Standing outside Coyote Lounge, Kenny took a deep breath. There, hanging on the door, was a sign that read in big bold pink letters, “LADIES NIGHT!”. It looked like it hadn’t been updated in decades. This old bar looked like it had been there long before Kenny. He had only moved there a few months back, everything here was still new to him. The Lounge, however, he was very familiar with. It was Kenny’s regular spot since he got to this town. All because of one reason, the bartender Misty.
Swallowing his fear he pushed on the door and entered into the bustling dive bar. He had been coming here a while but always avoided Ladies Night. It just seemed too desperate to him. Tonight was different though. Kenny had vowed the previous night that this was going to be the night he asked Misty out. It had slipped his mind that Thursday’s were always Ladies Night but he was not going to let that ruin his chances.
Kenny looked around and saw a daunting sight for a fairly awkward man like him. There were no men in sight. The old bar was usually pretty empty but tonight it was almost at its limit, all with women. As he walked up to the bar he felt like he was being watched. Darting his eyes around he could see a few women seemingly watching him. One curvier woman sitting at a booth in the back seemed to swallow a shot with something weird floating in it. He couldn’t tell what it was because it was already going down her throat before he could make it out. Noticing his gaze, she winked at him, sending strange shivers down Kenny’s spine.
He saw it finally, his usual spot, his safe haven. For some reason it was left completely empty as if it was waiting for him. He felt a massive relief after feeling the soft cushion. For a moment the nerves faded away. But this moment was interrupted by the sound of a gruff angel, “Hey Ken.” Kenny was jolted back to his nerves. Behind the bar stood the reason he was here.
Misty was almost as tall as him, he guessed around six feet since he was 6’1. She had straight black hair reaching to her shoulders, hazel eyes that seemed to peer into Kenny’s soul, her face Kenny swore was molded by the gods though to others she was attractive but a bit rough around the edges. She was wearing a plaid shirt with the collar undone slightly to let her chest breath and blue jeans that fit snugly on her form. Misty never used much makeup, only adding small touches to make herself look decent but to Kenny they made her pop. Especially her bright red lipstick that made her lips entrancing to him. He found himself getting lost in fantasies of kissing those same bright red lips.
“Decided to show up on Ladies Night huh? You did read the sign right?” When she spoke he could hear hints of her slight country accent. Everyone here had at least the hint of a similar accent. Still new to the area he hadn’t quite gotten used to it.
“He..Hey Misty. Ya I did but hey I figured that it wasn’t going to stop me from...from getting some drinks tonight. Is..is that a problem?”
Misty gave that same half smile that made Kenny scream inside, “No. Not at all. The usual?”
“Yes please.”
Misty walked over to the fridge and began to grab a coke. Kenny couldn’t help but nervously stare at her ass as she bent over. He was mesmerized by her form. He began to fantasize, getting lost in his own mind as he usually did. The clack of a glass on the bar woke him up. Standing in front of him again was Misty with her hand outstretched. On the bar, a glass of rum and coke, Kenny’s usually poison. “Oh! Right..here,” he pulled out a $10 bill and placed it in her waiting hand. “Keep the change.”
Misty gave another half smile at him, making Kenny’s heart melt. “Thanks doll.” She bent over onto the bar letting herself rest there and began speaking to Kenny as per the usual. He couldn’t help but notice her shirt was a bit too short revealing part of her slightly tanned, toned stomach as she leaned on the bar. “So how's it going Ken? You get that job over at Murphy's yet?” She was so nonchalant. Kenny was used to this by now but for some reason he was taken off guard by this today. Casual conversation was the last thing on his mind but seeing as she was waiting on a response he had no choice.
Trying to take his eyes away from not only her stomach but from her chest that was prominently in display in front of him, he replied, “Not yet. Haven't really heard back from them but I’m hoping…” He was interrupted by a whistle in the back of the bar followed by a woman calling Misty’s name.
