know, unethical? I mean, watching them undress...", asked a woman who was in her late thirties.

"Not really", answered Scarlett, explaining "where they're going, they won't mind, believe me."

This was a task authorized by Meghyn periodically when supplies of unwilling shrinkies was low. It was a perfect operation that Scarlett and Carina, her two most devious employees, loved to perform. Of course, they were instructed to be extremely careful in whom they rounded up for their 'club tour groups'. Per Meghyn, they were to only approach single persons or pairs and stay away from large gatherings, for inevitably, one or more would decline and then be aware of their friends being part of the tour group - and Meghyn didn't want any suspicious stragglers who might go to the police.

Nate sat down and quickly signed the form. He didn’t notice that the page number of the form in the lower right corner showed it as page sixteen. If he had, he might have inquired about the contents of the first fifteen pages of the form and their whereabouts. As it was, the small amount of verbiage on the document mentioned something vague about tours of the club and at the bottom was a place for signature and date. He indicated to Carina that he was finished and gave his form and pen to her.

When everyone was finished, Scarlett had everyone in the group form into two lines and instructed everyone to follow her, while Carina followed at the rear.

“Oh man, I hope we get to look into the private rooms and watch some babes eat tinies”, said a young blond-haired guy to Nate as they walked towards the shrink area.

“Me too”, Nate answered. The two gave each other fist bumps.

Walking behind the two young men, Annie rolled her eyes.

Scarlett escorted the group around and past the large shrink lines. They could see the shrink attendant (Janice) working gadgets along the wall as well as an olive-skinned brunette (Ember) standing at a nearby small table which looked to have cleaning supplies and other stuff on it. She gave Scarlett a nod as the group moved past. Both women wore gloves.

Soon, Scarlett had opened a door and stood outside with the door propped open, issuing gestures to the group to go in.

--

It was a large rectangular room room they were ushered into, painted all in white, and with a large mirror covering half of one wall. Somewhat above and to the left of it was a monitor which displayed a swirling plasma-green color where no discernable shape could be seen. As a green drape came down from the ceiling near the wall to cover the mirror, Scarlett told them to just stand tight while Janice fidgeted with the controls to allow the two-way mirror to look outwardly. She and Carina had left the room and closed the door behind them as the group meandered about, promising to return shortly.

Nate looked around the room at the others, his eyes stopping when they came across an attractive blond women in her mid-twenties. She had just taken off her glasses to clean her lenses and held them at her waist as she buffed them with a small cleaning towel. She looked several years older than him, but she had a regal, sexy look to her.

  (Annie)

Nate smiled flirtatiously and tried to make eye contact, but it seemed the woman was having none of it. When their eyes briefly met, she quickly looked down and moved on to look around the large room and seemed to ignore his smile.

Annie was feeling a bit tipsy and horny, but she had her standards, and screwing around with some teenage boy was not up to her par. She had always found older men more mature and more her speed. The wide-eyed redhead reminded her of her former roommate Dylan, which conjured up an image in her head of a dog humping a person's leg. No thank you, she thought, my babysitting days are long over. Better to just ignore the kid and he’ll eventually get the picture. She scanned the room with a purposefully stoic expression, but didn’t find any men which might meet her tastes.

“This is gonna be so cool”, said the young man who had spoken earlier to Nate. He rubbed his hands together anxiously.

--

They had only been in the room for a couple minutes when the beam struck them, emanating outward from the monitor display. Folks were mingling or looking about and suddenly, there was nothing but silence.

Annie saw the flash of green light from the corner of her eyes and then felt a falling sensation as well as a twisting and contorting of her body. It reminded her of her youth when, as a mere toddler, she tried her hand at gymnastics. She felt as if her body was free of spacial constraints, but yet her vision had went dark. The next thing she knew, she was face-down on the ground and surrounded by a great silky blanket. As she tried to stand, she could not see, yet she was dizzy almost to the point of feeling nauseous and she tumbled back to the ground. Her world was spinning and she had great difficulty in trying to stand up straight. She felt a sense of claustrophobia – she had to get out, to find some light and find out what had happened, to see if her worst suspicions had been realized. She clutched and scrambled through the material until she detected light and then she heard it…yelling and screaming from all directions.She looked out over the top of her own clothing and saw vast space – the room had expanded exponentially…no, no, she and the others had been shrunk.

--

After the shrinking, almost all expressed alarm at their new size and in their nude state. Most were covering their private parts or huddling near their clothing.

"We're just giving you all the whole 'experience'", Carina remarked as she picked each tiny person up and listened to their protests, setting them in a large Tupperware container. Unlike all the others, the one young blond man thought it was the greatest thing ever, exclaiming "I always wanted to see what it was like to be this size."

"And now you got your wish", Scarlett said, overhearing the man as she held the container for Carina to gently set the last of the shrinkies.

"You're so pretty", the guy said as he looked up at Scarlett. He was enamored with the girl's face.

