"No, this is going to keep coming up. We're going to address this problem, and we're going to address it right now." Harper said.

She didn't heed Olivia's barely whispered attempts to hold her back as she stood up and walked over to the dresser. Less than gently, she lifted the top to Liam's enclosure. She reached in and tipped over his house, exposing the shrunken man cowering in what had been the corner of his 'home'. She quickly snatched him up with one hand and marched back over to the bed where Olivia still waited, all the while the only thing she wore, a strap on fixed securely to her hips, waving around with her gait.

“In order to move on from this toxic little shit…” Harper said. “This little shit is going to need to go away, and the best way to do that is to send him down the hatch and say goodbye your final ‘goodbye’ with your next flush.”

“Olivia! You can’t let her do this!” Liam screamed from between Harper’s fingers. “You can’t let her eat me!”

Harper silenced him with a quick squeeze, and Olivia was sure she heard something crack as she did, not that Harper likely cared. Harper kept the pressure on him, her fingers constricting him tighter than he’d ever been held, to keep him quiet as she sat back down in front of Olivia.

“You’re going to eat him?” Olivia asked, her voice shaky and unsure.

"I would love to." Harper admitted. "And I've already thought about just chewing him up, but this isn't a me-problem or even really a him-problem"

Olivia looked at her ex boyfriend being squeezed into agony and silence by her current girlfriend, then up to meet Harper's eyes, sternly looking down at her. Even both sitting on the bed, Harper towered over Olivia, more than an entire foot taller, but this close and with Olivia backed up against the headboard, she felt even smaller in Harper's shadow.

“No, I'm not going to eat him.” Harper said flatly. “You are.”

Olivia’s eyes shot open wide. Her surprise at the revelation of Harper’s plan almost as potent as the shock as Harper leaned in, seizing Olivia’s head with her other hand, and pressed their lips together. Olivia didn’t fight as Harper slid her tongue between Olivia’s lips. Olivia felt herself getting lost in Harper’s kiss, in Harper’s tongue. It was one of the reasons Olivia had first invited Harper back home, that and the aggressive energy Harper displayed.

Olivia squeaked a bit as Harper's hand disappeared from behind her head and with a barely audible click, the oversized bullet that Harper had taped directly onto Olivia's clit buzzed to life. The rather indiscrete toy ran through a rollercoaster of intensity, beginning as a muted buzz that almost felt like a warm tickle, and building to a violent ego-melting whine that was more akin to a tiny creature fighting for its life between her legs. By the time Harper had settled over Olivia, straddling Olivia and looming over her, Olivia could feel her crotch beginning to seep through her legs.

"Open." Harper ordered.

Olivia knew what was coming, but still felt her jaw slowly start to fall open. When there was just enough space between her teeth, Harper’s free hand hooked into her lower jaw and opened it further. Olivia felt herself quiver under Harper attention, but eager to see Harper’s plan through.

With one hand still in Olivia’s mouth, Harper lifted Liam up to her own face and smiled at the shrunken man. He still looked as though Harper’s grip prevented him from breathing, with his mouth gaping and only small gasps coming from him.

“This is going to be the most useful you’ve ever been, you little shit.” Harper said.

An unexpected spit from Harper left Liam stunned, so when she shoved him unceremoniously into Olivia’s open mouth. Released from Harper’s grip, Liam was free to attempt to breath, although most of his initial attempt was interrupted by Harper’s spit still clinging to his face. Harper’s fingers pushed Liam deep, deep into Olivia’s mouth, so far that Olivia could feel him at the back of her throat.

Harper's fingers slid into Olivia's mouth, one thumb hooked into her cheek, two fingers from the other hand propped open Olivia's other cheek. Together, Harper's digits spread Olivia's mouth open and gave her a clear view of Liam's futile efforts to claw his way out of Olivia's throat. Every moment that passed left Olivia wanting it to be over, but her thoughts kept steering toward swallowing the wiggling thing at the entrance to her throat, not spitting it back out.

"You'll need throat lubrication to make him go down smoothly." Harper observed. "Beg me. Nicely."

Harper was almost directly above Olivia, looking down into her mouth, and holding Olivia's mouth open. Olivia wouldn't have moved, even if her girlfriend hadn't been on top of her, pinning her to the bed as the vibrator toiled away between her legs, but tears were beginning to form in her eyes just from the overwhelming sensation coming from her ears, eyes, her lips, her pussy, and her tongue and throat.

"Please… please lube up my throat." Olivia tried to say with her lips spread and her mouth occupied and her tongue being hugged by her ex while his legs tickled the back of her throat. Unfortunately it came out more as "'Ease… 'ease 'u u' 'y 'roat."