“Sorry hun. Duty calls,” Misty said to him as she walked away from the counter. He watched her the entire way, trying to act casual about it. Turning around in his stool to check out the rest of the full building. He leaned back against the bar to make it seem more casual. He could hardly make out Misty in the crowd. She was in the far back of the building talking to a group of 3 middle aged women. They were all very pretty to Kenny, ‘Aged like a fine wine,’ he joked in his head. Then one of them with short dirty blonde hair caught his gaze. She smiled at him and bit her bottom lip a bit then proceeded to hand a napkin and a $20 to Misty. Kenny quickly looked away to the rest of the bar. He had never been hit on that blatantly. Was he reading too far into it? Was it a joke?
Misty came back to the bar and quickly began mixing a drink. Kenny was curious as to the strange concoction she was brewing but she kept it out of sight. After a few minutes she turned around towards him and put a light blue shot in front of him. “From the ladies in the back. Seems like you got some admirers. Ordered you the special,” Misty informed him.
“Really? What is it? Not poison or anything right?” Kenny laughed nervously. Not because he thought it actually was but because he was still processing the whole situation.
“Part of the surprise. Go on, tell me what you think it is,” Misty coyly replied.
“Ohhh. Gotta warn you Mist I know my drinks. Gonna be easy figuring this out.”
Looking to impress not only Misty but also the women in the back, he didn’t hesitate to take the shot. All of his confidence faded quickly. He swished it around for good measure just to confirm what he had already been thinking. He swallowed the drink and looked down at the bar in disappointment. “I...I couldn’t taste anything.”
“Not as good as you though huh?” Misty said with a smile.
“Ya...guess so...What did you put in that any…”
He was interrupted by a sharp pain in his head. Suddenly the whole room was spinning. Everything around him began to distort and blur. Kenny felt as if he had already drank a whole bottle of whisky. Then his clothes began to feel loose. He tried to keep them up but they just kept feeling looser and looser. By instinct he tried to stand up but due to everything going on he fell back and hit the cold hard wood flooring of the bar. Everything started to fade away as suddenly as it came. Darkness surrounded him and he felt a slight musty warmth. He could hear the sounds of the bar outside his strange dark prison. “What...where…” a million questions ran through his head. Suddenly light poured in from a point in the darkness. His eyes began to adjust as he felt the warm embrace of large tree trunk like objects wrap around his body. They gripped a bit tighter as they pulled him from the darkness. Unsure of what was happening all Kenny could do was scream.
He was surrounded by light. The noise of the bar was no longer muffled and felt louder. He felt himself being lifted up by the things that wrapped around him. Finally they stopped and Kenny’s disorientation began to fade. Though the reality of what was happening didn’t help him much. There in front of him was a giant face of Misty. Her brown eyes, now the size of cars, stared at him. Kenny turned to try and see the rest of the bar. Everything and, more terrifying, everyone was huge. He began to realize what was going on.
“Welcome back Ken,” Misty’s alcohol tinged breath was overwhelming. He could only imagine what the patron’s breath smelled like of hers was like this. “Hate to do this to ya, but money is money. Gotta pay the bills right?” As she said that, she pulled open her bra and forced Kenny inside. She pushed him directly into her cup and let it snap back into place.
Kenny couldn’t tell if this was a dream or a nightmare. He was now snuggly caught on Misty’s right breast. The warmth and softness felt like heaven, though the musk was a bit nauseous. Maybe that was it. Maybe the drink had killed him. Maybe he had died and gone to heaven. Those thoughts were snuffed out by a loud muffled voice from above, “Alright, ya know the drill by now. This one is $50,” he felt his prison move up and down slightly, “the others behind the counter, $20. Watch the merch unless you want to pay double for it.” His heart sank. Was she talking about him? Kenny began to think of the strange things he saw in the shots earlier. Were those other unlucky bastards like him? He looked around the gray bra that were the walls of his prison. Very dim light shone through the white shirt as she leaned over to grab something off the ground. He could very vaguely make out faded red spots on the bra near him. Some, ever so slightly, looked like faded blood. His prison shifted slightly and he was thrown into darkness. The fleshy walls of her right D cup sized boob pressing down on top of him and her bra keeping him snug against it.