Carina put the lid over the container, sealing it.

--

Annie was picked up out of the container and gently held under a warm faucet which felt good on her skin. Had she still had her glasses (she had dropped them at the time the shrink ray blasted the area), she would have recognized who was handling her. As it was, she could only see well enough to see the woman had dark or tanned skin. She was then dipped into some type of cleaning solution which had a fruity aroma to it, then rinsed off and put back in the container. This process was repeated for each of the shrinkies in the box.

Just prior to the last couple shrinkies being cleaned, she heard and saw another giant woman walk into the area. Again, she couldn’t make out the facial details of the giantess, but she knew the colors of the outfit – it had to be Jinx. She heard a quick back-and-forth between Jinx and the giantess who was cleaning them.

“Thanks again for doing that?”, said a voice familiar to Annie.

“No problem”, replied Jinx. Annie witnessed some type of material exchange (money?). “You know I’d do anything for you, Ember.” Jinx walked away.

Huh? Ember? Annie realized the voice of the cleaning woman as her roommate, Ember. She began to yell for her, but the last shrinky had just been deposited back into the container and Ember was re-sealing the lid.

“Here you go”, Ember said to Scarlett, handing her the Tupperware container. “All cleaned up.”

--

Scarlett set the Tupperware container down in the ‘unwilling’ section of the kitchen. Kim, the older blond barmaid, just happened to be coming into the kitchen at that time. She was on a well-earned break and walked over to the counter. “This the new ‘tour’ batch?”

“Yep”, Scarlett answered. “A nice couple dozen. Meghyn’s gonna be happy.”

With the lid on, the words of the giant women were mostly muted for all in the container and they all watched with interest to try to understand what their hosts were talking about.

“Two dozen, huh? I’m starving. You don’t mind if I have just one, do you?”, Kim inquired with a pouty face. She could pull rank over the younger girls, but she didn’t like to do that.

“Um, ok”, Scarlett agreed. “Might as well take this one”, she pointed down to the blond boy, “he looks anxious to get the full ‘experience’”, she said, putting her fingers up in air quotes.

“I can do that”, Kim smiled. She loved young willing male shrinkies the best and she liked to give them a good time as she sent them out with a bang. She flipped the lid open, reached in and pinched the little blond man around his waist, lifting him. “How’d you like to have the ‘full’ tour, little one?”

He happily grabbed onto her thumb and said something, but Kim didn’t make out what he said. She leaned closer to him and asked, “What’s your name?”, but the boy just shook his head shyly, apparently not wanting to reveal his name in front of the others. Still, she saw the big grin on his face and noticed how young he looked. “You know what - I’m gonna name you ‘Squirt’”, she declared. For what she had in mind, it would suit him.

Kim upended the tiny happy man so that she held him by his ankles while his torso and arms dangled. She brought the boy’s midsection to her mouth and pulled his legs wide so that she could easily get to his good parts. Pursing her lips, she nestled his package between her lips. She practically inhaled his little shaft and simultaneously brought the tip of her tongue to bear on it’s tip.

It didn’t take long after the suction began before the tiny boy tensed up, his legs flexing and cradling against Kim’s lips, and ejaculated ropes of his seed onto her lips and tongue. As he recovered, she let his legs slide down to horizontal as his torso lay against her palm. She opened her mouth slightly and took in one of his legs and brought her mouth all the way to where it met his abdomen, then very slowly began to engulf more and more of him. The boy was still wearing a big smile when she slurped him in fully legs-first, then lifted her head back to let gravity do it’s work, the boy sliding into her gullet, where it formed a momentary bulge before she gulped him down. “Yummy”, Kim huffed, “that little guy hit the spot.”

“Oh fuu-uuck”, exclaimed Nate as he witnessed the voring. After watching the boy get eaten by Kim, he and all the shrinkies in the Tupperware box knew they had been had, that their tour would end in someone's belly. Nate was envious of the boy – atleast he’d had his balls emptied before being devoured.

What a moron that boy, Squirt or whatever his name was, thought Annie. I’ve got to get out of here. “Scarlett, Scarlett!”, she yelled up at the redhead. “Please get Ember. Tell her I’m in here.”

A big smirk formed on Scarlett’s lips as she peered down at the shrunken woman. “Ember already knows.” The lid was placed back over the container.

--

20 minutes later

Scarlett carried the large dish, walking deftly between the tables. The restaurant, like the rest of the Dish, was packed. It caught her off guard when her abdomen displaced a bit of gas and she tooted. She hoped no one had heard and attempted to simply play it off, but she happened to be walking past a group of rowdy guys and the one nearest her just happened to have been scoping out her bubble butt as she walked by and, hearing her fart, laughed and pointed up at her as he shared the information with his mates. Scarlett rounded on her heels and turned to look at him, scolding "Don't laugh. If you don't watch yourself, you'll end up as some girl's fart." The man’s expression changed immediately.

