George sat in his plastic chamber of pure horror.  All around him he could hear the muffled sounds of banging or pleading from all others like him.  Above, below, to his left, and to his right.  The empty room that reminded him of jail cell, which technically is what he was in.  George couldn’t see anything in his little box except the grayish white plastic walls around him, the only window he had was a clear plastic wall in front of him allowing him to see outside.  It seemed he was a good two or three feet off the ground in the backroom of some kind of store.  There were brown cardboard boxes all along the wall across from him.  George had already attempted to try his walls for any weaknesses but found they were firm and unmoving.  

George sat there shaking his head.  Henry was his friend… so why did he sell him off for just a measly $5? 

Recalling the events leading up to his imprisonment, George caught shrinkism about a month or so ago.  Dropping out of school, George still stayed in contact with Henry, his best buddy in eight grade.  They would hang out and play some games, or what they could.  He would let him know how the other kids at school were doing and what they were learning.  However, never once had Henry said or did anything to give away his true intentions with him.  Today he just asked if George wanted to go to the mall today.  Thinking it was just a simple trip with his friend, he said sure.  It wasn’t till he saw the store he walked toward, It’s a Small World.  An older woman maybe in her 30’s or so, stood outside the door with a brown bag in one hand.

“Here you go,” Henry said without much emotion.

“Yup, nice kid.” She said pulling out a 5 dollar bill and handing it to him.

George was too stunned to react as the woman plucked him off of Henry’s hand and started to drop him in the bag.

“H-Henry?!”  George cried out as he fell through the dark before he landed on someone.  There were a few other shrinkies in the bag with him, all equally afraid and startled.  They were calling out for other names, asking to be set free, or that there was some kind of mistake.  George didn’t even get a goodbye or anything as Henry walked away.  The bag soon sealing back up leaving George and the other small people in darkness.  

George shook his head in disbelief as his best friend had just sold him off.  Why?  It just didn’t make sense to him!  Now he was trapped in this plastic prison, waiting for whatever it was that would happen.    The countless sounds of other muffled sounds told George that he wasn’t the only one that was trapped like this.  He just wish he knew what was going to happen to him…

It had to be hours before he heard some soft thumping approaching.  The woman from before came into his vision through his plastic see through wall.  She wasn’t looking at him or even acknowledge the others as a few made more noise now that there was someone else in the room.  George watched as the woman walked to the wall with the cardboard boxes stacked up.  She simple picked one up and started to head away carrying the box.  That was all, not even a glance or a hello, it was like they were invisible to her, or she just didn’t care.

George couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why she did this to them?  What the heck was going on?

The woman hadn’t come back, and George was starting to get tired.  He felt mentally exhausted from being kidnapped and sold.  

George didn’t know when he fell asleep, but the sound of voices growing louder woke him up from sleep.

The voice of George’s captor started to get louder.  She was talking to someone, it sounded like another female around the same age?  George wasn’t sure, he just thought it might be better if he sat in the back of his plastic box as the voices got closer and louder.

Finally he saw his captive, the adult woman chatting it up with a new woman that looked a little younger.  The new woman laughed, “Abby, you didn’t, did you?”

George caught the store owner’s name.  

“You bet your ass I did, my boyfriend kept the kid in there for like a solid week,” Abby laughed, the sound was filled with a devilish delight to it, “The boy wont be able to wash Spike’s smell off him.  It’s like his permanent smell…” Abby giggled, “Thank god his mom didn’t notice.”

The new girl smirked and shook her head, “That’s so messed up…” Finally her head turned toward George, and his assumption, the others trapped.  “I get to pick from all of them?”

“Yup,” Abby nodded.  

“Uh… any um… fresh ones?”  The woman asked sounding a little unsure of how to ask the question.

“Fresh… oh newbies?  Yeah,”  Abby said pointing to a few boxes, and finally at George who felt his body shiver when the new woman looked at him.  There was a sparkle or twinkle George saw in her deep eyes when she locked onto him…

“So many to pick from,” The woman spoke with awe.  “How did you get so many?”

Abby chuckled, “Sorry, again company policies can’t reveal that… but between you and me.  If you come across any and want to make a quick $5, you know where we are,” Abby said winking at the other woman.

George watched the woman move in closer as she peered at what he could only assume were the other shrinkies as she looked closer.  As she made her way toward George she paused at his chamber.  George pressed back into the plastic wall behind him trying to stay still and invisible, however it wasn’t helping.  She had her eyes on him.

“Well, go ahead and pick your 10,” Abby said as she stood next to the woman gazing at George.  Abby had a very similar looking brown bag that she had stuff him in earlier this morning.  “Any particular ones you want, any preferences?”

The woman seemed to ponder on the question.  “Preferences?”

Abby nodded, “Yeah any that you or your date tonight prefer to have for this evening?” 

“Well… I haven’t know Wallace that long,” she said.  She simple shrugged, “I never thought it mattered.”

“Oh trust me sweetie it does.  Spike, my boyfriend, he wont say it but I know he gets way more excited about the male ones, especially the macho looking ones.  He likes the idea of comparing himself off to them, it’s like an alpha male kind of thing or something.  A few customers prefer them a certain age… As for me, I like the ones that will listen.  An obedient toy, makes it more fun I would say.  What about you?”

