When you awoke, you were not in your bed. In fact, you weren’t even in your room. You weren’t sure where you were, but it appeared to have high, clear, walls. A bright blue ceiling sat overhead, with holes punched into it. Air holes? You thought. As you looked through the walls to the outside, taking in the sights of the furniture, you realized what happened. You had been shrunken down. Recognizing the furniture itself, however, you realized where you were. In D.Va’s living room. In fact, there she was, in her chair, conducting a stream.

“It’s D.Va!” you cheered. Excitedly, you looked back at all the other people who you saw sitting inside the container with you. However, no one seemed to care. “Come on, it’s D.Va,” you said again, wondering if they just hadn’t heard you. Maybe they were still waking up; foggy, like you were.

“Who the fuck is D.Va?” one of the container-mates barked back at you. As you looked around, your smile started to fade. It looked like you might be the only one who knew who she was. But then why are they here? You wondered. Then D.Va said something in her heavenly voice, something about cheap shots and OP weapons, and you looked back at her with renewed excitement.

Damn, sounds like it’s the end of her stream, you thought. She was doing her usual sign off shortly after you began watching her. You were hoping you’d get to watch more. Always next time, you reassured yourself, regaining your smile. Then, as soon as the stream was turned off, D.Va slumped back into her chair with a heavy, exhausted, annoyed, groan.

When she stood up, D.Va began scratching her ass in a vulgar and uncaring manner. To cap off the shattered vision you had of her, she let out a bellowing belch. Not a cute little burp, one she could bashfully apologize for. But a belch, and certainly not one she even bothered apologizing for. “God, I gotta get sponsors of healthier foods,” she said, rubbing her stomach, grimacing. She leaned back, pressing her hand against the small of her back, forcing her spine to crack. “A better chair would be nice too.”

Done complaining about her amenities, D.Va reached into her bra and pulled out what had been the third and final volunteer of the night. Without even a second though, she placed him halfway into her mouth and slurped the rest in, swallowing soon after. She hadn’t even bothered to look him in the eye when she did. A casual act of vore and betrayal. But…but that’s a volunteer, you thought, your confusion growing, and slowly evolving into fear. Maybe it had been a victim she put into her bra my mistake. You weren’t sure. Still, you had more hope than despair. More hope than sense. Especially as you saw your goddess in tight clothing approach your container.

Naturally, you couldn’t help but watch her tits bounce in her tight little Thot Tee. As she got closer, it got harder to focus on her chest, as her footsteps grew louder. She was like an approaching thunderstorm. The stream did not prepare you for the sense of vertigo you got when she stood over you. The lid came off with a pop and her eyes, beautiful but dismissive, gazed down upon you.

“Alright, show of hands, which of you are volunteers?” she asked. No one moved, not even you. You weren’t afraid, you didn’t think. It was just when you were faced with her, the size of her, the power of her, you froze up. “Come on, it’s late,” she groaned. “Which of you volunteered to be shrunk down and sent to me?” Having repeated herself, you and two others raised your hands. The other occupants looked at you three like you were insane.

“Right, okay, stay still,” D.Va instructed. One by one she picked up the volunteers, you included, and dropped you into a separate, empty box. “Alright, you lot,” she said down to the remaining occupants in the first container, “just stay put and I’ll get to you tomorrow. Maybe.” Then her eyes were cast back at the box you’d be segregated into. “The rest of you, don’t get too comfortable. I’m selling you off first thing in the morning.” With no other information given, despite the gravity of what was said, she turned to leave.

“Wait! D.Va! I don’t understand!” you cried out for her. Her shoulders seemed to droop in annoyance before she turned back around.

“What’s not to understand? Tomorrow you’ll be sold off. I thought I was pretty clear.”

“But…we’re your volunteers,” you said, gesturing to everyone in the box with you.

“Oh, I know,” she nodded. “That’s why you’re being sold off.”

Your face contorted in confusion. “But…we came here…for you.” Nothing was making sense, and more and more you got an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Although she looked annoyed having to explain herself before, now she looked just irritated enough to really let you have it.

“You think I want you pests here? Hell no!” She had begun to turn around and leave when she stopped, feeling eager to get something off her chest.

“You know, I used to enjoy playing video games?” She started to rant, not even talking about your current situation, but you were a convenient sounding board. “Now, it’s my job! This isn’t fun anymore, it’s work! I can’t even play the games I like because they’re not ‘current’ or ‘relevant’ or ‘popular with viewers aged 12 to 18,’” she went on to explain, pulling quotes from other annoying people in her life. “I also didn’t used to eat so much junk food. But, because some assholes on Twitter drew some fanart of me as some kind of ‘gaming gremlin,’ whatever that is, that became my brand. Now I have to work out three times as much as I used to. All to keep this figure you’re all so gaga over.” D.Va ran her hands over her body, drawing your eyes up along those curves you wouldn’t deny you were gaga over. Hell, you still were. “You’d think that if you all really watched to see me play well, it wouldn’t matter if I was a whale. But, come on – let’s be honest.