Satisfied she had put the man in his place, she continued towards a table where a young couple sat, the girl having ordered the Super Bowl, a random assortment of 8 willing and unwilling shrinkies, with both males and females.

--

Nate couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He actually recognized the young couple – both were classmates of his. He didn’t know Vesper well, but the gorgeous blond had a reputation as something of a man-eater, going through a new boyfriend every few weeks or so at school. Now, she appeared to be a man-eater in the most literal sense, having already dispatched with one male shrinky. She had picked a young man up who stood right next to Nate and had popped him into her mouth without a word. But Nate’s focus was on the giant teenage boy seated across from Vesper – it was his sometimes rival and sometimes friend Rowan (they both played on the tennis team, playing doubles together, but also competing for who should be higher on the team’s singles ladder, their challenge matches often getting heated and ultra-competitive). Still, though they were competitors, Nate liked and respected Rowan and felt the feelings were mutual. This might be his ticket to safety, if he could get his attention. He followed Rowan’s vision, which was what was going on in Vesper’s mouth. Nate turned his attention there just in time to watch the girl’s tongue flip the guy into her mouth and gulping him. She opened her mouth, “Ahhhhhh”. It was quite the sight and, if he had been in Rowan’s position, Nate might have found what the babe was doing with her lips and tongue very erotic.

But he didn’t have time to think much about it as the girl’s fingers had snaked into the dish behind him and looped underneath to scoop him up. He didn’t realize it until he was lifted several feet above the others in the dish.

“Ooooh, that one sure was a wiggler. I love it”, said Vesper as she gently rubbed her tummy with her free hand while lifting Nate up.

“It didn’t look like that one wanted to be eaten”, said Rowan.

“Oh, I’m sure it didn’t”, Vesper grinned, “It was yelling something to me, but I didn’t really care. I love those the best. That’s why they’re called unwilling.”

Nate tried to look back over his should as the giantess took a sip from her drink, then brought him up near her face. He had to somehow get Rowan’s attention. “Rowan! Rowan! It’s me, Nate!”, he yelled. He wasn’t sure if Rowan had heard or understood him, but the boy was looking directly at him and it seemed like there was some form of recognition in his expression.

“Hold on”, said the booming voice behind him. Vesper stopped his ascension just in front of Vesper’s lips. “Is that Nate?”, asked Rowan. Oh my god, he did recognize me, Nate realized with joy and relief.

“I don’t know. I don’t know anyone named Nate”, Vesper said, and she brought Nate up near her huge eyes. He could sense that she was inspecting him – he could almost feel her scrutiny. And he sensed that whether she recognized him or not, it might not matter. He felt something flick his dangling feet and realized the girl was flicking her tongue playfully at his legs, causing him to pull them up. He tried to turn back towards where Rowan was and realized that his friend was closer now (he had scooted from his chair to get a closer look at the shrinky).

Nate’s eyes bulged with the strain of the situation. “Dude, you gotta get me out of here!”, he yelled towards his friend’s huge face. Once again, the girl’s tongue nipped at his legs, grazing the inside of his thigh as he brought his legs up again to avoid the snaking creature from below.

He heard a sigh and felt the huge hand turn his body to face away from her and towards Rowan. She held him pinched between her thumb and forefinger, his legs dangling free below him. A sense of dread crept up Nate’s spine as he was now unable to see what the girl was doing behind him. He pushed down with all his strength on the girl’s fingers to no avail. He looked at Rowan, who seemed as though he was about to speak, but then he stopped, his eyes looking at a spot under Nate’s legs.

Uh oh. Immediately, Nate felt it, the moist and textured ‘red monster’ snaking up between his legs, the nub of the tongue curling around his groin and abdomen from below. Oh god, it feels so good. He felt the core muscles of his body getting pulled back. Soon his legs were horizontal as he felt them enter the warmth of the girl’s maw. He tried desperately to leverage his way out, pushing against the soft, luscious lips, a look of strain on his face. Seeing that he was having no success, he reached out with one hand towards Rowan, “Dude, please help me! She’s gonna eat me!”

His friend seemed to just stared transfixed at him. Suddenly, he felt the ‘red monster’ nibbling again at his groin. It was swirling around his crotch in circles and he felt the girl purse her lips around his mid-section, suckling at his lower extremities. It felt so good. So good. As the girl sucked on him, he felt the strength ebb from his muscles. Nate grunted “Unnnghf”. Oh god, I’m getting eaten was the fleeting thought as his climax washed over him, his arms finally going limp. Everything then went dark and a great tightness of flesh surrounded him, but he felt as though he was still moving somehow.

Nate’s body was constricted tightly and funneled through a narrow, malleable tube until it was expelled into an open space, landing partially on another person who groaned in pain at his arrival. Though he couldn't see, he heard the pained screams and yells and felt others nearby as he splashed into some foul-smelling liquid that came up past his ankles. The heat and humidity was overbearing. The stomach muscle was expanding and contracting continuously and his body was thrashed about.