George was sickened by the talk but the next words that came from the woman looking at him chilled him even more, “I like the fresh ones, you called them what, newbies?  They just seem to struggle more than the others, you know?”

Abby laughed, “I figured.  Well, I’m assuming you want that one first?”  Abby pointed right at George.

The woman nodded.  George now started to panic as he watched Abby move closer, her hand reaching toward the plastic box that George was in.  She grabbed something, like a handle and pulled.  George felt his box sliding as he was pulled out, the ceiling moving and opening up to the outside.  Looking up he saw that he was being pulled away from the wall he was stuck in, where there were numerous boxes some with 1 or more shrinkies in them, others empty.  It wasn’t till Abby’s hand was starting to enter from the opening that George started to panic.  

“No!  Not me, please I-I’m not suppose to be- no!”  George cried as he tried to back away from the fingers pinching at him.  He was simple picked up and carried out of his prison and dropped into another one.  The large brown paper walls climbing up into the sky preventing any attempt at escaping.

“Okay, nine more,” Abby spoke.

George would have attempted to rip the bag open if he hadn’t seen someone try it earlier this morning.  He knew it wouldn’t rip, no matter how much one fought against it.  One by one he watched random people fall down from the sky landing in the bag.  Soon there were 9 of them.

“Last one,” Abby told her.

“Hmmm, maybe I should get one for Ryan?  Feel kind of bad leaving him out there for so long.”

“You could,” Abby said, “Or you can enjoy one right now.”

George paled at the news of consuming someone.  “Oh, I would, but had a big lunch.  I doubt they would last a few moments in this girls stuffed gut,” The woman laughed.  The sound of a couple of light pats on her stomach resonated nearby from inside the bag.

“Well, there’s more than one way to enjoy a shrinky,” Abby chided the woman with a laugh.  It was silent for a few heartbeats before Abby added, “Wait… you mean… you never tried it before?”

“Well, I mean-”

“Oh my god, girl you have no idea what you’re missing.  You have to try it, just once, I swear… it’s like- you just got to try it, I promise it’s something you wont regret.”

George frowned, what were they talking about.  He didn’t understand what Abby was saying but a few of the others in the bag started to panic and try to find a way out.  Whatever they were talking about it seemed George was in the dark on it.  Afraid that they were going to pick from the bag that the woman was holding, George tried to hide in the shadows cast into the bag.

However it didn't’ seem like they weren’t selecting from the bag.  George listened as the woman outside selected another shrinky.  This time it didn’t end up in the bag.  The hesitant tone in George’s new owners voice could be heard.  “So… like just-”

“Nice and quick, just a push up there, maybe a squeeze to peel him off your finger… and that’s it.”  Abby explained.  “Oh, um, I’ll look… over here while you do it.”

George heard the sound of someone crying out as they pass by the paper wall he was standing near.  He couldn’t see anything but he heard a few weird sounds.  Some clothing moving.  A slick sound of something sliding into something, than a soft wet slurp.

“oh… OH!” The woman nearly shouted.

“See!  I told you,” Abby laughed.

“uh, oh… geez he’s really moving.  I-I don’t know about- mmm this,” the woman said making weird sounds.  George could feel the bag moving and swaying as the woman held onto the bag in her hand, and shifting around.

“Just give him a nice squeeze or two… that usually teaches them to be still,” Abby explained.

After a few moments, “Oh, wow your right.  Still… feels kind, I don’t know,” The woman laughed.  “This is kind of nice.”

Abby laughed, “I like you Allison, I think we’re going to be like best friends in no time.  Alright, I think Ryan’s been out there long enough.  Let’s get you on your way to your date tonight.”

George felt the bag shifting as Allison started to move.  The swinging of her arm pushed him back and forth into the others that were in the bag with him.  He couldn’t tell who he bumped into or who hit him as they were jostled around with each step.  Luckily it wasn’t like they were being bashed into each other, just a shoulder or hand colliding and bouncing off each other.  George didn’t catch the rest of the conversation that Abby and Allison was having as he was too busy trying not to land on someone again.

There was some talking with a new person, that George didn’t know and then there was more movement as they went on walking some more.  Again in the shifting landscape, George and the others tried their best not to bump into each other.  George finally caught some words from Allison.

“Did you want one before you leave,” She asked someone.

George felt his heart beat faster at the mention of offering someone inside the bag to this stranger.  George closed his eyes and whispered that it wasn’t him as he sat there.  The bag opened up and George couldn’t help but look up as he saw a male about the same age as Allison.  He looked inside and peered around.  George’s fear slowly fading as he watched the new Giant look inside, with almost sick expression.  He shook his head before leaning away.  The bag was sealed back up.  Everyone in the paper bag let out a collective sigh as they escaped a nasty fate, or at least for now.

The sounds of Allison making a weird sound mad a few of the shrinkies in the bag gasp and shudder.  George didn’t know why, all he knew was the bag shook a little as Allison shivered?  George wasn’t sure what was going on but it didn’t last too long before she was carrying them off to their new destination.  

