It had been a relatively slow last few weeks for Amy, as far as shrinking nurse procedures go. In fact, in the last ten days, she had only been shrunken once. A doctor she was working with had a patient with a lump on their ankle. Amy probably didn’t need to shrink to take a closer look, just wanted an excuse. Normal nurse work was fine and was what she wanted to do at first, but she was beginning to get bored by it.
Because of this, Amy was excited when her boss, Marge, pitched her a new idea. She wanted to have Amy start training new nurses and doctors to start using the shrinking technology. The shrinking tech was taking off, and was now being incorporated by other hospitals in the area. Marge wanted Amy to be the one responsible for training people to use this amazing piece of equipment.
Amy was taking this very seriously. She had a few tough decisions to make. Who would she first train to use the shrinking sub? Who would be the giant, or normal sized person, that the trainee would explore? Was she ready for this type of responsibility?
The answer to her questions came to her easily, when her younger cousin Paul, now a freshman in college, texted her asking to get lunch. She was more than happy to oblige and the two met up at a local café. She and Paul have had a strange relationship since the incident inside of her Aunt Sandra. Paul’s twin sister had been digested by a tape worm, and more terrifying, his mom couldn’t have seemed to care less. She was much more focused on having more tiny people inside of her. This included Paul. Paul had always wanted to go into the medical field, probably a doctor of some sort, but now every time it came up, Sandra would mention to him that he should also learn how to pilot a shrunken sub. Eventually as the two caught up over lunch, Amy pitched the idea to him.
“So, you want me to learn how to use the submarine while I’m shrunken down?” Paul asked, sipping his raspberry iced tea. “Does this have anything to do with my mom?”
“No, not at all,” Amy responded, rolling her eyes. “I actually haven’t talk to Sandra since she swallowed the sub with me and Ryan in it.” She went on to explain this was coming from her boss. She had already run all this by Marge, and she was on board with it. She knew that Paul was still a college student, but thought it was a good idea for Amy to start her training with somebody she knew and was comfortable with.
Paul took another sip of his iced tea and paused, momentarily lost in thought. This did sound like a good opportunity to him and it would probably look great on his resume. “So, do I have to know anything about controlling the size of the sub? Cause obviously I don’t.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Amy laughed. “We made some new updates to it. I can now control the sub remotely and shrink it down with people inside it.” There was a pause as this seemed to make Paul nervous. Amy gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s safer than before. It can get you out of a jam quicker in case of emergencies.”
This seemed to calm Paul down just a bit. “Okay, that does sound kind of cool. Who do I need to go inside of?”
Amy shrugged and took another sip of her hard cider. “How about me?” she asked.
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In a quiet wing of the hospital, Amy and Paul found a room and began to set up the size changing submarine. They both watched as the sub grew to a size big enough to contain a person in the middle of the room. Stepping inside with Paul, Amy began to point out the controls and how to operate everything. “Okay, you ready to get tiny, little guy,” Amy said in a condescending manor, which she could tell made her cousin visibly uncomfortable.
“I…I uh…I’m not really sure about this,” Paul said, not wanting to say that he was freaking out but it was clear on his face. “What if something happens? I really don’t want to end up in your stomach, like when my mom swallowed us,” he said.
It didn’t take a genius to realize that he was having flashbacks to the only other time he was miniaturized. He had no desire to go into a stomach again. Amy could easily see this in Paul’s face. “Remember, you’re not going into my stomach, you’re just gonna be in my nostrils,” she said, trying her best to reassure him. She could instantly tell that it was not working.
“Look, you’re going to be safe inside the sub,” she said. “I know for a fact that I don’t have a tapeworm. Also, I can control the sub remotely now. As long as you stay in the sub, you’ll be safe.”
Maybe Amy had just finally gotten to him, but Paul exhaled and seemed to relax just a bit. “Alright, let’s do it. Time to shrink,” he said, trying desperately to hype himself up. Amy couldn’t contain a smile. She was very proud of her cousin for (sort of) following in her footsteps. Sure, he had to be coerced into it a bit, but he was still doing it. Watching Paul enter the submarine and shut the door, Amy bit her lip and smiled. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she activated the remote controlling the sub’s size. She was extremely excited and intrigued at the idea of watching other people shrink, rather than her, herself.