Vesper cared not that the shrinky she'd just consumed was a young man with a bright future - to her, he was just some cute silly boy who got shrunk and had the unfortunate luck of crossing her voracious appetite. She loved how he squirmed and wiggled about as his body traversed down her gullet. The feeling only made her crave for more – like an itch that constantly required renewed attention. Extinguishing life, she knew, was cruel, but there was something about it which tickled her fancy.

‘Gulp’ – Though she could not see it, Annie heard the gulp.

“You…you just ate Nate”, said Rowan in disbelief.

“Mmmm”, murmured Vesper, “Nate was pretty tasty.”

“I can’t believe you ate him. He went to school with us, graduated with us. Played on the tennis team.”

“Oooh, yeah, I guess I do remember him a little. I did give him a cum”, said Vesper defensively. “Oh well, you know, once they’re in my dish, they’re my food, right?”

Annie couldn’t believe how casually the girl talked about ending the boy’s life, like it was nothing. She cowered from the hand which was reaching back into the bowl, falling onto her butt as a short, squat balding middle-aged man disappeared from her limited sight. Annie was amazed that the man had just seemed to stand there and hadn’t even tried to get out of the way. Soon she heard another gulp followed by a dainty girlish burp, and the girl giddily proclaiming, “It’s a party in my belly.”

Dusting herself off, Annie stood back up. A shadow emerged over the bowl. With a scowl, she looked up to see a giant face peering down at her. “And what’s your name, little one?”, the giantess asked her as a giant hand reached towards her and picked her up around the waist.

 “I’m Annie”, said Annie without waver. She’d had just about enough of this situation. Perhaps if she acted authoritatively, the giantess would listen to her. It worked often with customers and co-workers at the bank.

Indeed, the girl seemed to ponder her. “Annie, what made you decide to get shrunken down?”

Finally, someone is willing to listen to me. “I didn’t. My bitch of a roommate tricked me. She…”

“Don’t really care”, said Vesper as she popped the tiny girl feet first into her mouth, engulfing her completely and interrupting her statement.

Annie felt like she was in a huge washing machine as she was sloshed about. The tongue, that wicked creature, was violating all her private spots. She used all her might to move in the direction of where she thought the girl’s lips were and, pushing up with her head, managed to poke her head out into the light.

  (Annie with tits out)

She had just enough time to gulp in a breath of air before she was sucked violently back into darkness. She felt flattened against the roof of the girl’s mouth, then she was sliding and being squeezed down, down, down. “Whu…whooooaaaa”, she yelled, her yell eventually morphing into a guttural scream.

Annie landed in a soupy frothy mess. She didn’t even have a chance to catch her breath as the muscle flung her violently into the air several feet, where she splash landed near another body. She felt the side of it against her ribcage. As if that weren’t alarming enough, she felt a hand reach around her waist and grasp, than cup one of her breasts. She was being manhandled. “Don’t touch me! Get away!”, she screamed as she kicked ferociously at her assailant. But her attacker was undeterred…

Vesper sighed pleasantly after sending the female tiny down her gullet to meet with the others in her tummy. “Mmmm, she was pretty good, although she had a little bitter aftertaste. Kind of like a sour patch kid”, said Vesper thoughtfully.

--

Later that night, after they had a chance to take a break, Scarlett was chiding Carina in a corner supply room just off the kitchen, a small bowl of leftover shrinkies at hand. It had been a profitable evening, with the temporary shrinky supply shortage more than made up for. “You remember that little red-headed boy, the cute one?”

“Uh-huh. What about him?”, Carina asked as she flipped a shrinky up into the air. It came tumbling back towards her open mouth.

“He told me when Ember was cleaning him that you tricked him into joining the tour group”, Scarlett said, a twinkle in her eye.

Carina laughed, admitting, “Yeah, I kinda did. Told him he could see how the sausage was made, but I forgot to mention that he’d be the sausage.”

The two young servers laughed wickedly. They loved nothing better than fooling people into getting shrunk.

*** 

Entering The Stream

Elliot knew he shouldn’t have done it. He shouldn’t have pretended to be in his friend Leif’s class – they were a grade higher than he. Further, he knew he shouldn’t have signed up to go to a sorority house with the class. He should never have trusted that strange woman, no matter how pretty she was under all her weird facial jewelry, her gothic look and her bizarre hairstyle. In fact, when he saw his sister get out of the car, Elliot almost considered not going through with it, but Leif had coerced him to go.

