To my readers: I’ve been struggling with writer’s block pretty
bad for several weeks now. So to try and get at least something out I
have written my take on ‘Going Out to Eat’ by Supernova (on this
website). This is one of the first stories that really got me into
this genre and to date one of my favorite vore stories. I’ve been
wanting to do this for awhile now anyway.
So call this story
part tribute and part desperate attempt to get over writer’s block.
I don’t feel great about this product in general but at least it’s
something.
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Helen groaned as she
awoke; she was as far from a morning person as one could get. Even
waking up naturally without any alarm wasn’t any better. After
several cups of coffee she’d feel more like a person – probably.
She sat up and put
her feet on the carpet, leaned forward and put her hands on her
knees. Sunlight spilled through her fourth story window and stabbed
her in the eyes.
“Good things it’s
Saturday,” Helen mumbled as she stood and shuffled to the restroom.
The brunette brewed
coffee and by the time she was eating her second toaster strudel she
was ready to go about her day. Idly she made a list of groceries on
her phone and texted several friends. Her third cup of coffee finally
woke her up enough to bother getting dressed.
Jeans and a white
t-shirt were all she could find that wasn’t dirty. Sunday was
laundry day usually but this week that likely wouldn’t be the case.
“I gotta get
myself together,” Helen said as she thought about the rough week
she’d just survived.
She made sure her
keys and phone were in her purse before she left her apartment.
Matching boots, no necklace or earrings for her today.
And one very special
accessory: a little pink, apparently plastic, ring that she’d
gotten from a cereal box when she was ten. This went on her right
middle finger where it had fit very well since that very day, no
matter how much she’d grown. Even at the age of ten she’d known
to keep this piece of jewelry to herself, and curiously her normally
very observant mother had never even mentioned it.
Once on the street
and in the late morning sun she turned toward the nearest health food
store and started walking. The crowd was already heavy; New York City
never really calmed down and she was almost shoulder to shoulder with
total strangers immediately. The store was several city blocks away
but she never minded the walk even if she was carrying groceries. In
a way the crowd made her life a little easier.
But once she got on
her way her stomach grumbled.
Plenty of time
for a detour, she thought as she
idly checked her watch. And she reminded herself of advice her mother
had given her years ago: Never shop on an empty stomach.
Helen checked her
little pink ring and felt it carefully with the pointer finger on her
left hand. There were several small bumps that she could barely feel,
but they were still in the same configuration they were yesterday.
Just to test it out
she grabbed the next passer-by quickly by the wrist. Instantly they
vanished from sight. No ‘pop!,’ no flash of light, and most
importantly, no sign that anyone around them noticed anything weird.
Yet again the crowded sidewalks worked in her favor.
Perfect,
Helen thought as she felt movement in her hand.
She
didn’t even need to look; by feel and years of practice she knew
there was an almost inch-tall naked person in her palm. To be
perfectly honest she hadn’t even noticed if it were a man or a
woman.
Her
palm went to her mouth and she threw the tiny in, swallowing almost
before her tongue could taste it.
She
tried to pay attention to any wiggling she could feel on the way down
but there was nothing this time.
Annoying,
she thought, but she knew it happened sometimes. Some people’s
panic response was to freeze up and it ruined a lot of her snacks.
Especially if she didn’t
have the patience to let them get worked up.
While
she waited to cross the street she thought she felt a small flutter
in her stomach but it was more likely excitement at her plans for the
morning.
She
took a left on the next block instead of going straight to the store
and found herself in small park that she liked to frequent. There
was already an older woman sitting on her bench but there was plenty
of room for Helen as well. When she sat the woman gave her a smile.
“Do
you have the time?” she asked sweetly.
“Of
course, it’s-” was all the more the woman got to say before Helen
reached out and put her hand on her shoulder.
Instantly
the woman was gone, the
clothes she was wearing
conveniently vanished but her purse and unopened bottle of water left
behind.
I wonder where
the clothes end up?
“Sorry,
I really don’t care about the time,” Helen admitted as she looked
down at the woman.
This
time she gave the tiny a little more time to panic. Which she did
immediately. Luckily the sounds of the city easily drowned out the
tiny’s screams.