After a while, her sweat began to get to him. He felt like he was baking in an oven. Just when the heat would get unbearable, Misty would let air into her bra as if she knew. It felt like he was trapped in there for an eternity. Then a faint glimmer of hope arose. He felt a draft at his feet. Maybe there was a hole or a gap that he could squeeze through. If she were to bend over again maybe it would be enough to let him leave. If she were distracted enough maybe he could skip out unnoticed. Soon he got his wish. He heard a muffled conversation outside. “Claire, what can I get for ya?” Misty asked someone unknown.
“That one you shrunk earlier, he looked like a tasty snack. How much?” An unknown voice replied. In any other circumstance the voice would be rather cute. It was lighter pitched and a bit soft with a thick country accent. But the words it was saying sent pure fear down Kenny’s spine. He didn’t want to end up as someone’s ‘tasty snack’. He couldn’t believe this conversation was even happening. Then Misty bent over a bit. He could feel the draft again at his feet. Now was his chance.
“$50.”
“Really Misty? That much? What is he to you?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to you. $50 or no deal.”
He wiggled a bit and he could feel his leg kick free. Open air. He proceeded to kick his other leg free too. ‘Almost there,’ he thought to himself.
“C’mon. You know me Mist. Can’t you give me a little discount?”
“Not after last time. You devoured all those tourists that came in here last week. Damn near had the FBI snooping around the place.”
“But I paid for it didn’t I? Now c’mon. Don’t leave a hungry girl hanging.”
Kenny, with his last ounce of strength pushed hard and slid out the small hole. ‘Freedom!’ Kenny thought as he fell through open air. Landing on fabric, he carefully crawled his way towards light. He thought about how lucky he was that she decided to wear that shirt today. He approached the toned stomach that he was appreciating so much before and slipped his way out of the shirt. He landed with a small thud on a wooden surface. He looked up to see what used to be his prison dangling above him. Two planets floating above him that now seemed so far away. The shadow of Misty cast over the surface he was standing on making him even less visible. He looked around and saw he was standing on a table. There wasn’t much on it except for Misty’s arms that were resting on the surface and a few shot glasses. Kenny, with only survival on his mind, ran between two shot glasses. One was filled with what smelled like whiskey and the other was empty. He somehow avoided Misty’s gaze as she seemed too invested in the conversation she was having. Kenny tuned out their conversation completely only focusing on getting out of there alive. Collapsing behind the shot glass, he breathed a massive sigh of relief. The shadow went away as he heard Misty’s boots clacking off into the distance. Kenny smiled and laughed to himself. “I made it! Ha! I’m free!” Kenny shouted without really thinking. “Now I just need to get out of here.”
Then the light went away. Another shadow encroached on Kenny’s hiding spot. “Well what do we have here?” That same cute voice he heard before boomed above him. Suddenly fingers wrapped around him and lifted him upwards with a jolt. He was brought slowly upwards in front of this massive body. It was as if his new captor was showing off herself. She was curvy, curvier than Misty, a bit chubby and her breasts were larger than Misty’s. She was wearing a black V-neck shirt which showed off her cleavage, grey pants that were a little too tight, and she wore a necklace with a ring hanging in the middle. She brought him up to her face which he could now see in detail. She was blonde with short hair that went down a little past her chin, blue eyes, bright pink lips, and a pretty smile with almost perfect teeth. She had a very cute face to match her already cute voice. “Awww. Aren’t you a precious little snack,” her higher pitched voice only made the situation more terrifying to Kenny. “I’m Claire. You and I are going to be spending some..quality time together.” Her breath, just as he had predicted earlier, was even more overwhelming then Misty’s. The more she spoke the more he thought he was going to pass out. “I’m so glad you are here. I bet you heard what we were talking about and we’re just dying to become a part of me.” Kenny froze up. It finally set in what he had done. He escaped the fire only to end up in deadlier flames. He tried to say something, anything but the words couldn’t escape his mouth.