Elliot had been a well-behaved kid his whole life, always playing it safe, staying away from those who did drugs and had other vices, including girls. ‘Girls just get you into trouble’, his uncle had once told him just a year ago. But today was supposed to be different – they were meeting older females who were more knowledgeable; they knew certain…things. Things which got his imagination rolling and his youthful libido pumping. After all, he had a sister several years older and that had resulted in her having her girl friends over for sleepovers and other activities. He’d snuck peaks of them switching in and out of their pajamas, getting into swimsuits and the like. He’d discovered that older girls just had a bit more muscle tone than the girls his age. They all seemed to have gorgeous, frog-like legs. And they had developed something on their chests. Perhaps that was why he’d always felt a particular hankering for girls older than himself. Not a lot older, like his mother…but older as in five to ten years older. In any event, this was his one chance to get out of his comfort bubble and live a little, be wild, give in to his inhibitions.

  (Bailey, Elliot, AJ)

That had been a couple hours earlier.

Presently

Elliot could not believe what was happening. It was all so surreal.

A full class of students had been tricked and shrunk down by a couple of sorority females, including his older sister, Bailey. She didn’t know he had been shrunk down – this wasn’t his class (he was a year younger than the others, at age thirteen). He’d been told about the event and invited to join the class by his friend Leif. It had sounded like a fun evening, and that witch of a girl, AJ, had talked of skinny-dipping and spelunking. That was right before she had administered a few drops of that tart liquid to all the boys.

It had been a strange and dizzying sensation to get shrunk. A tickling feeling had spread to his extremities, then it felt like his body was collapsing in on itself and the world was expanding at a great rate. He soon lost sight of it as his body shrunk into his clothing and AJ cradled him tightly to her bosom, one hand under his butt. Eventually, his clothing just fell away, leaving him embarrassingly naked and sitting in the palm of her hand. Being a bit on the small side when it came to his ‘equipment’, his first worry was about his classmates seeing him. He hated to be teased.

After being placed in AJ’s bra, he listened as AJ and Bailey went about rounding up the boys. Then they had gotten back in the car and driven somewhere, presumably the sorority house. He’d heard his friend Leif get eaten, among many others – over twenty of them thus far which was the majority of the class – but he had escaped that fate himself because AJ had shrunk him extra tiny, to under two inches, and stuffed him into her bra.

Elliot loved his sister dearly. Though they were separated by seven years in age, she had been like another parent to him, driving him around, making food for him, and generally being overtly kind and supportive of him, even on the occasion when he’d gotten into trouble at the public water park – having pulled down another boys shorts as a prank when the boy was about to dive into the pool – she had backed him up and told her parents the other boy had deserved it because he had teased and badgered Elliot leading up to that (he hadn’t). Having someone stick up for him even when he was in the wrong was a huge confidence-builder for Elliot and allowed him to come out of his social shell. That was until Bailey had left for university more than a year earlier. He hadn’t seen her very much since, mostly around holidays.

He’d been shocked to hear her casually talk about eating one of the classmates and, when prodded by AJ, detailing just what would happen to the boy she ate. He would be digested down to her poop. It was a stunning revelation and he couldn’t believe this was the same person he grew up with and looked up to.

He didn’t know what to expect from AJ. She had actually put his legs in her mouth once. It was just after he’d been shrunk, but she had taken him out after Bailey said something to her. Still, the momentary experience had nearly short-circuited his mind. The warmth of the girl’s mouth and the feeling of her undulating tongue had actually felt somewhat good. He had then been hidden away in her bra, his naked flesh pressed up against her soft boobs. If he hadn’t been so frightened at what was happening to his fellow students, he might have found this an erotic, even thrilling event.

The next thing he knew, AJ was extricating him from her bra and he was gently dropped into a large box with a handful of fellow shrunken males, all nude. He recognized only a couple of the boys, Pete and Russ. Though he wasn’t in their class, their reputation as class clowns and pranksters had preceded them. Strange that both of the boys, who normally were ebullient and loud, looked cowed and defeated. Pete sat by himself, hugging his knees to his chest, chanting softly over and over again, "I want to go home. I want to go home", while Russ was curled into a fetal position. Elliot looked up to see AJ smirking at him. She said, "Mother, I think you’ve miscounted, there are six boys left.”

Another woman looked into the box, a beautiful blond with an authoritative look about her. Perhaps this woman could help him. He jumped up and down to try to get her attention, “Help me! Help me!” The woman didn’t seem to hear him. He wondered if this sorority held some type of grudge against the particular class. And he had to let her know about his relation to Bailey. He yelled as loud as his tiny lungs would allow, ”I'm Elliot, Bailey's brother. I’m not even in this class…”

It seemed that the woman had focused on him, but she just withdrew as if she hadn’t even heard him. Then AJ started walking with the box and he and the others were jostled about with each step.

--

”Rack’em”.

“Alright, grab the boys, we can’t play without them.”

Elliot heard several movements of the women walking around, followed by ‘plock’, ‘plock’, ‘plock’. He guessed they were constructing something. He couldn’t see her, but he sensed his sister was somewhere in the room. If he could just get her attention. After a minute or so, he watched as several women plucked the other boys violently out of the box one at a time. For a moment, he thought that they had forgotten about him. Perhaps the fact that he was shrunk smaller than the rest was beneficial. Then he was roughly pinched around the waist and yanked upwards. He didn’t have a chance to see who had a hold of him before he was dropped several (relative) feet. He just had time to make out that he was dangled over some sort of table.