Helen
leaned back and looked around the park, watching a small crowd of
children playing under the watchful eyes of their parents. Several
joggers were making their way around the tiny pond and a hot dog
stand was already being set up for the lunch rush. It
was going to be a beautiful day.
Without
paying any more attention to her snack, Helen popped the woman into
her mouth and swallowed again.
This
time she got the satisfying tickle down her throat she was hoping
for. It only lasted a moment
and was followed by a pleasant jumping sensation in her belly.
That’s a little
better.
Her
stomach accepted its gift but gurgled in anticipation for more.
She
picked up the woman’s water bottle and opened it, a little relieved
to feel it open for the first time. Helen had no desire to drink from
the same bottle a stranger had. That was just yuck. The woman’s
billfold she slipped out of the lonely purse and into her own –
there was surely some cash or a credit card she could use later.
After
a long drink from the bottle she looked at it and saw it was down
about two inches, which was plenty of room for what she was planning.
The cap was replaced loosely so that it wouldn’t fall off but be
easy to remove.
Helen
stood and started walking toward her grocery store again. Her detour
had added several blocks to her walk but since it was Saturday the
time wasn’t a concern.
It
was a beautiful day to go on a walk. The sun shone beautifully off
the windows of the tall buildings that surrounded her. Helen couldn’t
help but take in the sights of the city she’d always lived in.
Others did as well, making it even easier for her to reach out to
people as she walked by.
Stunned
individuals were in her palm in an unnoticed moment, then dropped
into her water bottle. Helen herself barely paid attention to who she
picked out and didn’t even bother to look down at her bottle as it
filled slowly.
A
businessman who was busy mid conversation about travel expenses. An
accountant who was enjoying their first day off in two weeks. By pure
coincidence a pair of sisters who didn’t even realize they were
following each other to the very park that Helen walk walking away
from.
Each
were deposited unceremoniously into the slightly cold water.
When
Helen realized she was poking her snacks into the bottle with a
finger instead of simply dropping them in she knew she had enough.
Idly
she screwed the cap back on tightly and began shaking the bottle like
a can of spray paint. The tinies were thrown in every direction and
disoriented. Desperately they all tried to swim to the surface.
Instinct forced them to move in just the right way. Helen was always
reminded of the first time she’d done this particular mode by
accident back in high school by dropping her water bottle full of
cheerleaders.
Helen
sidestepped a little away from the flowing crowd and leaned against a
wall between two empty newspaper boxes. She gave the bottle another
shake then held it up to her eyes. There was no worry of anyone
seeing anything amiss; the crowd walked by as she smiled at her
bottle full of shrunken people.
Before
any of them could regain their bearings or overcome their panic from
near drowning Helen unscrewed the cap and lifted it to her lips.
Without stopping she swallowed rhythmically, drinking down the bottle
in one very long pull. Each little lump that passed through her lips
and down her throat made her smile.
And
she smiled even more when the bottle was empty; her stomach was
almost jumping now with pleasant twitches. One active enough tiny was
usually enough for her to feel something but a small crowd was what
she really needed to get that
good, satisfying movement
sensation.
She’d discovered
that early on after she found the little pink ring.
Her
first snacks had always been individuals, which had been nice, but a
group of boys picking on a cat in her neighborhood had been her first
truly satisfying experience.
The
water bottle went into an overflowing trash can and Helen let out a
polite burp that, once again, no one noticed. That
didn’t stop her from giggling a little and turning red in the face.
She always prided herself on
her manners.
With
more bounce in her step Helen
continued on to the grocery store. It was true what her mother said,
she always made smarter shopping decisions on a full belly.
While
her first snacks of the morning were just starting to dissolve, Helen
grabbed several bags of lettuce and picked out some fresh fruit
instead of raiding the chip aisle. When
one of her drinking snacks slipped, undigested and in a panicked fit
to escape, into her small intestine she picked out lunchmeat instead
of premade microwave meals. Helen did allow herself a little ice
cream.