“Well I would hate to keep you waitin’ any longer. Have fun in there. I know I will.” With those final words she tilted her head upwards and held Kenny above it. She then opened her mouth. Kenny looked down towards his fate. Two parted pink lips and perfect teeth revealing a slick tongue welcoming him to the abyss of her throat, taunting him from far below. He never thought it would end like this. Digested in some random drunk woman’s stomach. Slowly dissolving in this chubby woman’s insides as she went about the rest of her night enjoying his fruitless struggles. The fingers that latched onto him let go. He felt weightless as he fell. He closed his eyes waiting for the slimy embrace of Claire’s throat.
He instead felt a soft warm surface on his back. He opened his eyes to still see the light of the bar and Claire’s hand farther above him. The surface he was on began to move and wrap around him. Kenny then realized what it was. Misty’s hand wrapped around him and held him next to her chest. “You trying to steal my merchandise Claire?” Misty scolded.
“Of course not. Little thing must’ve snuck away from you. He was begging to be inside me,” Claire replied a bit flustered.
“Uh huh. Well true or not…$100 for him now. It’s a special price just for you. That’s what you wanted right?”
Claire glared at her before taking her last shot. Kenny couldn’t help but watch as the whiskey went down her throat. Had it not been for Misty that would’ve been him. Another brief moment of relief washed over him. Claire got up and began to walk out of the bar. As she did Misty looked down at Kenny. “As for you, little thing, I should’ve been more watchful of you.” She opened up her shirt once again. She, this time, carefully placed him between her nipple and her bra.
Kenny immediately began to panic. This part of her that he admired so much had once again become his cage. He was about to go back in and he could do nothing about it. Her nipple covering most of his inch long body she let the bra form back into place. “Now I’ll know if you try and pull that again.”
Somehow it was tighter there. He could hardly move a muscle. Even when he did, the nipple in front of him would become more erect, trapping him even more. Kenny was hopeless. He knew that it was only a matter of time before some drunk bitch would pay the $50 for his life. He would die in some horrible way, most likely being swallowed in a shot. Hours passed. To Kenny it felt like days. Less and less voices could be heard outside his prison. Hope began to grow in him again. Maybe he wasn’t going to be some woman’s snack. Maybe he could make it out of this. He didn’t know what did it. Maybe it was the heat and the overwhelming smell of Misty’s sweat or maybe he was worn out from everything that happened, either way Kenny passed out. His vision blurred and everything went dark.
He awoke to his entire world shifting. Kenny had hoped all of this was a dream. But that thought shattered when he saw the grey wall of his prison and the soft flesh of Misty’s breast. There was no more talking outside his prison. He thought maybe he had made it. Then his world shifted again. He felt weightless as Misty began to ungracefully collapse onto something. Disoriented from the sudden change, he initially didn’t recognize that the bra he was trapped in was removed and thrown off to the side. There he laid on Misty’s ample chest, trying to make sense of his new surroundings. They were no longer in the bar. What he saw instead was a living room of what he could only assume was Misty’s house. She had laid down on a brown couch, letting out a massive sigh of relief as she could now relax. To the left of her, on the couch, was a box with a crude label written in marker that read, “Merchandise”. She looked down to her tiny captive that was plastered on her right nipple. “Some tip you were,” she complained. “Only made $20 off of you.”
Kenny only had the energy to look up at her.
“Maybe it was my fault,” she continued. “$50 is maybe a bit too steep. Eh. You were a reg so had to make the difference right?”
He had only dreamed of being here. Snuggled up with the woman of his dreams in her house. He could feel her breathing, her comforting warmth, her voice like angels singing in his ears. How could he be so afraid now? This was heaven. Her finger interrupted his delightful thoughts. It prodded him in the back ever so slightly. Kenny wanted to react but between his exhaustion and the cloud like flesh of her boob made it impossible for him. “Worn out huh? Well I was going to use you more but looks like you don’t have the energy I need. Oh well,” she sounded a little disappointed. She lowered a few fingers onto Kenny and picked up his limp body. Whatever fate she had in mind for him he thought he was ready for.