George and the other eight shrinkies fell into their new plastic container that they were put in.  Allison had promptly emptied the bag into a large plastic bowl or container on a counter that could hold them.  George had gotten to his feet and looked around the room, examining the new surroundings.  It was a basic home, living room connected to a small kitchen, a flight of stairs heading upward into what George could only assume was Allison’s bed room.  He wasn’t sure but it really didn’t seem to matter since he was stuck once again in a plastic prison with everyone.

Once home Allison headed upstairs after dropping them off in the new inescapable space.  As George looked around examining the home more, a few of the shrinkies were attempting to climb out by going up the plastic walls.  However they were at least 5 inches or so tall.  Way too high for anyone to climb out of the slick clear cell they were all trapped in.  George looked out from the counter and gazed onto the rooms.  The kitchen was very basic, however it was small with the simple necessities in it.  The living room had three chairs and a coffee table but nothing more.  Windows had curtains draping to the floor, just barely touching the ground.  A TV attached to the opposite wall of where the chairs were facing and a few pictures on a wall.

George viewed the rooms and finally turned back to the prison he was in.  There wasn’t much he could do but wait for his captor to come back down from upstairs.  It was over an hour or so before she came back.  George spotted the towel wrapped around her head and the new set of clothing on her.  It looked like she had just gotten out of the shower.  She walked away from the stairs and toward the kitchen.  Each step brought her closer, George watched as she didn’t even glance to the counter they were all stuck on.  Instead she headed to the fridge and cracked it open.  She peered inside and pulled out a carton of orange juice and pour a quick cup before downing it.

“Ahhh, that’s some good juice,” Allison muttered as she put the carton back into the fridge and than turns her attention to everyone in the container.  “You guys are going to be in for a fun night,” Allison said smiling as she went on.  “You haven’t meet Wallace yet, but,” The grin on her face grew, “I know he’s going to love tonight.  I have so many ideas and games that we can play with you all…”  The look on Allison’s face was creeping George out.  How she could say those things to all of them without looking ashamed.  It truly was frightening to George.  

Yet the most frightening thing to George, was that he never did see where the tenth person Allison bought went.  She never put him in the bag or in this container with everyone else.  George felt like he should ask someone about it but, it looked like everyone else was too busy worrying about their own situation than to answer his question.  George could only assume the worse had happened to the other one.  

The smile on Allison’s face continued to stay on it, as she walked away from the counter and headed into the living room.  She started to turn on the TV and took a seat as she started to dry her hair a little more with the towel around her head.  As she scrubbed and watched TV, George decided to watch TV too… since it was literately the only thing he could do.  However George wasn’t really watching TV, he was just zoning out as he imagined himself at home with his mom and dad.  Both of them taking care of him while he was still home.  As much as George wished he was back home instead of here, it didn’t help.  He was still trapped here with a Giantess, who was going to do something bad to them.

It didn’t take too long before Allison was done drying the rest of her hair and got up off the couch.  She walked back upstairs while leaving the TV running.  George looked at the rest of the people in the room and saw most of them were like him now, just trying to pretend they were somewhere else.  The sounds of Allison coming back downstairs filled the room more than the sound of the TV playing.  When she was back on the ground level, she headed back to her seat.  She had a black bag, one from the store that she set down on the coffee table.  George watched Allison pull out her phone and start texting.  She sat there for a while, grinning when she received a message and while sending her reply.

George wasn’t sure why he kept watching Allison.  Maybe cause she was the only thing that was actually happening, or maybe it was cause she controlled his fate, however he kept his eyes on her.  He watched as her facial expressions, as the smile on her face slowly started to die down.  Each message after a point seemed to only deepen a frown forming.  After a while George saw Allison’s expression become a grumpy pout.  

“What do you mean,” She nearly shouted.  “Oh my God…” Allison huffed as she quickly typed on her phone.  The sound of Allison calling someone filled the room with each high pitched beep for each number she punched in.  Allison held the phone up to her ear as she looked extremely pissed off.

“What’s going on Wallace,” Allison asked through the phone.  George watched as Allison listen and rolled her eyes, “So you’re not coming over tonight?”  Again a long pause and George could see the look on Allison’s face grew even more upset.  “I thought you said-… well that’s not what… Oh come on,” Allison shouted over the phone sounding very upset.  She stood up and started to walk around as she talked on the phone, “You always do this, you say something and than you do- Oh so now it’s my fault?!”  George wasn’t sure what Wallace was saying but it was clearly making Allison even more upset.  Finally after a while Allison finally said, “Yeah, well I guess it is.  Don’t bother calling me…”  She hung up the phone and quickly tossed it into the soft cushioned chair before muttering, “Unbelievable.”

Allison stood there with her back to the phone and to the kitchen, where George looked at the fuming Giantess.  Was this good or bad?  Allison seemed very upset, which was not a good sign… however without Wallace or whatever his name was, it seemed they were spared for the night.  George continued to watch Allison looking away from everyone at an empty wall.  Finally she said something, “Who needs him anyway.”