“But you know what the worst part about it is? You.” She removed any doubt you could have had by pointing directly at you. “The viewers.” At least you weren’t alone. “You Freak. Me. Out. You worship me, and for what? For…for saving the day, time and time again, in my MEKA? Nope! For playing god damn video games and being hot! Although, I’ll admit, I do both of those quite well,” she broke her rant, smirking. “Now, I don’t mind if you want to watch me play games. I don’t even mind if you jerk off to me. Hell, I think it’s flattering at worst and hot at best. But you all? You take it to another level! You think I don’t see what chat says about me, because it goes by so fast, but I do. I wish I didn’t, but I do.” Every new thing she said diminished you a little more. You just wished it physically diminished you so you could disappear forever. “So, why, on Earth, would I want any of my fans to ‘live with me?’”

“But…the volunteers…on your stream…” Before you could even stumble your way through the rest of the question, she answered you. By letting out a sudden laugh that nearly knocked you over.

“You want to know what happens to the ‘volunteers?’” You had no answer, but she was going to show you anyway. Reaching back, D.Va began to fish her hand down inside her shorts. Seconds later, she brought her fingers back out and pressed them against the clear wall of your prison. They were soaked in blood. “This! You really think someone as shrimpy as you all can survive being sat on? Being stepped on? Seriously, the gullibility is insane!” D.Va removed her fingers from the wall, but the smear of blood remained.

As she sucked the blood left on her fingers, you defiantly asked more of her. “But…we’re the volunteers. If you’re sending us away, who are the people on stream?” Nothing was making sense, and you had to find a way to cut through the confusion. Or maybe you were just hoping to get an answer that didn’t terrify you.

Her fingers came back out with a pop. A line of spit connected her digits to her lips, broken when she spoke. “The volunteers you see on stream? These guys,” she cleared up, pointing to the box you were originally in. “I get these from a supplier. Honestly, the only part of this job I enjoy, besides the money, is stepping on, sitting on, and eating you tinies. Oh, and shoving you between my tits,” she added crudely and cruelly, shaking said tits. “But if I had to do it, knowing the tinies might be enjoying it? Well, then I wouldn’t enjoy it. Not as much, anyway.”

“And the victims?”

“Oh, they’re actually the banned viewers. That part’s true,” she answered, but of course had more to say. “But it’s also these guys,” she added, shaking the other box. “I mean, I still use two boxes, to keep up the whole victim/volunteer thing the chat loves so much. But which box they go into is random. They’re gonna die anyway, right?”

It was all starting to become too much to handle. You couldn’t tell if you were breathing too fast or breathing too little. The room was spinning, or maybe you were? You couldn’t tell. You couldn’t look up at her anymore and you just had to look down at your own naked body. Your attempts to calm down were broken when she got your attention again. All it took was her voice, cooing softly, almost compassionately. But that was a lie, of course.

“Aww, is it too hard to handle?” D.Va then picked you up and held you in her palm, lifting you up to sit in front of her pouty, pretty, face. Even after all you heard, there was still no denying her beauty. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not selling you off to just anybody. It would be pretty cruel of me to sell you off and risk you ending up with some loser, like you.” So far, her attempt to make you feel better wasn’t successful. “I’m actually selling you off to my friends. My female friends. My hot female friends.” Your outlook was more hopeful, but not by much. “You’ll like them. Well, you’ll like the way they look, just not the things they do to you.”

“What are they going to do to me?”

“Depends on the person. Experiments, target practice, sex toys, or just plain food.” D.Va looked at the abject terror on your face, the betrayal clearly leaking from your broken heart. With a click of her tongue, she made an offer. “Okay, look, I’ll admit you’re cuter than most of the other volunteers I get. So, if you want, I could let you stay here with me.” As your face lit up, she included an addendum.

“You should know, however, it won’t be like how you pictured it. My tinies? Don’t last long. You wouldn’t last long with any of my friends either, so that point’s moot. However, what happens to you is up to me. See, maybe you’ll wind up on stream. I’ll put you in my sock, I’ll sit on you, you may even get lucky and get to go for a dip between my tits. Or maybe I’ll eat you!” D.Va couldn’t help but make the last part sound extra aggressive, biting her teeth at you and causing you to scoot back.

“Most likely, however? You’ll end up in my bedroom. I love using you tinies to tease my nipples, massage my feet, or play with my clit.” None of that sounded too bad. Not bad at all. “Some of you I’ll shove up inside of me, and you are almost guaranteed to not come out alive.” The fear was coming back up. “Still, death in service of pleasuring the woman you worship? Not too bad, right?” Just as you were considering her proposal, she gave more info.

“However, there’s a chance you’ll be used for something more. See, my boyfriend – yes, I have a boyfriend, I just don’t talk about him on stream because it would break all your hearts – and I travel a lot, so we can’t always meet up. When we do? We fuck like crazy!” You never thought you’d hear D.Va say ‘fuck.’ “And to make things extra special, I use you.” You didn’t like where this was going.

