Jack would feel a light breeze as he walked down the street of his town, the lightly warm summer evening giving him that fresh feeling of finally getting a break from college and getting to spend time with his friend. And that was exactly what he was doing, making his way across town to visit Mark. He didn’t quite know what they’d do when he got here, whether they’d play games or go outside, it didn’t really matter either way as Jack just finally felt relieved with the lack of responsibility he had right now.

Just as he got close to his friend’s house he’d notice a familiar face walking in his direction. A beautiful woman in her late forties, yet despite that appearing as if she was a decade younger. She had long brunette hair and matching brown eyes, her long, flowing dark brown dress showing she was getting ready for a night out. The familiar woman in question was none other than Mark’s mom, someone Jack would hesitate to not admit he found attractive due to her appearance. The two would soon approach one another, the sound of clacking heels informing Jack of her approach as she waved at him. “Hey Jack, you coming over to see Mark?” She asked, the boy nodding in response. He never really bothered to learn her name, but it didn’t matter too much as the two rarely interacted like this outside of when he was with his friend.

“Yea, I am. Where are you headed so late?” He asked, it was easily almost nightfall, the stores would probably be closed by the time she got to them so he knew it couldn’t have been a quick grocery trip, especially not with how well dressed she currently was. She’d give him a soft smile, followed by a chuckle: “Well, you see, I’m going to a new bar down the road. It opened like a week ago and has been quite popular. The girls and I are going to check it out and I won’t be back till much later at night so you two can hang out as long as you want.” She gave a light wave, walking away, her ass slightly swaying as she did. Jack couldn’t help but have the thought of wishing to be in that bar instead pop into his mind, before quickly dismissing it as he continued on his way.

Before long he was at his friend’s house, ringing on the door bell as he waited. However, as the door opened he’d be met with the face of a rather frantic looking Mark who instead of greeting him would first look outside into the street, before having a rather disappointed look on his face. “What’s wrong?” Jack would quickly ask, his friend sighing as he moved inside, waving the other man to enter. “My mom forgot her purse, but I can’t go after her now cause I’m entering a game. Hope I’m not too late by then.” Jack would sigh a bit, before then getting an idea: “Why don’t I bring it to her? I mean, I gotta wait for you to finish the game, so, I might as well.”

At first Mark seemed a bit skeptical, but the rush to start the match made him swiftly show him towards the purse, deciding to trust his friend as he waved him off. “Alright, go quickly. I should be done in half an hour, don’t make me wait too long!” Jack rolled his eyes as he took the purse and immediately ran out of the house and towards the bar where he saw Mark’s mom walk towards. Unfortunately, he just made it in time to watch her walk past the bouncer, himself being too far away for her to hear him yelling after her.

The bar itself clearly wasn’t an ordinary bar, a large sign at the entrance showing that it was women only, making any attempt Jack might make to enter the bar by regular means fruitless. He started to think for a few moments, pacing on the street, before he noticed a back entrance into the building that was staff only. It was a long shot, but he hoped he could just sneak past without anyone realizing it. Either way having to run through the building to leave the purse and then running past them was going to be a lot better than just bumping into the bouncer and getting shooed away immediately.

Sneaking to the side seemed easy enough, it was helpful that the staff door was unlocked, allowing him to easily slip through into the back room. However, it wasn’t quite what he expected, the room itself seeming to be some kind of storage. However, as he made his way inside, he’d notice something much more disturbing than beverages and glasses. Contained in dozens of jars were several tiny people, shrunken down and kept there. He then realized just what this bar was, having heard about the women’s only bar that served tiny men that volunteered to be eaten. Despite this, however, the tinies in the jar seemed less upset at his intrusion and far more panicked, many of them seeming terrified or smacking against the glass wall of their containers, trying to desperately get his attention.

Jack would let out a gasp, something wrong clearly happening in this establishment and leaving him frozen with a sense of unease. However, just that bit of hesitation was his greatest mistake as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, followed by him falling unconscious onto the ground. His eyes would open a bit later, finding himself in a familiar glass container as he got up to see that he too was shrunken down to a mere two inches and dropped inside one of the jars in the storage room. His heart started to rush, a panic entering his mind as he smacked his hands against the glass wall, trying to push against it, even climb, anything to escape but there was nothing he could do. He sat down, feeling pathetic and helpless as he realized he was butt naked, the clothes he wore as well as the purse seeming to have vanished while he was unconscious. He’d sigh, not sure what to do now as he simply waited for his fate.