Fingers shaking with anticipation, Amy punched in the size she wanted the submarine: two millimeters. Almost immediately after hitting the button, Amy’s eyes widened watching the sub dwindle down to size. She was wearing comfortable shoes that she could stand all day in, but inside those shoes, Amy’s sexy, pedicured toes were curling with excitement and glee. The titanic woman took a step forward towards the sub, which now resembled a tiny bug on the floor. She reached down to pluck it up between two fingers, though she couldn’t help but notice the subtle pulses in excitement coming from her crotch.
Lifting the shrunken sub up to her eye, Amy’s giant brown pupils darted back and forth, studying her new prize. She absent mindedly licked her pink lips, inadvertently scaring the shit out of Paul. Inside the submarine, Paul was hyperventilating, trying his absolute hardest not to freak out. “Oh god, oh no,” he whimpered. “She’s gonna eat me!”
Of course, Amy had no intentions of eating her cousin. She did care about him after all, and this was an important part of her new training responsibilities. She placed the two-millimeter sub down on a wooden table in the room and hovered over it. Her breathing washed over the tiny vehicle and caused it to rock gently. “HOW’S THE VIEW DOWN THERE, LITTLE GUY,” she said to emphasize her point. Sure, she knew it was cheesy but she couldn’t resist t. “Shit, I can really get used to being the giant,” she mumbled to herself, thinking about all the possibilities she could have.
While Amy was having the time of her life at her normal size, Paul couldn’t take it anymore. Hands shaking, he unbuckled his seatbelt and reached for his phone. He began to type out a frantic text message to Amy, deciding he couldn’t go through with this. Before he had a chance to finish typing it out though, a giant shadow overtook the sub.
Cutting off the light, the giant face of Amy began to lower itself towards the table. Her lips were pouty and her eyes seemed to be uncaring, as if Paul and his safety were meaningless to her. Paul looked through the windshield and let out several panicked screams. Everything Amy had told him about being safe had left his mind now. This was fight or flight mode for him. He chose flight.
Not thinking clearly, Paul rushed to the door of the sub and forced it open. With the submarine only two millimeters long, this meant Paul was nearly the size of a speck, maybe half a millimeter tall at best. He fell on his hands and knees on the wooden table, and stumbled to his feet. He then felt the winds start to pick up around him. He looked up and saw two cavernous black holes descending, ready to take him far away from hear. Then the nostrils flared. A hurricane force wind swept up everything. The sub, particles of dust on the table, and Paul. The tiny college student screamed in horror as he disappeared into the nasal passage of his giant older cousin.
Amy covered her nose momentarily, trying everything she could not to sneeze. “Agh, too much dust,” she giggled to herself, tilting her head back to make sure the submarine didn’t come tumbling right out. She waited a few seconds for Paul and the sub to settle, and then gradually lowered her head back down. Checking her phone, she fired off a text to Paul to make sure everything was okay. He didn’t respond, immediately, but she just assumed he was distracted. She recalled her first time being inside someone’s nose, that someone being her good friend Sarah, and how chaotic that was.
While she was correct that Paul was a bit distracted at the moment, it wasn’t because of his amazement at the new environment in the tiny sub. It was because he was smaller than a millimeter tall, trapped outside of the sub’s safe walls, in the disgusting nostril of his older cousin. He screamed and shouted for help, though he soon realized it was pointless. Paul was tangled in a nest of Amy’s nasal hairs, which were momentarily holding his body in place. Each breath she took threatened to suck Paul deep into her body.
“Oh god, this is so fucking gross,” whimpered Paul, his voice cracking out of panic and fear. The thin, black hairs had him tied around his left leg and he tried desperately to pull himself free. He felt something cold and wet drip onto his head and the back of his neck, causing him to shutter. Reaching up, he realized it was mucus dripping down from the roof of Amy’s nasal passage. “Amy get me out of here,” he screamed.
