Dave's shrunken women vore stories (Updated 2/Feb/2018)

[Tsubasa17]

Yayyyyy, descriptions! Mesa happy

[LazySWV]

Hey guys, I'm really sorry, although I wanted to get this next story done before Christmas, I'm not sure when I'll be able get it done at this point. It could be a month from now.

[Fantasia]

Don't stress yourself. I'm sure it'll be great, regardless of when you're finished.

[jack27]

I am sure your next story will be well worth the wait =)

[LazySWV]

Alright. First, I'm sorry it's been so long. I honestly wanted this done by Christmas, and now here we are 4 months later. It's been a combination of life getting in the way, and some great content coming out lately to keep me satisfied. But I keep getting new ideas for stories, so actually finishing them for other people to enjoy is what I should be doing.

I want to know what you internal fans think of those parts, it's not something I'm really into.
If you want to get straight to the action, search for "In what seemed like"

Faith's not all there

Spoiler: show

Faith - Stoner girl with golden curly hair
Stacey - Slim and athletic
Laura - Upper-class brunette
Regina - Voluptuous blonde
Hannah - Trusting friend


"Alright, are you ready? All at once now!"
The three girls grinned and nodded enthusiasticly in reply.
"Aaaand... GO!"
Hannah pressed the shutter on the camera and it began to record. The three girls in front of her shuffled in nervousness at being recorded, but clinked their shot glasses together and drank them as one.
"Ohh, not long now! As we can see, the potion has been taken, and we should be seeing a lot less of these girls pretty soon." Hannah narrated.
They were standing in Hannah's bedroom. Stacey, Regina and Laura were trying to act casual for the camera while being recorded. This was their first time being shrunk, and they couldn't help being excited. Hannah focused the camera on Stacey, the most athletic yet timid of the group. She was wearing short shorts and a green shirt, much less concerned than the others about her figure.
"What are you feeling? How do you feel?" Hannah shot at her in a mock interview.
"Uhhh... I guess it's kind of..." Stacey pondered nervously.
"Too slow! Next subject!" Hannah waved the camera madly toward Regina. Before Hannah could speak, Regina stared down the camera.
"I should've worn a better bra!" She said cheekily. The other girls laughed. As it was, she was wearing a blue top and black yoga pants, but her impressive bust and wide hips made any outfit she wore sexy. Her black bra was visible where the blue top didn't cover, and it was clearly frilly and not a sports bra at all.
Finally, Hannah pointed the camera at Laura, but didn't ask her anything, instead just filming her. She knew it would make Laura uncomfortable, and Laura squirmed a little. After pouting and shaking her head at Hannah in disapproval, she spread her hands and remarked "This is me!" to the camera, making the girls laugh a little. She'd chosen to wear her normal clothing, which was just blue jeans and a black knitted jumper over a black t-shirt. Aside from her wavy brunette hair, her slim looks were fairly unremarkable, at least compared to the others.

Zooming back out, Hannah pointed the camera at the ground between them, revealing a shallow bowl with some liquid inside, and a bigger bowl containing diced cheeses.
"Here we have the playground for our ladies. A bit boring, but hey. They're new at this." The camera quickly swung back to the girls, hoping not to miss anything. Stacey was frowning a little at Hannah's comment, but all 3 girls were still excited. The girls hushed and figeted, simply biding their time and unwilling to speak unless they got cut off.
Suddenly, Regina, the shortest among them, shot down in stature until she practically disappeared. The other two girls next to her barely had time to look down at her in astonished glee before they themselves shrank, shooting toward the ground until they were just an inch tall.
"Everything as it should be?" Hannah asked the tiny figures on the ground. With her eyes on the camera's screen, she stepped toward her friends to get a better view of their condition. Unfortunately, she wasn't looking where she was stepping, and her foot caught the edge of the bowl they'd prepared. The bowl tipped, causing the liquid to spill in one simple movement. Panning the camera downward, Hannah realised what she'd done, swore, and stopped the recording.