It wouldn’t take long before a figure entered the room, scooping tinies out of the jars one by one, until eventually the hand was brought to him as the massive arm dove into the jar and scooped him up with ease. He struggled in the grip, but he was unable to escape as he watched himself get deposited in a small glass bowl, the slope just high enough to make it difficult to climb out, far too difficult for him to do while everything was moving and shaking him around, every step the waiter made knocking him back and forth within the bowl, making him roll around helplessly as he squealed out for help.

The waiter would leave the storage room, entering the dimly lit bar and carrying the tinies to a table, placing them all down in front of the patrons who just ordered the bar’s special tiny tasting service. Jack was utterly disoriented from the experience, the dizzying feeling from being tossed around making it hard for him to regain his composure. He’d soon be pulled out of it as he heard a loud, imposing, yet incredibly familiar voice from above: “They’re here! I can’t wait to try them out!”

His eyes would shoot wide open, looking up to see a gigantic face staring down at him. Mark’s mom was staring right at him, her big smiling face showing that she was more than a little happy to see the tiny man in the bowl. The sheer scale of her was hard to comprehend at first, the massive woman looming over him as her face filled the sky. Part of her expression was obscured to him by her endowed breasts blocking his perspective, the mighty mounds seeming ready to crush him if she was to lean any closer than she already was, her current pose looking almost like an excited child getting a happy meal.

For a moment he thought she might recognize him, but after calling out to her and seeing her not even really respond, he started to realize that he was far too small to be recognized or for his little squeaks to be understood by her. He didn’t give up despite that, constantly calling up at her, trying to get her to realize it was him and not just some random pervert that shrunk himself to get eaten. But despite that her expression didn’t change, her smile seeming to only widen the harder he tried to get her to realize what was happening.

“Aww, mine looks so excited for this! Look, he’s jumping up and down at me!” The gigantic milf would let out a coo, clearly amused as she and her friends all observed the pathetic men struggling to get noticed, each of them seeming just as terrified as Jack was at this moment. He wouldn’t have long to contemplate the situation before the woman’s massive hand descended into the bowl, grabbing him by his feet and swiftly raising him into the air. She held him upside down, looming him over the bowl while looking at her tray, clearly contemplating what to do first.

From this uncomfortable position Jack had a good vantage point of the spread that was placed on the table in front of the woman. The tray of course had his glass bowl, but also several small containers of what appeared to be various sauces. Next to both was a shot glass with some kind of strong spirit. Through this observation he noticed one worrying thing, despite so many dipping sauces, there wasn’t any sort of fries or chips or anything that could be dipped, other than himself. His heart sank in realization as the giantess’ hand began to move him towards one of the sauces.

The smell of some kind of sour cream began to creep up into his nostrils as he looked down at the thick, white liquid. He tried to protest and panic, but before he could do much he was being thrust down into the stuff, his face smacked into the depths as she sank his body into the tasty treat. Most of his body up to his hips would be submerged in the sour cream, the sauce sticking to his body as he held his breath for the brief few moments he was being encased by the sauce. She’d pull him out soon after, bringing him to her face as the grip her fingers had on his legs tightened.

Jack, with much of his body coated in the white goop, would find it hard to breathe, let alone open his eyes to see what was happening. But he didn’t need to, the sound of her mouth opening wide, the saliva dripping within her mouth, her warm breathe washing over him and making a chill run down his spine, all of that was more than enough to make him realize exactly what was about to happen. There was no opportunity to struggle, no way to protest, her lips wrapped around his body up to his knees and swiftly engulfed him in her warm, moist maw.

Her tongue would suddenly smack against his body, licking against his front and dragging itself over him, the warm muscle pressing him into the roof of her mouth as he let out a grunt in response. His arms immediately tried to fight back and push her tongue away, but he was utterly helpless as her taste buds dragged themselves across every inch of his body. A loud, eardrum bursting “Mmmmm~” would echo all around Jack as she seemed to enjoy the taste of the sour cream sauce off his body, her tongue now starting to take extra care to lick all around him too, sucking on his body and completely drenching him in her saliva.