With a “mighty” heave, Paul managed to pull himself away from the nose hairs which had him entangled. He had no opportunity to celebrate though. He instantly felt himself falling and sliding through the cavernous nostril of his older cousin. He shouted and closed his eyes, as course hairs smacked his body like branches in a forest. Suddenly he felt his body stop.
Opening his eyes, Paul tried to move but found it extremely difficult. He shouted and tried to pull himself to his feet, but fell right back down on his face. Struggling to lift his head, it became immediately clear to Paul that he was currently stuck in a sticky, hardening puddle of Amy’s mucus. “Crap,” Paul muttered, trying to lift his hand to up to his face to wipe off the snot. It was getting more and more difficult to do so, as Paul’s head fell back into the puddle. He tried to scream, though it only resulted in a mouthful of Amy’s mucus.
Something wasn’t sitting right with Amy. She surely should’ve heard back from Paul right now, and she wasn’t really feeling the sub moving around. Feeling a bit uneasy, she send off another text to Paul, simply reading, “Everything okay in there?”
Continuing his struggles in Amy’s massive nose, Paul had ended up in quite a dangerous position. The hardening mucus had most of his body stuck to the wall and ground of Amy’s nostril. Even the left side of his face was in the hardening, yellowish sludge. He had managed to keep his right arm out of the goop and kept it free. Then he felt a familiar vibrating sensation in his pocket. “No way!” he shouted, and cursed himself for being such a panicked idiot that he totally forgot about his cell phone. Reaching into his pocket, he began to frantically type out a message to Amy as best he could with his one free hand.
Pulling out her phone to read the text message, Amy let out a loud, audible gasp. “SHIT, NO!” she shouted, reading her cousin’s text. Her mind began to race. How the hell did this happen? Didn’t he know not to get out of the sub? Was he still in her nose? Was he still alive? Not wanting anything worse to happen to him, Amy slid her phone into her pocket, and then rushed out of the room to find some coworkers for a rescue mission.
Unfortunately for Paul, things had gone from bad to worse. Despite the fact it meant she was very concerned about him, Amy’s gasp may have spelled disaster for him. He had gone from glued to the wall of her nasal passage in her mucus, to launched into the back of her throat. He screamed in horror as his miniscule body had been inhaled and was stuck to the slimy wall of her throat. This was fine, until he slowly felt his body, which was star-fished against the wall, began to slide down the pink surface towards her esophagus.
In her panic, Amy fired off another text to her shrunken cousin, and nervously paced as he had not responded. She didn’t know it, but his phone had actually been inhaled so far that it had disappeared down her throat and was currently submerged in the acidic pool of her stomach. Soon enough, three of her coworkers walked into the room, two women and a man, with the man placing a submarine down on the floor and growing it back to normal. These coworkers were Alexis (her work best friend), Michelle (a new nurse) and Marvin (a nurse who was infatuated with Amy).
With a deep breath, Amy went on to explain to her coworkers what she needed them to do. Maintaining her composure the best she could, Amy profusely thanked her coworkers for agreeing to shrink down inside the sub for a rescue mission. She knew she’d owe them big time, despite the fact that she feared how Marvin could cash in on this favor.
She watched anxiously as they shut the doors to the sub, and quickly the sub shrank down right in front of her. It dwindled down to the same size as the sub that was already lost somewhere within her body: two millimeters. She reached down and plucked up the sub between her hands, shaking with nervousness.
“THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH,” Amy said to the sub, as her nostrils started to flare. “PLEASE BE CAREFUL.”
“Holy shit she’s huge,” mumbled Marvin, clearly a bit intimidated.
“Oh what’s the matter?” laughed Alexis from the pilot’s chair. “Haven’t you always wanted to be inside Amy?” This was met with chuckles from both Alexis and Michelle, while Marvin just mouthed “Fuck You”, flipped her off and started laughing as well.