Allison turned around and looked directly at the plastic container holding everyone in it.  George had a bad feeling, as he watched Allison start to come over to them.  Her mood was shifting away from anger and into a more calm and happier mood.  “We don’t need him to have a good time now do we,” She asked leaning into the counter.  George couldn’t help turning his head upward looking at the Giantess peering down through the opening above.  George never in his life, wished to have a roof over his head more than right now, as Allison grinned down at everyone. 

Allison pushed off the counter as she headed back into the living room, “Well, now that I know it’s just going to be me, by myself… let’s see what goodies I can play with just us for the night.”  Allison headed to the coffee table and picked up the other bag from the store.  She quickly brought it back to the counter and dropped the bag on the counter near the plastic container.  The bag fell over on it’s side spilling out some of the contents over the counter-top.  George looked at the spilled items and saw what was purchased in the store.  One small item slide over the counter top and landed near George and the others.  It was a gray suit that looked to fit someone their size.  The fuzzy material looked like a one piece outfit but what was odd and kind of disturbing was the fact that there was a string or something sticking off the back.  It made the outfit look like the user had a tail of some kind.  

George looked from the small outfit toward the rest of the bag and when he saw the black head band with cat ears attached to them, it all kind of fit in place.  Allison pulled out the ears and smiled at everyone as she put them on, “Ready to play?”

There was a resounding gasp and panicking sounds throughout the container at Allison’s words.  It seemed the fun for tonight would not be stopped.  George watched as Allison pulled out what looked to be three more of the mice outfits and set them down on the counter before picking up the bag.  Digging around she found what she wanted and headed off to change.  George had nothing else he could do but wait.  After a few minutes he heard the sounds of Allison returning.  She looked like a child excited for Halloween, dressed in her costume.  George couldn’t help it, there was something about Allison wearing cat ears, and the little cat paws that just fit her personality.  She pranced back toward the counter and it was on her way toward him, that George spotted the swishing tail that hung behind her.  Swaying with each step she took.  Swishing back and forth with her hips as she approached the counter.

“Now… which four of you will have the pleasure of playing with me tonight?  Hmm?  Any volunteers?”

Obviously no one moved an inch or said a thing.

Allison gave a playful pout, “Aww, well that’s not going to fly.  I got to have at least 4 of you.  Let’s see…” Allison’s fingers dipped in and started to fish for anyone inside the container.  Chaos spread as everyone tried to stay away from the large fingers.  A teenage looking girl, maybe a senior in high school once, was plucked up.  She fought the best she could, which didn’t help at all, as Allison carried her over to one of the four mouse suits.  It took Allison less time than George would have thought possible, as she dressed the girl in the outfit.

“Now don’t go running around,” Allison warned with a stern tone, “Or you’ll regret it.”

It was all Allison had to say to have the horrified and frighten girl sit down on her butt as she slowly started to freak out at the position she was in.  After frightening the shrinky she dressed, Allison went in for another.  Dipping her fingers back into the walled off container, she started to fish out another shrinky for use.  Once again she dressed the squirming, male this time, in the mouse suit.  The little ears and tail giving off a distinct feature in the same kind of contrast as Allison’s dress up.  Once she had two poor souls, she went for a third.  This time George watched the fingers dip around him.  He didn’t even fight it as they came down for him this time.  George just gave up and let them pull him out of the clear prison.  Unlike the two others, George let it happen as he had Allison’s large fingers hold him up and her other hand brought his new set of clothing toward him.  She slipped him into the slight baggy clothing before setting him down next to the other two.

“One more,” Allison purred with a happy sound.  The rumbling of Allison’s words felt just like the purring of a cat, as she leaned further forward pushing her body overhead of George and the other two as she looked for her last plaything, or victim to be exact.  It didn’t take Allison too long as she found another one and quickly got her dressed.  She was probably the oldest of the shrinkies, especially the ones picked out by Allison.  She kind of reminded George of his mom or mother at that age.  However George didn’t say anything to her.  Instead he had bigger issues, namely… Allison. 

“That should be enough for tonight,” Allison said as she started to pull back from the counter and finally examining the four.  “Alright my little mice.  It looks like you four will be my fist batch of toys I’ll be playing with.”  George looked between the others and was sure if this was some kind of fight to the death, he would most likely be the first one to lose.  Even the young teen wouldn’t have much of a problem dealing with him…

George gulped and whispered, “Wh-what game?”

The other three looked at George, like speaking was a death sentence for everyone.  With the other three gawking at him, Allison’s attention was drawn to the one shrinky that the others were looking at.  “Hmm?  What, did the little one say something?”  Allison asked curios.  “You going to need to speak up,” Allison said as she came back in closer.  Her face leaning into the counter.  George felt horrified at the looming face of the woman.  Her mouth could easily open up in a split second and snatch him off the counter in a blink of an eye.  The small gust of air coming off her nostrils as she breathed spilled over George giving him a nice warm bath of hot air.

George figured he couldn't make it worse right?

Speaking louder, “Wh-what game?”