Gotta splurge a
little, she told herself as the
sensations from her stomach slowed. A little sideways booty-shaking
got the crowd moving again though; another little trick she’d
picked up over the years. Helen assumed the shaking helped free up
some of the tinies that had been getting smushed and let them keep on
giving her those sweet, sweet wriggling sensations.
Despite
her little tricks to keep her snacks moving by the time Helen was
checking out with her four bags of groceries her snacks were far less
active. At a certain point she knew they just had no more happiness
to give her. There was an occasional flicker of motion but Helen had
always assumed this was more to do with her snacks settling instead
of any actual purposeful struggles.
The
walk back home wasn’t nearly as fun as the walk earlier. She only
had a few bags of groceries but after several blocks her hands were
sore. Still, she forced herself to take the stairs. By the time she
got to her apartment she was out of breath, but this didn’t stop
her from quickly putting her food away and heading right back out the
door.
This
time instead of turning toward the grocery store she turned the
opposite way toward her favorite cafe.
“Join
me for lunch?” she asked a young woman as she walked aside her for
a moment.
The
blonde had enough time to make a questioning sound before her
surprised squeal was overwhelmed by the sounds of the city and cut
off by Helen’s squeezing fingers. This
blonde was dropped into the side pocket of Helen’s purse. She
was followed closely by two more brunettes.
Helen
happily ordered her usual vegan salad wrap and unsweet tea. She had
been coming to this cafe long enough that the staff had her routine
down almost to the minute. Her usual booth in the corner was free and
by the time she sat down a staff member was already walking her order
over to her with extra ranch dipping sauce.
“Thanks!”
she said to the waitress who gave her a happy nod in return before
hurrying back behind the counter.
A
quick glance around showed her no one was paying attention and Helen
used this moment to drop her three mid-walk acquaintances into the
dipping sauce. There was
always a moment where Helen worried someone might overhear the
screams in this more silent setting but those screams never really
manifested. Helen never thought much about it, but her food stayed
silent because their mouths were already full of ranch sauce.
Carefully
she unrolled part of her wrap and used a plastic fork
to scoop out the two brunettes. They each were dropped onto the fine
mixture of kale and other leafy greens before being wrapped up once
more in an organic spinach tortilla.
Idly
Helen took a bite, savoring the flavor. Despite
her earlier snack she was surprisingly hungry; this always happened
on the weekend. There was no
crunchiness in her wrap. Yet.
They make the
best wraps, she thought.
She
took another bite and this time something crunched between her teeth.
A burst of saltiness that paired nicely with everything else in her
hand. It
didn’t even gain the unfortunate tiny a glance from Helen, who only
took another larger bite from the same area. This time there was much
more crunch.
While
she ate Helen opened her food tracker app on her phone. She wasn’t
very consistent with it, despite her attempts at being healthy some
things were just harder to keep up with. Helen added in her breakfast
then paused when she tried to think of how many people she’d eaten
earlier.
Eighteen?
Nineteen? she wondered. How
many calories is in a tiny? Are they the same since they’re not
even an inch tall?
“Guess
I’ll cheat a bit on this today,”
she said aloud as she just
added her salad wrap and a bottle of water to her daily nutritional
goals.
Her
next bite had more crunchy salty goodness.
With
each bite she dipped into the little bowl holding her dip. At first
this only pushed around the shrunken blonde in the thick pool she was
stuck in. But as her wrap grew smaller and the other tinies vanished
into her mouth piece by piece the blonde knew her time was up.
When
there was only a single large mouthful left for her, Helen used it to
scoop up the tiny woman.
This
one tiny got at least a little attention from Helen. A single glance
and a smile.
Then
she vanished into Helen’s mouth with an unheard scream.
Helen
giggled as some liquid seeped between her lips; it was just barely
too large of a bite for her. A
quick swallow got most of the bite down, including the still
screaming top two-thirds of the blonde.
Daintily
she dabbed her lips clean with a napkin and took one last sip of her
drink before standing and cleaning up her spot. She didn’t need to;
the staff here cleaned up well, but she liked to. The staff had
always been great to her.
“Have
a nice day!” she said with a friendly wave to the girl behind the
counter as she walked out into the busy city once again.