She brought him up to her face. He once again could see her beauty in full. Her perfect hazel eyes, her slightly tanned skin, the bright red lipstick that made her stand out even more, her silky black hair. Then her perfect red lips began to open revealing her saliva coated tongue. It looked like a soft red carpet leading its star to the main event, a black abyss. Her throat seemed to twitch in anticipation for the snack it was about to receive.
Seconds dragged on like years for Kenny as he was unceremoniously placed in her mouth. Feeling the warmth of her breath was enough to wake him from his daze. He looked back as her fingers let him go getting his last glimpse of outside light as they retreated out of the closing lips. He was surrounded by a moist dark cavern with only one exit. The floor he was on began to shift. Her tongue started to shift him around moving him around her mouth. Kenny began to panic even more as reality set in. ‘She’s tasting me. Like some piece of fucking candy!’ His mind was exploding with fear. There was only one way this could end and he knew that. He tried to scream but couldn’t without saliva violating his mouth. As suddenly as it started, he found himself in the middle of her mouth. It moved in one last quick motion sending him tumbling down towards her throat.
“Gl*ck”
Before he could even react he was already surrounded by the warm embrace of her gullet, slowly dragging him downwards. He could hear her heartbeat as he traveled further down. It was beating fairly fast. Was it because of him? Part of him wondering how she felt. Even after all of this, there was a tiny part of him that was happy because perhaps he brought her joy in some way. That and all his other thoughts were tossed away as he landed with a splash in another cavern. This time it was much larger. On the floor of this cavern was a waist deep pool of a putrid, slimy liquid. It was hard to breathe in there. Between the odor of the liquid, the smell of brandy, and the pure lack of oxygen he could barely breathe at all. It took a moment for him to realize the liquid was burning him. Maybe the adrenaline kept him from feeling the pain. He didn’t know but he didn’t want to give up now. He pushed forward through the liquid to maybe find something that could save him from this. All hope was lost before he even reached the wall. He heard a loud booming sound from above him. He couldn’t make it out in his daze but it became even harder to breathe. His vision began to fade. His mind shattered as the putrid liquid began to burn even more. With the last of his strength he thrashed about to no avail. He passed out far before the liquid took him. A loud gurgle filled the cave as his body sunk.
Misty felt the tiny man as he struggled down her throat. She knew he would once his adrenaline kicked in. She smiled a bit before turning on the tv. She turned on Parks and Rec, and began to turn off her mind after a hard day's work. She slid off her tightly clung jeans and laid back down as the show began. Sitting down again she let out a loud sigh. The warmth of the couch on her skin made the entire day worth it. ‘God, what a night,’ she thought. ‘Why the fuck do I do these Ladies Nights anyways. Not like Joan’s ever going to show up,’ In the pit of her stomach she could feel a slight fluttering. ‘There you go. Knew you had it in ya.’ A loud burp escaped her lips. She placed her hand on her toned stomach. Misty loved that feeling. A little man struggling for their life in her stomach. Nothing could match that. She could feel herself getting hot as the thoughts of Joan and her snack fighting in her stomach conquered her mind. “Fuck it, I’m horny.” Misty begrudgingly got up, picked up the slightly struggling box and went to her bedroom.
It wasn’t long before Misty completely forgot about Kenny. After she climaxed the feeling was gone and she fell asleep. Her only reminder was a tightness in her stomach the next morning followed by a gurgling. All that was left of Kenny was disposed of before she left for work. Misty got up after flushing and looked at herself in the mirror. She swore that she was bigger in some way. Her ass seemed a little more plump, her boobs just a bit fatter, her toned stomach had just a slight pudge. She sighed. ‘Gotta workout today. He left a bit more of an impression then I thought.’ Getting dressed, she grabbed her keys and walked out the door leaving any thoughts of Kenny behind, replaced by thoughts of an extra hour at the gym.