“Oh, I’m so happy you asked.  I think you might be my favorite,” She said winking at George.  George didn’t know why but he felt a blush forming… or maybe it was from all the heat from the suit and Allison’s breath.

Allison pulled back from the counter again as she went on, “Well I’m sure everyone has played hide and seek before, if not it’s very simple.  You four will hide, and this kitty,” Allison said doing a quick pose, showing off her cat like features, “Will seek.  Now I guess it wouldn’t be fun if I said only 1 of you can win… so here’s the rules.  Everyone can win, you just have to hide well enough that I either get tired or bored.”  George perked up at the fact that they could all make it out alive together.  “However,” Allison said with a grin, “That means everyone can lose too… I might not be easily bored after just,” Allison held up three fingers through the cat paw she was wearing.

George’s relief turned to dread… she wouldn’t stop after three.  They were all doomed.

When Allison’s fingers went for the dressed up shrinkies, they all panicked and tried to run.  George was the only one that didn’t move, he was too horrified to make a move.  Allison easily grabbed everyone and wrapped her hand around the other three in her left hand.  Finally she turned to George and picked him up in her right hand and held him.  George could hear the others’ frighten voices calling out, but Allison didn’t pay attention, or she couldn’t hear them.

They didn’t move too far from the counter as Allison started to kneel down.  She set George down first and than opened her hand letting the others fall out onto the ground.  Being on the ground was so much more different from up there on the counter.  Everything was that much larger.  The chairs were mountains, the TV on the wall was like the rising sun in the sky, the front door was miles away…

Allison didn’t bother saying much but headed into the kitchen.  She grabbed a glass and a bottle of wine before returning.  “Okay my little mice… kitty is going to finish this bottle,” She said wiggling the bottle.  George heard the liquid splashing around, he wasn’t sure but maybe it was half a bottle or so.  “And than it’s play time,” Allison purred, “I wouldn’t take too long hiding… been a LONG day,” Allison giggled as she headed up stairs.  The cat tail again swaying behind her as she started to vanish up the stairs.  

No sooner did she disappear did the other start moving.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” The man shouted as he ran for the front door.

The teen girl spotted the closes chair and ran to take cover under it.

The older woman on the other hand did the opposite of what everyone else was doing, she ran into the kitchen.  

“What- where-” George asked sounding just as freaked out and panicked as the others were.  “I don’t know where to go!”  George didn’t get an answer as everyone went on their own.  George did the only thing he could think of, he ran to the closes place he could, after the teen girl and toward the underside of the chair.  “Wait for me,” George said as he followed under the chair.

The girl didn’t give him a chance as she shoved him out from under the chair, “GET YOUR OWN PLACE,” She yelled.

George never felt so devastated by those words.  “Bu-but-”

“I said get out of here,” She hissed in the shadows under the chair, “Go somewhere else, I wont have you getting me caught!”

George could feel the bite in her words and the sting in his eyes as he got up and started to run somewhere else.  He didn’t know how long he had been out in the open but he had a feeling Allison wasn’t lying when she said it wouldn’t be long till she was back.  George looked at the other 2 chairs… maybe he shouldn’t pick a chair.  George looked around and found no where else to hide.  All there was were some curtains…

There was no where else to go, George ran toward the drapes.  Heading toward the long flowing material, George ran up and ducked under the small little gap over the carpet.  George stood on the other side of the curtain, peeking through the gap in the slight open drapes.  He felt so exposed as the bottom half of his legs were showing.  Anyone could spot him!  But there was no where else to go!  George used the shielding of the curtain to examine the room… there was a magazine on the ground near the coffee table, maybe he could tuck himself under-

The sound of foot steps above filled the silent room.  George wasn’t sure if Allison was quick at drinking or if it just took him that long to get to his hiding spot, but it sounded like it was time.

“Ready or not, here I come,” Allison called out. 

George tensed up and prayed that she didn't see him.  His feet shaking as he had no way of hiding them.  Peeking out through the small space between the sides of the curtain.  George watched Allison coming back down the stairs.  One hand held an empty cup the other was the bottle of wine, which too looked and sounded empty.  Each step that Allison descend down slowly increased George’s pulse, as he feared those eyes that always seemed to lock onto just him, would do so again.  

Allison was nearly off the stairs when George saw what she was looking at something on the ground.  The man from before was still trying to get through the front door.  Half his body was sticking out from the small gap between the floor and the front door.  He seemed to be trying force the rest of his body through the small space.  Allison stood there for a moment before letting out a chuckle, “You know there’s a glass screen door in your way, right?”  Allison didn’t even bother with him as she started to walk toward the kitchen with her empty cup.

George looked back to the door and saw the man trying to wiggle backwards only to seem to be unable to get out by himself.  The sound of the empty bottle and cup being placed on the counter brought George's attention back to the threat in the house, Allison.  Allison let out a sigh as she stretched her arms out into the air and did a quick stretch in the kitchen.  When she was done, George watched as Allison slowly started to slink to the floor and out of view behind the counter.  George couldn’t see but he had an idea that Allison was now crawling around the kitchen.  He wasn’t sure why.  He just felt a new sense of fear as he couldn’t see the Giantess anymore.  It was a few minutes and than he saw her.