The sub entered Amy’s nose carefully, not getting straight inhaled as Paul’s sub did. The shrunken team began to explore the cavernous nostril. It wasn’t long before they found the sub tangled in a mess of nasal hairs and mucus. After a short group decision, the ground decided that Marvin would hop out and search the area on foot. He would then climb into the other sub and use that to safely traverse Amy’s body.
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While all this was happening, Amy nervously walked around an empty patient room, her mind racing as she tried to figure out what to do. She impulsively texted Paul again, but obviously there was no response. She sat in a chair and tried to take deep breaths, hoping it would help her relax. She felt a gurgle in her stomach but paid very little attention to it. She was busy trying to sort out her thoughts. As nervous as she was to have all these people inside of her, she couldn’t help but feel an awkward sexually excitement at the amount of power she currently had.
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With the three tiny nurses currently on a rescue mission, and Amy doing her best to remain calm, Paul had just plummeted downward. He had traveled down his cousin’s slimy esophagus. His entire body was covered in a gross slime, and he had just passed through the sphincter leading to Amy’s churning stomach. He screamed bloody murder as he fell down into the acidic lake. Having been inside a stomach before, Paul knew that he needed to get out of this liquid as soon as possible.
In a desperate attempt to avoid the lethal lake, he doggy paddled as quickly as possible, and he could feel something solid in front of him. It was Amy’s lunch, a large, digesting burger. Knowing this would be the best temporary sanctuary he would find, he hauled himself onto the chewed mountain and collapsed in exhaustion.
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Finding no sign of Paul in Amy’s nasal passage, Marvin sighed as he started walking over towards the submarine. He was actually glad to be alone, finding it very exciting and even erotic that he was in the nose of his beautiful coworker. His left hand slipped into his pants, as his right hand typed out a casual text message to Amy, revealing that he found nothing. He didn’t think anything of it.
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Glancing down at her phone, Amy’s eyes widened. She wasn’t aware that the group split up, and now just had a message from Marvin on her phone. “No sign of your cousin, probably gonna check you’re throat,” it read. Her eyes widened. She began to sweat. If Paul wasn’t in her nose, where the hell was he?! “SHIT!” she shouted. It was loud for her, it was incredibly dangerous for the shrunken people inside of her.
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As Amy shouted, the walls around Marvin began to shake and vibrate. It felt like an earthquake was about to happen, only for him it was worse. It was a cave in. With the walls around him seemingly in motion, Marvin collapsed to the floor of the nostril and landed on his face. He was dazed and confused as he started to turn over onto his back. As he started to sit up to regain his balance, he looked up at the ceiling of the cave.
“Oh fuck, no!” shouted the tiny, hopeless romantic.
These were the last words Marvin said. A giant (in reality, tiny) glob of mucus which was clinging to the roof of the nostril became dislodged. Marvin watched, frozen in fear, as the mucus fell, landing directly on his body. The impact knocked out the poor, young man, causing him to fade into unconsciousness as his body was covered in the sticky substance. This included his head, as the snot covered him and soon cut off his oxygen.
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While Marvin had suffocated in the nasal passage of Amy, Alexis and Michelle were currently in the friend and coworker’s stomach. They had assumed Paul had been swallowed, once it was obvious that he was no longer in Amy’s nose. The duo used logic to determine Paul must’ve been inhaled and would’ve gone down Amy’s throat to her esophagus. Alexis decided that they were going down into Amy’s stomach, despite the meek pleas from Michelle insisting that this was a bad idea.
“Come on, we need to get closer,” Alexis insisted. The duo was successful. Using the sub’s headlights, it didn’t take long for them to find the largest mound of slowly digesting food. It appeared to be a burger, with an extra topping on it: Amy’s cousin Paul. The poor guy had been curled up rocking back and forth, clutching his knees. He nearly jumped out of his skin when the sub’s headlights illuminated the area around him.
With Michelle taking the controls of the sub, Alexis climbed up onto the deck. She knew they’d need to get right up next to the burger mound to allow Paul to climb on. “You’re Paul, right?” Alexis called out, as the traumatized eighteen-year-old walked down towards the sub. He just meekly nodded. “Well, climb on. Let’s get the fuck out of here!” she stated.