The inside of the mouth was incredibly warm for him, so hot that it was nearly impossible to breathe even if it wasn’t for the copious amounts of sticky saliva that covered his body. Despite being utterly cleaned off from the sauce by now, he didn’t feel clean at all, the nasty saliva weighing him down and making it even harder to move in the oppressive environment. He had to keep his eyes and mouth closed shut just so he can bear being covered in so much of the stuff, but that didn’t save him from her playful tongue pressing his body against the roof of her mouth, making the air get pushed out of his lungs as it toyed with his tiny body.

Moments later her tongue would move him to the side, smacking him right into her cheek and pressing him into it. It licked around without mercy, going over his chest, down to his crotch then back up again. His face got utterly slobbered on as the massive muscle pressed into it, rustling through his hair and making him squirm in discomfort. The entire ordeal kept going for a few more seconds, the milf making sure to taste every inch of him before finally pulling him out. A long strand of saliva would stick from her mouth to his head for a few moments, before snapping and slapping right against his face.

His body would limply smack down against her hand as she held him by his legs, exhausted and completely covered in her slobber. There was practically no hint of the sour cream left on his body with how brutally she slurped it off of him. The stuff was constantly going down his body, sliding down his chest and onto his face as it dripped down his hair and onto the table far below. He hoped maybe it’d be over, but the satisfied murr from the woman holding him made him feel otherwise. “Mmmm, that was delicious! I like how much you struggle, keep doing that, okay?” It seemed like she didn’t even realize the struggles were real, assuming they were part of some unwilling fantasy of the tiny she just bought to consume.

Even if he could be heard he wouldn’t have the time to give a response before she started to lower his body down again. He only had time to close his eyes as his body got dipped into the barbecue sauce, the gigantic customer clearly getting a bit more confident with this meal as she began to dip him even further, almost up to his knees. His poor body got pressed into the bottom of the container, bent in an odd way as more of him started to get covered in the sticky, sweet substance. She made sure to push down a few times to dip him fully, something which resulted in his head being slammed against the ground over and over again, before finally pulling him out with one swift movement.

His body was once again drenched in sauce, her fingers gently holding him in front of her face. This time she didn’t deposit him immediately, instead letting her tongue slide out and move towards him, gently poking at his torso and making his body sway back and forth as she tested the waters. She gave another poke, then another, much to his own discomfort as he violently squirmed around at being swayed and poked constantly, though the only thing he managed to accomplish with that was making the barbecue sauce get splattered all across the tray beneath him.

This sight was rather amusing to her and clearly gave her enough courage to finally move her tongue closer and give the front of Jack’s body a long lick. She’d drag her tongue over him, from his face towards his legs, slowly moving it across as she cleaned up the sauce and left a trail of saliva in her wake. The poor man’s squirms would to little to stop her as she drenched his face, then went down his chest. He would squirm more as she went over his crotch, the woman not seeming phased even a little by it as she continued down his legs, cleaning them up with ease. By the time her single, agonizingly slow lick was done with she had left a clean trail of saliva behind.

She wouldn’t wait to observe it as she started to lick around more, slurping on his body with her tongue as she licked at his shoulders and dragged her tongue around. Each lick was accompanied by a satisfied moan, clearly enjoying the taste as well as the exotic sensation of getting to lick the entirety of a tiny man’s body, using her tongue to play with him like he’s nothing but a mere toy. Her licks were rapid, slobbering all over him as she tried to get every inch of his body licked thoroughly, dragging her tongue over his arms, his attempts to push her away only aiding in her enjoyment of the meal.

After a few more licks she’d pause for just a moment, lifting up a drink she had on the side of the tray, likely having ordered it before, and taking a nice long sip, watering down the sauce that was in her throat. Jack would hear the loud gulp from the drink, watching as the small bulge of liquid went down her throat like it was nothing. She’d finally let out a light sigh, her breath washing over him as the strong smell of alcohol filled his nostrils, the overpowering smell being so strong at his size that it began to irritate them, causing a burning sensation.