Allison was sure enough on her hands and knees, as she crawled out of the kitchen.  She was pretending to be an actual cat as she slink out of the kitchen.  However this wasn’t the most horrifying thing that George saw.  The most atrocious thing was the little fuzzy looking feet kicking out of her mouth, and the little string of a tail furiously swishing around as it looked like Allison found her first victim.  Wherever the older woman had hid, it wasn’t good enough as Allison found her prize.

Still watching with a terrified new sense of fear, he watched Allison keep the squirming shrinky in her mouth as she started her slow approach toward the door.  Her butt swaying like how she walked, swishing that fake tail left and right with each shift of her weight.  The massive giantess was moving slowly for her size, but George had no doubt that she could catch up to him without a worry at that pace.  Allison paused as she let out a moan.  She sat back on her knees for a second, and tilted her head upward.  Taking her right paw covered hand, she brought it to her throat and slowly gulped.  The tail and legs vanished in a split second as Allison swallowed her prey.  The small bump traveled fast, and soon there was no trace of the shrinky she just swallowed.

“ooo wow, that… that was something!  I thought the suits would like, make it hard to swallow you but… it actually made it easier, huh.”  Allison said shocked.  She than licked her lips and made a few mouth noises as she re-tasted her meal.  “And surprisingly adds a little… something else to it.  Oooo you guys are in for it now,” Allison said purring.  “I think I need another taste,” Allison said getting back on her hands and heading for the door.

George looked over to the front door and watched as the man finally had pulled his upper half out from under the door.  By the time he turned around, Allison was in view.  She was blocking his direct path into the family room and the wall with the TV on it, and the stairs were too large to climb.  The only way out, would be to run along the left wall that was perpendicular with Allison.  That was exactly what the man did, he ran parallel with the wall as he tried to escape Allison.  It was useless as she had already spotted him a long time ago.

Allison let out a meow noise, “Oh Mr Mousy, are you sneaking into my little old home?  Shame on you.  Let me show you how I treat my uninvited guest,” Allison giggled as she went after him, never increasing her speed.  Just like George feared she was closing the gap faster than any sprint the man could do.  He was half way along the wall before Allison was on top of him. 

George watched as Allison took her left paw, or hand, and simple swatted him away from the wall.  The man in the mouse suit was knocked off his feet and deeper into the family room.  George flinched from the hit.  It wasn’t a brutal one, but it had some kick to it.  The man was laying on the ground in a heap as he struggled to get up from the blow.  However Allison simple did her cat saunter toward him.  By the time he was up on his feet, Allison was laying on her stomach, her two large paws on either side of him and her face smirking at him.

“Kitty found a new toy,” She purred wiggling her tail and butt in the processes, grinding her hips into the floor.

George watched as Allison’s right hand lifted up and swatted at the man.  Her hand collided and sent the mouse man into her other hand which batted him back.  She was passing the man back and forth between her hands, slapping at him like a cat would do with a ball of yarn.  She kept this up for a few more moments, till the man crumpled to the ground.  Allison let out a disappointed sigh at the sight of the man struggling to move.

“Looks like someone is tired, welp I got a place for you to rest.”  Allison moved in closer as her face hovered over the small mouse looking man.  George watched Allison open her maw as wide as she could.  Her tongue stuck out as she stretch her enormous gaping jaw wide open.  With one long and painfully slow lick Allison scooped the weakened and battered shrinky into her mouth.  The small man was still trying to escape Allison’s tongue as she slowly closed her mouth.  Allison finally started to get back up and sat back down on her knees again.  George watched as Allison continued to enjoy her plaything.  She swished the shrinky around her mouth as she proceeded to look around the room.  It was like she knew she was being watched, and she wanted to taunt those who were hiding.

George watched as Allison’s vision started to move toward the curtains he was hiding behind.  Gasping, George ducked behind more cover and prayed he wasn’t spotted.  His legs never felt colder as they were the only thing not protected and exposed.  Allison let out a loud moan followed by a gulp.

“Ahhhh, ooooo, yeah…. Mmmmm, squirm for me, my little morsels,” the sound of thumping from Allison patting her gut filled the room.  “Okay, two down, and two more to join them in my belly.  Now,”  Allison purred as it sounded like she was back on the move.  “I already know where one of you are…”

George covered his mouth as he knew she was talking about him.  He was next.

“I just don’t know where the other one is… but I’ll find them soon enough.”

George could feel Allison getting closer.  He wanted to run, to sprint to somewhere else, but he didn’t know where.  And his feet were frozen stiff.  They were like blocks of concrete as he couldn’t move them.  The looming advance of Allison could be felt through the floor.  The sound of her hand pushing into the carpet as she crawled closer and closer.  George waited for the curtain to be ripped open or pulled apart…

“Gotcha,” Allison called out.  

George flinched but found that nothing happened.  Confused, George looked through the sliver in the drapes and saw that Allison was talking about the girl under the chair.

“Like come on, this was like the first place I would have looked,” Allison told the struggling girl in her hands.