The fingers released him and he flailed in the air, yelling “Bailey, blrggh…!” as he hit the surface of the liquid. He was submerged for several seconds. “Ohhh…c..c..cold!”, he sputtered as he breached the surface again to try to catch his breath. For a moment, he thought his heart had stopped. The liquid was super cold, frothy and smelled strongly of what he assumed was alcohol and, as he felt the bottom on his tippy toes, realized it came up to about his shoulders. Shivering, he looked around at his new environment. He was surrounded by cylindrical white walls that towered four or five feet over his head, effectively blocking out much of his view. It didn’t take long for him to realize he was in a cup. In fact, he surmised that all of the remaining boys were in cups.

Than he heard a voice. It must have been the blond-haired woman who had peered into the box at him and looked so confident and commanding:

“OK ladies, here are the rules in case any of you have forgotten. When it’s your serve, the ball must make contact with the front of the table on our side before it goes over the net. If you miss a shot, you must drink from one of the ‘empty’ cups on your side…and by that, I mean one with only liquid in it. However, if you make a shot into an ‘occupied’ cup, one containing a shrunken boy, the sister on the other side must drink up.”

The woman continued with the rules for a bit. The instructions ended with, “…you might even decide to keep the leftover boys as little pets.”

Oh my god, Elliot realized, they’re playing a game with us and they’re gonna drink us up. But the woman might decide to keep him as a pet if he could survive until the end of the game.

The commanding voice continued, “One last thing. If a ball lands in a cup with a boy, they’ll be given a small timeframe, say a half second, to expel the ball. If they do so in time, than the shot is considered a miss. That will give them a chance to live. Do you hear that little ones?” Elliot looked up to see the pretty blond woman peering into his cup. Shivering, he nodded that he understood.

Elliot knew from his short stint in the box that he’d been shrunk down smaller than the others. If they were between 3 and 4 inches tall, he must only be about 1.5 inches, or half their size. At his relatively smaller size, if a ball landed in his cup, he didn’t know if he’d be able to get it out quickly enough.

He looked up at the white material of the walls – they were solid and smooth plastic; it would be impossible for him to scale to the top. He tried to move his body in an effort to shake the cup or create a water force which might tip it, but he came to the conclusion that he was just too small and didn’t have near the strength required. The density of the liquid was too heavy for him. He started to call out again for Bailey, when…

“You ladies get first shot,” a woman’s voice called out.

Elliot heard a sharp crack, then saw a streak of bright neon orange fly above through the sky. There was the sound of plastic clunking against plastic before he heard the ball land on the table and roll away from the cups.  “Awww…”, said a woman’s voice from his own side of the table behind him. She sounded disappointed. From the other side of the table came a cheer in response. It was only a light cheer, but Elliot realized the constant murmur and occasional cheers would drown out any sounds by him or the other boys. These women were just too wound up and boisterous. Even the breathing of the girls on his side sounded loud to him.

“Drink, drink, drink”, chanted the women on the other side of the net. The sound of gulping could be heard, then a cup being squashed and tossed aside.

There was another serve, the sound slightly muted as it came from the other side of the table. There was the sound of plastic hitting plastic somewhere behind him before a small splash could be heard. He heard a muffled yell, “No. Oh no!” followed by a cheer.

“Score!”, said a woman’s voice. “Drink up.” He felt a whoosh nearby, then the sound of gulping, including a particularly hard gulp, before a cup being tossed could be heard throughout the room.

“My turn”, a woman from his side of the table announced. The sound of the ping pong serve was heard. The next sound was the ball hitting the table. “Drats!”, exclaimed the voice. Another cheer to drink came from the other side, followed by the familiar sound of gulping and cup toss.

If it was possible, an even deeper sense of dread filled Elliot’s innards. The uneasiness spread through him as he knew it was the other side of the table’s turn to throw the ball into a cup. If the ball landed in his cup, he was a goner. Although he knew it was wrong, he hoped they would aim for the other boy on his side.

For the moment, he seemed to have gotten his wish, as the serve sent the white ball sailing over his cup and it clanged off the side of the plastic cup and fell into one with a splash. This one must not have contained a boy as there was no frantic screaming. “Dammit!”, he heard the woman exclaim, followed by cheers on his side of the table to drink. “Alright”. He heard the distant sound of gulping, followed by a cup toss.

“Your turn Bailey”, said AJ loudly.

Elliot’s heart leapt. His sister was there. Perhaps there was reason to hope. He jumped up and down in his alcoholic bath, creating ripples that flowed concentrically to the sides of the cup. He yelled as loud as he could, “Bailey! Save me! I’m down here!”

He heard his sister serve…and a ‘clink’. There were a couple cheers, followed by some “oooh”s.