The attempt at speech was enough to revitalize Liam's struggles inside her mouth, and his attempts to climb out only served to heighten the feeling of power as his legs, kicking in desperate fear, occasionally slipped completely free and dangled in her throat. Olivia was surprised to be able to understand a bit of Liam's screams. Between the wordless howls of horror and his coughing and gagging on her own saliva, the occasional pain 'no' and 'please' and even Olivia's name reached her ears from inside her own mouth.

"Good girl." Harper said.

The much taller brunette loomed over Olivia, pursing her lips. Olivia knew what was coming, but with Harper’s fingers in place, she had nowhere to go, and even welcomed the blob of drool that formed at her girlfriend’s lips before spilling out and down to her own open mouth. The spit landed true, and the trail of saliva that followed it continued to dump fluid into Olivia’s mouth, and more consequently, all over Liam stuck deep inside her mouth. Harper let enough of her spit pour into Olivia’s mouth that Olivia could feel it pooling at the back of her throat.

Olivia looked up to Harper with the tears in her eyes beginning to dry. This was the kind of kinky play Olivia loved, the kind of thing Liam refused to ever participate in. Harper had immediately shown a willingness to walk down a path of more indulgences with Olivia that Liam had always insisted were beneath him, and instead pushed for the most vanilla of sex and fun. But here Harper was, pushing Olivia to enjoy herself, and engaging in the exact manner of depravity Olivia so desperately wanted.

“Now, I want you to watch me when you do it.” Harper instructed. “Keep your eyes open and on mine while I watch him. Are you ready?”

Olivia could only nod in affirmation. The pool of her girlfriend’s spit was too deep, the nearly drowning form of her ex-boyfriend too big, all of it too much to attempt to speak through it. Still it seemed to suffice. Harper’s eyes were still on Olivia’s as Olivia nodded, and Harper smiled.

“Good, now, deep breath in through your nose.” Harper ordered.

Olivia did as instructed, she felt her lungs swell up, even with her mouth full. Liam’s screaming and begging reached a new and fevered pitch of horror and desperation. No doubt he’d heard Harper’s orders and knew what was imminent.

“Swallow him.” Harper instructed.

Olivia couldn’t help but notice that Harper’s eyes had fallen, only a bit, from meeting her own gaze to a cruel smile directed at Liam, but Olivia did as she was instructed and kept her eyes open when she swallowed, and swallowed hard. The mass in her mouth, a mixture of her girlfriend’s saliva and her ex-boyfriend welled up very briefly, but then, like a mouthful of gelatin, compliantly slid into her throat.

She’d never swallowed anyone before, even if she’d fantasized about it more than enough, and certainly never attempted to swallow anything as large as Liam was, or still living for that matter. For the briefest of moments she was panicked when she felt the lump that was Liam arrest itself in the middle of her throat, but almost immediately swallowed again reflexively.

A brief squeak, the final sound Liam’s voice would ever make that any other person would ever hear, emanated from Olivia’s mouth as the writhing lump inside her throat slid freely from her mouth completely and down into her stomach. She could feel her impromptu meal for a second, a kind of solid mass that still quivered as it slid through her and to its final destination.

Harper’s fingers slipped out of Olivia’s mouth and her eyes returned to Olivia’s even as Olivia was focused on herself, just below her breasts. She could feel Liam inside her, like the final bite of a huge meal.

"Do… do you think he's still alive?" Olivia asked, not looking up from her own abdomen.

"Probably." Harper observed. "He might even still be conscious for a couple of minutes, but after that…"

As though he had heard them speak of him, over what Olivia only imagined to be the deafening sounds of her own gut, she felt a tiny, almost imperceptible motion inside her stomach. The feeling was so alien, novel, and simulating that she squealed with delight.

"Fuck me!" She said, returning her gaze to Harper.

"Well, somebody's suddenly feeling extra…" Harper started.

"Quit wasting time! We don't have long and I want you to make me cum while he can still hear it!" Olivia shouted. "So fuck me already!"

Olivia's eyes, and Harper's, shot wide open in shock. Olivia's hands both clamped down over her mouth in surprise at the words and tone that had erupted out of her. Harper blinked in stunned silence before recovering.

“Yes, ma’am!” Harper said.

With that, Harper leaned into Olivia, one hand brushing Olivia’s arms out of the way as Harper’s lips found their way to Olivia’s neck. Harper’s other hand was focused on piloting the strap-on to Olivia’s already wet vagina. Olivia tilted her head back to give Harper’s lips better access to her neck, and spread her legs to give the strap-on better access to her own lips.

A moan escaped Olivia as Harper’s hips pushed the dildo into her, while Harper’s lips began much more aggressively tending to Olivia's neck. Between the two of them, Olivia kept one hand over her stomach, applying just enough pressure to call into sharper relief feelings inside. The bullet on her clit buzzed away while her girlfriend settled into a familiar and effective rhythm. She hadn’t forgotten Liam, certainly not as she felt the lump inside her start to move gently with every powerful thrust of Harper’s hips, but she had certainly moved on.