George watched as the girl screamed and struggled.  She was saying something, but George couldn’t make it out.

“What was that,” Allison asked bringing her closer to her face.  Again silence as the mouse girl was saying something.  “He went over there,” Allison repeated.  George let out yelp as Allison’s eyes locked directly with his.  He quickly went to hide back behind the curtain hoping that she didn't see him.

It didn’t help, she knew where he was, the soft padding of her movements grew louder and closer.

Allison let out a tired sigh, “Alright little one, come out…”

George shook his head, not wanting to, but sadly… he was way to scared not to do as he was told.  George slowly walked out from behind the curtain.  That was when he heard the girl shriek, “See I told you!  Don’t eat me, eat him.”

George wanted to scream at the girl, but he was too frighten at the massive Allison sitting back on her knees.  Allison looked down at George and than back at the girl.  “Looks like we don’t have a mouse, we have a RAT.”  The girl suddenly lost any color on her face as she shook her head.

“No, no I helped you!”

Allison rolled her eyes at the girl, “Yeah, and you ruined my fun… besides you ratted out you’re fellow team mate, or friend or…” Allison seemed to ponder what word to use, “Mouse?  Well you know what I’m getting at.  Like I can’t believe you would do something like that… anyway, time for this rat,” Allison said pointing to the screaming girl, “to become this cat’s” Allison pointed to her self, “little patch of fat,” Allison laughed as she pointed to her belly.

George watched as Allison tossed the teenage girl into her maw and proceed to enjoy her captive.  The noises were muffled but loud enough, now that George was so close, to hear all the pleading and begging that the girl was doing.  The sound of sloshing and screams filled the air as finally Allison decided she had enough fun and gulped down the mouthful of squirming mass.  The loud gulp shook George to his core as the small bulge wiggled more fiercely as the panicked sounds of the swallowed girl could be heard before it disappeared.  It seemed it didn’t take Allison long to find all her toys and finish them off, and now it was George’s turn.  Allison picked up George and held him in her palm.

“You’re going to eat me,” George stated as he looked up from Allison’s palm and at her face.  Allison had her eyes closed, trying to still enjoy her snacks.

“Mmm, well,” Allison said opening her eyes and looking down at him.  “I was planning on it… but to be honest after ruining my game, it kind of put me out of the mood.  Plus those three were more filling than I thought-” A quick burp flew from her lips spraying George with the warm air and stench of her stomach contents.  The strong smell of wine blew over George who tried to keep from coughing too much, “Excuse me,” Allison laughed, “Yeah, kind of stuffed, not to mention all that wine is hitting harder than I thought.  Kind of sleepy,” Allison yawned.  She started to get up off the carpet.

George was shocked by the movement but also from the words coming from Allison.  She was going to spare him?

“I should head to bed, got things to do tomorrow,” Allison said to George, or maybe she was saying it out loud for herself.  “I’ll keep you close, just in case I get hungry in the middle of the night.”

Any mercy that George thought Allison had for him went out the window with those words.  Allison flipped off the lights, leaving the others in the darkness, while she carried George up the steps to her room.  George tried not to freak out as they went up the small flight of stairs, however the closer they got to Allison’s room the closer George knew he was coming to his doom.

Allison entered her room and slowly closed the door behind her, she flicked off her cat ears and pulled the gloves off before letting out another loud yawn.  George was promptly dropped down on the nightstand by a large bed.  Allison didn’t bother taking off her cat tail as she flopped down on the bed leaving the lamp light on, “Stupid Wallace…” She muttered into her bed.  “Maybe I should have done a girl’s night with Emily,” Allison wondered as she let out another yawn.  “Next time…”

That was the last thing that Allison spoke before she slowly started to breath a sleeping pattern in her slumber.  George was left on the nightstand with the lamp shining above him.  The light wasn’t what kept him from sleeping, it was the fear that at any second Allison could get hungry.  The thought of ending up in her gut frighten him to his soul.  So much so, he couldn’t get his body to move.  He wasn’t able to see if he could escape, instead he looked on the sleeping Giantess, still wearing the cat tail that seemed to have a life of it’s own.  Still swishing and swaying in the air with each sleeping breath she took.

George watched Allison moving in her sleep.  George didn’t know how long it had been but it felt like all night.  Each time she turned over in her sleep, George swore it was his time to go, every time.  The restfulness from not knowing when Allison would reach out to finish him off like the others ate away at him.  As sleepy as he was, he couldn’t sleep.

Like the many times before George watched Allison roll over, her sleeping face pointed at him.  This time she was much closer.  He looked at the Giantess, mouth wide open as she sucked in air down her throat and blew it back out over him.  The faint scent of wine still clung to the breath but also some unsavory scent that followed most morning breath.  George did his best not to cough or gag, afraid that might wake her.  However it was the alarm on her phone that woke her up.  The device starting to blare off somewhere in the house.