“Darn. So close”, mocked a voice. It sounded like AJ’s. “Drink up.”

She must have made the shot and other boy pushed the ball out in time, Elliot realized. He heard a ‘whoosh’, followed by gulping, than a loud belch.

--

Elliot’s head was on a swivel as he shivered in the chilly liquid. He knew the game was nearing it’s completion and he’d already endured two close calls, the first when AJ’s first shot skimmed the top of his cup before landing in a vacant cup, forcing AJ to drink for her miss, the second when the ball had actually circled within the inside of his cup before the spin and centrifugal force made is pop out. He’d heard AJ curse and got the distinct impression that she was gunning for him, to force his sister to eat him.

Another round was played. On the last shot of the round, AJ’s ball (he knew it was her from her loud cursing afterward) had once again clipped the side of his cup, rolling along the ridge before falling into an empty one. Elliot grimaced as three more boys had been gulped down during the round. One boy had been teased as he was eaten. One of the women on his side, who happened to have a Scottish accent, had picked up her cup and stated, before drinking,"Hemm, I guess shrinkage is a real thing, lookit the wee knob on dis tadger.” There were some laughs and a woman from the other side of the table replied with a giggle, "No. White boys are just like that.” Then he heard the telltale sound of the boy being gulped down. He could always tell when a boy was swallowed -  there was a different sound to the gulping. It was always the chugging of the liquid, then the hard gulping sound, then a bit more chugging. It seemed that only he and one other boy remained. It was terrifying enough to have AJ targeting him, but now he knew all three of the sisters across from him would be gunning for his cup.

Luck seemed to be on his side, however, as each of the first four women missed, their shots not coming close. He heard the other women offer encouragement behind him, “C’mon Bailey. You got this” from one voice and “Yeah, you can do it, girl” from another. Elliot crossed his fingers that his sister would finally make a shot and put an end to the game. He would have crossed his toes too, but they had gone numb shortly after he’d been dropped into the drink. Of course, it would mean the end of the boy on the opposite side, but better that boy than himself.

He heard an intake of air.

‘Click’.

‘Splash’.

A cheer went up from Bailey’s partners. “Score!” yelled one voice.  

“Yessss!”, Elliot exclaimed with relief.

“Woohoo! You did it, girl!”, said another woman’s voice.

Elliot felt the table shift and shake as he heard the girls high-five each other.

From the opposite direction, he heard AJ say “bottoms up”, followed by the heavy gulping of the drink and the boy. Then, he heard her exhale,”Ahhhh”, and the cup slammed down.

The winning girls continued to congratulate each other. Listening intently, Elliot heard his sister say, “Sisters, would you mind if we keep the last one as a pet?”

“Sure.”

“Of course! You hit the winning shot, so if you wanna keep the little guy, that’s fine by me.”

Elliot pumped the air with his fist several time. His sister had come through. His faith in her was somewhat restored. He looked up to see his sister peering down into his cup and he began to wave to her, but before he garnered her attention, a stern commanding voice spoke and he saw his sister’s focus diverted as she looked up at the speaker.

“Hold on sisters. We will be permitted a chance to tie, since you went first. AJ will get one final chance to make a shot. If she misses, you may carry on as you desire.”

Elliot felt like the rug got pulled out from under him. His joy was replaced with uncertainty. Whenever he seemed close to escaping this hell, things took another turn. Well, she has missed twice already. The chances are, she will miss again, he tried to console himself. And if she misses, Bailey will discover me and she’ll find a way to fix this. Of course, she’ll make me swear to never utter a word of this to anyone, and I won’t.

He heard a ‘clack’ and then…he saw the ball coming…

He’d been prepared for the worst for some time. He was ready when the ball came flying straight into his cup, catching it up against his chest. He quickly prepared to toss it out. He tossed the ball as high as he could…

Being relatively small, he had a bit higher of a hurdle to accomplish than the other boys. His toss, a good one, clipped the top of the cup, slid along the ridge, and trickled back in.

Some people are just unlucky.

“Oh…fuck!”, he exclaimed in shock. Still, he entertained the hope that Bailey would see him before it was too late.

There was a cheer from the other side of the table. “Drink”, ordered AJ.

“Hmphf”, said Hailey. Elliot felt his cup picked up. He saw his sister glance into the cup.

“Bailey! Bailey”, he yelled. He was heartbroken to see that she was ignoring him, the cup tilting towards her mouth.