From the ground, Laura was fairly overwhelmed. While her friends seemed to be taking everything in stride, she was trying not to panic. Watching the room rapidly grow was one thing that she was trying to accept. The sheer scale of everyday objects was insane! It was like she'd stepped into a fantasy world where even the carpet had to navigated carefully. After the precious few seconds she had to come to grips with this, The literally giant Hannah above her stepped forward, and Laura watched in awe as her huge foot caught the edge of the bowl. It didn't seem possible that things so huge could move so quickly, but the massive foot caused the bowl to tip immpossibly fast. The liquid inside leapt neatly sideways, over the rim of the bowl and spilling onto Hannah's foot and the carpet. Still processing the now massive world before her, a nagging thought at the back of her mind tried to make Laura aware that their antidote to being shrunk had just been made undrinkable.
To Regina and Stacey however, their predicament became apparent much sooner. When Hannah's foot caused the bowl to tip violently sideways, Regina let out a cry of dismay, while Stacey gasped in shock. Regina ran forward, waving her arms at Hannahh angrily, yelling things that Hannah probably couldn't hear at that enormous distance. Wide eyed, Hannah looked at her tiny friends in dismay and managed to appear really sheepish.
"What the hell are we supposed to do! I hope you have some more of that lying around!" Regina demanded upward at her titanic friend. For now, Hannah seemed content to bite her lip in guilt, as her tiny friends vented their dismay. Stacey simply held one hand to her head in annoyance, not prone to outbursts of emotion. Regina was looking furious and a little fearful as she yelled at Hannah and mostly to herself. Laura quickly came to terms with their predicament and silently began to look worried. She looked over to Stacey for comfort, and trekked over to her for a hug.

Looking down at the tiny forms of her shrunken friends, Hannah felt especially guilty. Although the antidote to the shrinking potion wasn't especially hard to come by, it wasn't cheap. She was more concerned with paying out of her own pocket than for any danger that her friends were in. She quickly devised a plan. Spilling the antidote was entirely her fault, so she had no choice but to get some more. In the meantime, her friends would be safe with Faith, Stacey's roomate. Faith was against getting shrunk herself and had seen it before, so was more content to lounge in the living room listening to music than to join the girls. Maybe once Hannah gave the girls to Faith to look after they would actually enjoy themselves as much as they had aimed to anyway. Although Faith probably wouldn't interact with them much, she was the sort of girl who wouldn't hurt a fly. Mostly because she was definately an irresponsible hippy, Hannah mentally added. Not that there was anything wrong with that lifestyle. Reaching a decision, she got down on her knees to speak to her tiny friends.
"Okay. So I've spilt the antidote. But relax! I'll go get some more. In the meantime, you can still enjoy the cheeses, and I'll get Faith to watch over you. You'll be fine!" Hannah smiled reassuringly at her friends. Their tiny expressions seemed to say that they were happy with it.
"I guess we don't exactly have a choice. I don't want to go with Hannah while she goes shopping." Regina remarked. Stacey murmured her agreement. Laura just nodded to her friends. She didn't want to have to deal with anything, she just wanted to feel safe.

Seeming to reach an accord with her friends, Hannah moved the bowl of cheese pointedly toward them, and held one edge to the ground. Navigating their way across the carpet, they reached the lip of the bowl one by one and walked as close as they could to the centre. Hannah then gradually relaxed the force in her fingers until the bowl moved upright again. They had agreed beforehand that being in a bowl seemed safest, since being out in the open left them vulnerable to bug attacks, remote as the danger may seem. The bowl had tall sides, and although it was too steep for the girls to get out, it definately felt secure. Forgetting their predicament for a moment, the girls wandered amonst the cheeses. Although they had been cut into cubes, the cheese was taller than the girls were. Regina in particular wasted no time in rushing around and grabbing handfuls of the different types of cheese and sampling them. She decided that although the texture wasn't as nice at this size, they had more than enough for quantity to matter. Even if all of the girls concentrated on one type of cheese, they wouldn't finish it today.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them lurched. Although Hannah was being as delicate as possible, all 3 of the girls were thrown off of their feet and felt pinned to the surface of the bowl by the speed. Hannah kept the bowl as steady as she could as she lifted it from the ground and stood up. The girls inside, although slightly hidden amongst pieces of cheese, seemed to be staying put as the bowl moved.

Faith was just beginning her weekend. The sun was shining bright, yet there was a gentle wafting breeze through the house. She had put on some atmospheric music. She had collected a bunch of pillows to stuff on either end of the lounge. She had eaten a pot brownie to enhance her experiences, then drunk some raspberry flavoured vodka cruisers to numb herself a little. As she finally lay back on the lounge, music wafting over her, she wondered if she had overdone it. But she could hear the wind blowing through the leaves of the trees nearby. She could feel the heat of the sun trying to make her sweat, but the breeze cooling her. She decided she was totally at ease. Looking down at what she was wearing, she slightly regretted that she had worn a black tank top and black jeans. Although it hugged her figure, she decided something more colourful would have suited her mood. Then she decided that it was someone else's problem if anyone cared to look at her. Stretching and reclining further on her pillows, she reached out and grabbed a nut from a bowl on the coffee table and ate it slowly, enjoying its texture. The weed in her system made everything feel hazy and inconsequential. Some birds began to sing nearby while the breeze ruffled her blonde hair, and she closed her eyes in peace.