“mmmm, phoooone,” Allison muttered her eyes slowly opening.  She looked right at George.  “Oh, right… ugh,” Allison groaned as she pushed herself up off the bed and sat there before yawning.  She looked tired as she looked around for the sound of the phone.  “Where the hell is my phone….”  George could see her recalling last night before she slowly realized her phone was down stairs.  “Ugh stupid alarm,” Allison said getting up off the bed and leaving the room.  George heard Allison stomping down the stairs and finally the sound of silence followed after the deactivation of the alarm.  The soft stomping of Allison coming back upstairs.

Looking at the doorway he saw Allison coming back into her room slowly.  She didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get back to her room.  George wasn’t sure if she didn’t think he would run or if she knew he couldn’t.  Either way she made her way back to her bed where she looked down at George.

“Alright little one, come here,” She said holding out her hand.  George was hesitant, but where could he go?  Was this how she was going to end it?  A morning snack?  George closed his eyes as he did as he was told, walking forward onto the palm of the enormous Giantess.  Once he was on her hand, Allison started to walk again.  “Got a long morning ahead of me,” Allison complained as she walked.  George wasn’t sure if once again she was talking to him or herself.

George watched Allison turn to the other room that was upstairs.  Instead of heading downstairs she walked into the room and turned on a light.  They were inside a bathroom.  Allison didn’t bother shutting the door as she made her way over to the toilet.  George was set down on the sink counter which was right in front of the toilet.  George watched Allison turn around so her butt was facing the toilet.  Pulling down her garment and the cat tail off, she started to sit down on the toilet.  George couldn’t help but watch Allison as she sat on the toilet without a word.  She closed her eyes and leaned her head backwards, took a deep sigh, as if she were about to go to sleep on the toilet.

The sound of a stream of piss shooting out from inside the toilet bowl could be heard form where George was.  He didn’t want to look but his eyes drifted down toward the sound of Allison peeing.  Sure enough he got a glimpse of the yellow stream coming out from Allison’s insides.  George, like so many times before, wanted to look away, but was mesmerized by the force behind the stream.  Soon the torrent was finished.

George was expecting Allison to get up off the toilet, but she sat there.  George watched Allison’s face start to concentrate with her head still tilted back.  The sound of Allison pooping could be heard in the bathroom.  The slithering noise of something sliding out of her backside filled the air.  It was a long and continuous sound, no breaks.  Just a strong nonstop sound of expelling a filled colon.  Finally there was a plop sound as the end of the long mass of filth popped out of her butt.

“Ahh,” Allison sighed with content.  She quickly grabbed a few pieces of toilet paper and started to wipe herself clean.  Finally she stood up and looked back at her masterpiece.  “Well, I’ll be…”  Allison turned around and picked up George, “I want you to see this little one.”

George found himself being brought closer to the toilet and started to panic as she held onto him between her fingers.  His mouse suit the only thing keeping him up in the air, “No please,” George whimpered not sure what she was doing.  Sure enough he was brought to the open toilet seat and he got to see the mess that Allison left in there.  A long large log of shit filled the bowl.  A giant snake of poop that curled around the inside of the bowl.  The few dirtied pieces of paper tossed in the toilet and the swampy yellow piss water filled George’s view.  The stench of it all was eye watering… or maybe it was the fear that George was feeling, as he looked at the wasteland of Allison’s toilet bowl.  How easily she could drop him down in there...

“You see that?  Your mouse suit IS 100% digestible,” Allison chuckled at the discovery.

George wasn’t sure what she was saying, but sure enough, there didn’t seem to be a trace of clothing in her dung.  Now, there was other things that George didn’t want to see stuck in the brown pile of shit, but as for the fuzzy mouse outfit, they were gone.  No trace at all.

“Alright say goodbye to your friends,” Allison said as she flushed the toilet.  

George didn’t say anything.  He didn’t REALLY know them, so he didn’t know what to say.  All he could do was watch the swirling water suck down the massive monster of a dump down the toilet.  Once the toilet filled back up with water, Allison brought George back to the sink and started to wash her hands.  When they were clean enough she dried them and picked George back up.

She quickly headed down stairs and put George back into he bowl of shrinkies.  Everyone was just as shocked as George was that he was back alive, and still in the mouse suit.  Allison was soon back up stairs possibly getting ready for the day.  It took her no less than 15 minutes before she came back down in brand new clothes looking like she was about to go outside.  She headed into the kitchen and again grabbed some orange juice and drank some before turning to leave the kitchen.  Allison started to pass by the counter when she paused.

She seemed to be pondering something and shrugged, “Something to start the day off…”

George watched those fingers coming toward him.  He once again froze, couldn’t move, unable to say anything.  This was it…

The screams of someone behind George brought him back to his body as he saw Allison plucking up someone else, other than George.  Allison held the protesting person for a second before sucking them out of her grip.  Allison gulped down the tiny screaming person with little to no effort.  She let out a soft laugh and coo as she seemed to perk up at the little snack, “I’ll be back in a couple of hours!”  She told the rest of her captives.  George watched Allison heading toward the door and start to leave.  He watched just as Allison closed the door, her eyes locked onto him.  He didn’t know if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but he swore he saw her smile at him for faintest of moments…

Than the door was shut and the sound of a lock being turned filled the room before George and the others were left in the deadly quite home.  Just waiting for Allison to return.