Not breathing it in wouldn’t help him at all as she soon moved in to start licking again, once more slobbering all over the tiny man, covering him in her saliva as the nasty smell of alcohol began to coat his body, covering him completely by the time she was done licking up the last of it. She seemed impatient to try more by now, moving Jack to the next sauce, this one a strong, dark red color. She’d mercilessly dunk him inside, Jack bracing for impact as he closed his eyes. However, this sauce was way worse than the others, the taste, the smell, the general sensation of it immediately hitting him. Everything felt like it was burning as the hot sauce forced its way onto his body, making him rapidly squirm and struggle, much to the amusement of the woman who was giggling at his torment.

She started to drag his body around in the container, brushing him across the bottom, making sure to scoop up a solid amount of the hot sauce, before finally lifting him out of the container and up to her face. She would let him stay there for a bit, the man struggling in anguish from the sauce as she contemplated how to best approach this. Eventually she decided to just try doing it all at once as she opened her mouth as wide as she could and flicked her hand forward, throwing the tiny man right into her mouth and closing it behind him.

Jack would feel himself land on the moist surface of the tongue, saliva already starting to cover his body, slightly easing his pain as it washed away the spicy stuff. She however didn’t seem to enjoy it as much, the spiciness hitting her as she started to let out a pained moan, squirming around with her tongue and knocking the tiny man towards her cheek in the process. She was clearly resisting the urge to spit him out as she moved her hand towards the beverage. Within moments the poor man, still half covered in the spice, would watch as the mouth opened to reveal a flood of liquid washing towards him. The tongue would press him to the cheek, but that wouldn’t save him from being utterly waterboarded by copious amounts of alcohol smashing into his face. He held his breath, desperate to not drown in her mouth as he struggled around, pushing and kicking to free himself. Despite all the liquid that filled his surroundings he could still hear the loud gulping behind him, filling him with even more terror as he tried his best to survive the ordeal.

As she finally gulped down the liquid, Jack would feel a sense of relief. He was finally able to breathe, the hot sauce having been washed away from his body as he just laid limply against her tongue. This tranquil state didn’t last for too long before her tongue pushed him out, spitting him onto her open palm. The woman was visibly panting, her breath washing over him with a stench of alcohol, forcing him to cover his nose in discomfort. The spicy food clearly wasn’t sitting too well with her, herself taking a few moments to relax and regain her composure. In this time Jack would try to call out to her, waving with her hands, moving them towards himself, trying anything he could to signal to her that it was him.

Nothing worked, her blank expression only turning into a soft smile as her hand started to move him around yet again. Once more Jack would prepare for what came next, but to his surprise he wasn’t being dunked, the palm instead turning into a light slope as he began to slide down. He opened his eyes to see he was being deposited into the shot glass. The small container was akin to a little bathtub for him as he began to easily slide down, the saliva that covered him aiding in making it too slippery for him to stop himself before sliding right into the drink with a loud splash.

He would resurface moments after, gasping for air as the strong spirit lightly burned at his body. He immediately tried getting out, but before he could her hand would grab the glass and start lifting him up to her face. A light smile crept up as she stared at him, her mouth slightly opening as she spoke: “Bottoms up!” Her voice was loud, her yell making his head lower in response before he soon felt gravity shift as she swiftly tossed the liquid into her mouth. He flew inside without even a moment to resist, her tongue not taking any time to taste him with the strong liquid as she gulped him down in an instant. The powerful throat muscles would squeeze his body, pressing on all sides as he went down with the drink, easily sinking and falling into the depths of her stomach below as she let out a satisfied sigh in response to feeling him go down.

The inside was dark, wet and hard to breathe in. There was a constant burning sensation on his body as her stomach acids worked to digest the alcohol, snacks and of course him. He panicked, struggling around as he pounced on her stomach, a tiny sensation she couldn’t even feel. “That was fun, girls, thanks for suggesting this place, it’s the best!” She exclaimed, a clear sense of ease filling her words as she finally got some time to relax. At first they continued to sit there for a while, she herself would occasionally take another drink, one which would swiftly splash on top of the poor tiny Jack, submerging him for a moment as he struggled for survival, knowing it was now just a slow clock until his demise came. Eventually she was utterly drunk and started to dance with her friends, the group likely leaving the establishment to go to a club, though he couldn’t quite tell. The man would be broken down in her stomach before she even got home, herself and her son unaware what had happened to him or where he vanished with her purse. Neither of them would ever know that she had turned him into mere fat on her body that night.