“Once I get him in the bedroom, I’ll have a container of you tinies sitting nearby. Watching. I want you to watch me suck his long, thick, cock. I want it to act as a reminder to you all of just how small you’ve become.” You felt you needed no help in that regard, after everything she’d said. “Then, once it’s at full mast, I’ll put one of you on it. Right near the head. For example, let’s say you.” Now the image she was creating was far more personal.

“I’ll say one thing and one thing only to you: run. I’m going to start sliding him into my mouth, and if you get caught up in it? Too bad. You’re going in my mouth with the rest of him. Like I said, he’s long and thick, so you’ll have plenty of runway. But, just for fun, let’s say I catch you. I usually do,” she added with ominous pride. “Like I said, you’re going in my mouth, but I won’t swallow. Not yet. Why waste the time when I’m gonna swallow later, right?” You couldn’t help but swallow, yourself, when she winked at you.

“When I do swallow, you won’t be alone. You’ll be washed down with all that thick, creamy, cum. Let it keep you nice and warm as you wait to digest in my tummy. And while you wait? Well, you’ll get to hear a play by play of my boyfriend fucking me stupid.” She seemed to love putting emphasis on all variants of the word ‘fuck.’ “We tend to go all night, so I’m not sure if you’ll hear it all. But hopefully it’ll be a nice send off as I digest you.”

You stared at her face. Her beautiful, angelic, face. Her smug, cruel, face. As you stared, you felt a stirring in you. Despite the danger it posed, you got snippy. “And what if I get away?”

“What was that?” she asked with some small amount of annoyance.

“You said I’ll be told to run, and what happens if you catch me. But what if I get away?” You were hoping just posing the possibility of the scenario would anger her. Maybe give you one point against her dozens.

“Well, if you get away, you’ll hit his stomach eventually.” Seeing you shudder, she corrected. “Not like that. I just mean, substantial as he is, you’ll run out of dick to crawl along. And, try as I might, I can’t get all of him down my throat. So, if you manage to get further along his dick than I could fit?” You hoped to hear of some stay-of-execution reward next. “If that happens, I’ll just shove you up my cunt.” Vulgarity aside, at least it was preferable to the alternative. “And then he’ll fuck me.” Well it was. “He’ll fuck me and push you deeper and deeper inside. He’ll fuck me until you’re nothing but a smear on the wall of my cervix. That answer your question?” You gave another gulp.

“So, what do you say? Do you want to stay here and roll the dice on whether you’ll die crushed against my breast as I arch my back in masturbatory pleasure, or die submerged in baby batter? Or, do you want to be shipped off to one of my sexy lady friends, hoping whatever they offer will be better? Hell, you might even get Tracer. I know, because she’s invited me to join in a few times, she likes to use you tinies as sex toys between her and her girlfriend. You might like that.”

You didn’t have an answer. There was too much to take in. You were still coming to terms with the idea that the fantasy of D.Va wasn’t even close to the reality. She waited a few beats, allowing you to think things over, but eventually she made the call.

“Actually, doesn’t matter. Whatever you choose, I get the final say, and I may feel differently in the morning. So even if you want to stay, I may end up shipping you off anyway. And even if you want to go, well, I might keep you.” D.Va leaned in a little closer to whisper the next part. “Because honestly? Talking about all that just now, and seeing your face? Gotta say: I’m fucking dripping. You might be worth keeping around just so I can keep that high going.” Then she pulled back and resumed her normal volume. “But like I said, I’ll see how I feel in the morning.”

The decision taken from you, and your future even less certain than before, D.Va slid you back into the box. From inside the volunteers box, you watched her busy herself by the drawer on the dresser the two boxes sat. From it she pulled out a clear dildo. D.Va unscrewed the head and then dropped in two of the occupants of the other box. Once the head was placed back on, she looked back over to you.

“Don’t worry, it has air holes,” she reassured you. While your initial feeling was relief that those inside wouldn’t suffocate, you also had a thought. One that predicted she wanted them alive so they would suffer longer inside her. Maybe even so her juices could seep inside through those same life-giving air holes and threaten to drown them.

For the rest of the night, at least until you passed out from exhaustion and sobbing, you listened to the sounds of D.Va’s sick pleasure. How you wished you could have heard such exquisite moans under another context. How you wished you could have been giving her those moans. You wondered what it meant that you weren’t just thinking about how those tinies she took were suffering. You were also imagining a naked D.Va writhing on her bed in passion, covered in sweat, getting her sheets all sticky and warm. Despite all she said, despite all she claimed she could do, you couldn’t deny the attraction. The power.

The next morning, D.Va sauntered into the room, stretching herself out in the light of day. You had to admit, even knowing what you knew, seeing D.Va fully naked, being able to fulfill that dream, did feel good. Then she approached your container and smiled. It seemed she had made her decision. And you knew that it didn’t matter if you stayed with her, as you intended, and as you now feared. It didn’t matter if she pawned you off on one of her supposedly sexy friends to be used in some unknowable way. It didn’t matter what she had chosen.

Because you knew that either way, it wouldn’t be good.