As Paul was in the process of climbing onto the deck of the submarine, Alexis did her best to grab his hand. This left her in a vulnerable position near the edge and railing of the sub. Without any warning, a single word came out of nowhere and echoed around them.
“SHIT!”
This was obviously Amy shouting. The trio in her belly had no way of knowing that Amy had just received Marvin’s texted, and was reacting to finding out that Paul was not in her nose. She meant no harm by it, but it would have a devastating effect for her work best friend.
Paul fell forward, collapsing on the deck, relatively safe. The impact caused Alexis to lose her balance and tumble over the rail, into the toxic, acid sea with a splash.
Lifting his head, Paul heard the cries of pain and screams. He could see Alexis flailing in the water, screaming for help as the fluids began to eat away at her. He wanted to help, it’s what his instincts were screaming at him to do. But something prevented him. He began having flashbacks to his own sister. He remembered watching helplessly as she was digested by a tapeworm right in front of him. The visuals made him nearly vomit. He saw everything through the worm’s clear skin.
Unable to bring himself to help, he began to rock back and forth and whimper. Down inside the sub, Michelle was also in a panic. She was still new and had no way of knowing what to do. All she could think of was opening the hatch and screaming “Paul, get down here! It’s safe in here!” He did not need to be told twice.
Entering the passenger bay of the sub, Michelle and Paul watched helplessly as Alexis fell beneath the surface. They both felt extremely guilty, but didn’t say anything. Paul simply buckled himself in. Michelle took a deep breath, and began firing off a text towards Amy. She detailed as much as she could through a text message. She mentioned finding Paul, splitting up from Marvin, and losing Alexis to Amy’s own stomach. She ended it by saying they were reading to be coughed up.
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Amy read the text message and had absolutely no idea how to respond. Of course she felt guilty and horrified reading over the text, but not as bad as she should have. It was that same erotic feeling over power she felt earlier. It was stronger this time, and Amy was having a harder and harder time of controlling it. She began to understand why people like Renee, Matt and her own Aunt Sandra loved this so much. While her right hand went towards the back of her throat to force herself to vomit up her cousin and coworker, her left hand was now in her pants, finding her clit.
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After throwing up the sub, Amy actively decided against growing it back to normal. She was relishing having two tiny captives far too much. In the empty patient room, she placed the sub down on the beside table, while she thrust her hips back and forth while masturbating.
Paul was having flashbacks again towards his ravenous, sex-crazed, giant mother. He was staring at the vagina of someone MUCH larger than himself, as she pleasured himself. He did the same thing he did under pressure: shut down. He just looked away and started to tear up, praying for this all to end.
Being a relatively recent hire, Michelle had not been tiny very often. She had obviously never been in a situation like this, and this horny giant was not responding to Michelle’s frantic texts. Not thinking clearly, Michelle began to run out of the sub and wave her arms, trying to get the attention of her giant coworker.
Amy licked her lips staring down at the two-millimeter vehicle. She was fantasizing about it re-entering her body: her ass, her mouth, her wet vagina. Her ego was screaming at her to snap out of it, but her id was winning out in this. Then she saw a tiny woman (or what looked like a woman) rush out of the sub.
“COME HERE!” Amy demanded. One massive, well-manicured hand with dark blue nail polish reached down and plucked up the woman who was less than a millimeter tall. She moaned loudly, and began rocking back and forth harder, starting to orgasm.
Feeling the pressure build, Michelle started to scream and then silence. Amy had squeezed her fingers together a little too hard, and caused Michelle’s absolutely miniscule body to implode. Looking down, Amy’s eyes widened and she bit her lower lip again. “OOPS,” she giggled.
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With the sub back and normal size, an absolutely shocked Paul walked out. He saw his cousin standing there with a strange expression on her face. “Glad you made it out safely,” she said with a smile.
All he could do was nod without saying anything. He had no idea what his cousin was thinking. He had never felt more powerless in his life.
“So you should probably do another session soon,” Amy said with a cocky tone in her voice. Paul just looked down nervously and started to walk out of the room.