“No, wait!”, he screamed before he was pulled under the liquid, followed by a powerful suction. He was aware of the sudden change in lighting and heat. He bristled as he felt his sister’s tongue underneath him, slathering his abdomen and torso and shifting him upwards and back. He tried valiantly to hold onto the tongue when it lifted him up, but it was too slippery and slimy and changed positions so rapidly that he could not grasp it and his legs were lowered as his face plastered up against the roof of her mouth. He felt his ears pop, then an incredible squeezing sensation took hold of his legs and spread upwards across his thighs, his pelvis, his abs and his torso as he followed the stream of liquid

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‘Gluck’, ‘gluck’, ‘gulch’, “Ahhhh…”

--

No sooner had he plummeted into what he knew was the confines of his sister’s muggy and dank stomach than he felt a violent surge as he was jostled about within the muscular organ. It seemed that his sister was running or wrestling someone, causing her stomach (and thus, him) to swirl amorphously. The Incredible warmth was somehow comforting to him after having been in the freezing liquid so long, but he already felt a creeping itchiness which quickly turned into a burning sensation. He bumped into other objects, making him convulse in disgust and thankful that he couldn’t see.

The constant sloshing around was taking it’s toll on him physically and it was becoming hard to breath. His body was flung about and he was beset with a variety of liquids threatening to surround him and get in his mouth. Finally there was a moment of calm…

And then, like a hurricane, the storm hit and he lost all sense of awareness as his body was suddenly pulled and he once again felt a squeezing tightness before being projectile vomited from his sister’s mouth into a shiny white wall, where he landed with a crunch on his right shoulder and side. There was an immediate sharp pain that spread through his right side. It had been such a roller coaster, the terror of getting swallowed by his own sister, than getting jostled and tumbled about, then violently hurled into the unforgiving wall – it had been quite an ordeal and Elliot was somewhat out of it for several fateful seconds.

Aware that he could see again, although the light was dim, he slid down the wall into a mostly clear liquid. Clutching his right arm with his left and treading water, he looked around and, to his dismay, saw chunks of what must have been the partial remains of another boy floating in multiple spots, covered in foam and frothy juices. He realized quickly from the shape of the enclosure that he was in a porcelain bowl. Oh god, the toilet. I’m in the damn toilet, he surmised. Bailey must have thrown me up.

Looking up, he saw his sister’s face hovering just above the perimeter of the bowl, slobber dripping from her lips. He yelled up to her, but in his present condition, treading water and holding his shoulder, and with his lungs hurting, he couldn’t project his voice very loud. He watched as Bailey heaved a couple times, though not much more than drool came out. He saw her reach to the side for something (toilet paper?) and then she wiped her mouth with it before tossing it into the bowl – it hit the side of the bowl and fluttered down alongside him.  Though she seemed to be looking at him, it didn’t seem as though she recognized him. Elliot noticed that she wasn’t wearing her glasses and her eyes looked glossed over. Oh shit!

“Ugh..”, Bailey muttered as she leaned over the bowl. Elliot watched as his sister pushed herself up to a standing position. She lowered the toilet seat. Then, to his abject horror, she turned around and dropped her pants, followed quickly by her underwear. She wouldn’t…

A dark shadow overcame his vision as his sister’s buttocks lowered into position. Out of respect for her dignity, Elliot looked away. Again, there was a dim light and Elliot could see somewhat. There were a few moments of silence, causing Elliot, in his curiosity to look up. It was just in time to see his sister’s well-groomed slit (her pubic hairs were kept short and trimmed) open up slightly. For a moment, he was entranced as he observed the completely foreign organ. He'd never seen a vagina up close and the sight of it between the two fleshy globes fascinated and intrigued him. For just a moment, he forgot his plight.

He realized too late what was happening when he was hit directly in the face with a stream of piss. The effect was like a slap in the face, but the indignity of being pee’d on just added to his humiliation. He felt dirty and sticky…and worthless. And the smell was putrid. His morale and ego had flatlined. This is so disgusting! He told himself if he ever got out of this, he wouldn't mention a word about this to anyone.

The stream did not last long, and he was able to evade most of it, ducking under the surface until he felt it weaken, then subside. Poking his head above the surface, he looked up through stinging eyes to see her wipe. She was not even looking down into the bowl! Her other hand held her phone up to her face. What the hell is she doing?, he wondered anxiously. Elliot watched as she dropped the refuse into the bowl and reached to the side - suddenly, he had a moment of clarity. Oh no, she’s reaching for the–  "Wait!", he blurted out. Then…

she flushed. A great whirlpool of activity thrust up from below him, initially lifting him before he was swirled about in first long circles in the dissipating yellow current, than smaller, quicker and descending rotations. He tried to slow his descent, but could not gain purchase. 

With one last effort, just before he was plunged under the vile flow, he screamed “Baileeeeee…”. Then he was sucked under. The overwhelming suction of the swill crushed and compacted his tiny body, eventually squishing it to roughly a third of it’s size, his consciousness winking out from the extreme pain and pressure. His remains would be sucked into the drainage and thence into the sewer.

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Bailey flipped the toilet lid back down.

She was immediately feeling much better, but had a strong desire to flop on her comfy bed, both to shake off the effects of the alcohol in her system and to avoid the chiding that she expected AJ and her other sorority sisters would be giving her for being such a lightweight.

The End