In what seemed like an attempt to ruin her serenity, Hannah slunk into the room holding a bowl. From Faith's perspective the bowl seemed really important, and Faith internally wished that Hannah wouldn't worry so much about it. However, Hannah made her way over to the coffee table next to Faith's lounge and placed the bowl on the surface.
"Faith, I'm just going out for a bit to do some shopping. Can you watch my friends in this bowl? They've been shrunk and need to be protected just in case." Hannah stated.
"Yeah! No need to worry." Faith reassured her. She really meant it, although wasn't completely listening. As Hannah collected her handbag and left through the front door, Faith was glad that Hannah had stopped worrying so much. Through half-eyed focus, she sat up, leant forward and brought the bowl to rest on her legs. Looking inside the bowl, she noticed some different cheeses, and also some tiny versions of her friends. *Especially* small versions of her friends. Hadn't Hannah said something about them being shrunk? Faith reached over and grabbed another nut from the table, ate it thoughtfully, and looked in the bowl again.

Inside the bowl, the moods of the girls varied. While Laura and Regina were pretty content to walk between the various cheeses and sample them all, Stacey was a bit worried about Faith. Hannah may not have noticed, but Faith's bleary eyes seemed to suggest that she was stoned or drunk, probably both. The fact that Faith had their bowl resting on her legs didn't bother Laura or Regina either, they just steadied themselves with Faith's slight movements as though it were the motions of a ship. Trying to stay out of sight from Faith, Stacey made her way around cheeses taller than herself to her friends.
"Guys, I don't know if you've noticed? But Faith doesn't seem herself right now." Stacey remarked.
All three girls looked up at Faith's face staring down at them. Laura noticed that her eyes seemed to be squinting alot and somewhat unfocused, but Regina replied.
"Nah, she's fine. I feel safer here than left all alone." The other girls watching her, Regina walked over to a nearby wall of cheese, and reached out to grab a gooey handful.
"We should just appreciate that we have friends here to look after us, and enjoyeeeeEEEEEEEE!"
Her statement was cut short as Faith's giant fingers closed around her body in a claw-like motion, and lifted her into the air. Shuffled to be held between two fingers, Regina trembled as she was raised to hover in front of Faith's face. With her legs dangling free and pinned by the two giant fingers of her friend, Regina could only stare in awe at Faith's giant face. She couldnt quite look behind and downward at the cheese bowl, but could faintly make out Laura and Stacey yelling. This close to Faith's face, she could see in Faith's eyes that she wasn't quite sober, and could smell a whiff of alcohol on Faith's breath wafting over her. Getting over her initial shock at being picked up, Regina began to breathe heavily with concern.
"Hey! Why did you pick me up? I don't feel safe between two fingers!" Regina yelled at the giant face. Faith made no indication that she had heard Regina. In fact, Regina couldn't even be sure that Faith was looking at her, since her eyes were so unfocused.

For an entire minute, not much happened. Regina waited, suspended between Faith's fingers in front of her face. In the bowl resting on Faith's legs, Stacey and Laura had given up yelling to get Faith's attention or to communicate with Regina. Faith just seemed content to hold on to Regina, and whether she was paying attention to the tiny girl or not nobody could guess.
"So! This is awkward..." began Laura. Although Laura was the youngest of the group, Stacey didn't think this was the time to be act cool.
"What can we do! Regina isn't safe like that! What if Faith drops her? She doesn't seem to be herself right now!" Stacey exclaimed. She ran a hand over the back of her neck with stress. Stacey just wished Hannah would return any second and get them out of this situation.
"It's alright! Faith's really gentle, Regina will be fine!" Laura replied. Although she believed that, she was glad that Faith had grabbed Regina instead of her.
Above them, Regina tried to struggle as little as possible between Faith's fingers. Faith blinked a couple of times and seemed to regain focus. She looked down at Regina for a moment, while Regina held her breath, fearing the worst. But then Faith reached out with her other hand and selected a cashew from the bowl of nuts on the table, before depositing it in her mouth and chewing it. The movement made the bowl shift, and the tiny girls inside stumbled and fell.

Faith ate the cashew with relish. She felt like she was drifting her concentration between the taste of the nut, the sounds of the birds, the texture of the nut, or the breeze gently blowing through the window. She then noticed her arm getting tired. How long had it been holding... Regina? Faith squinted. There was a tiny Regina between her fingers. She was meant to be there, even though she looked worried. A tiny Regina? Faith had to be sure. With her other hand, she reached up and pinched the bottom of Regina's top, then lifted it upward. The tiny piece of fabric gave no resistance as it came up off of Regina's body, revealing just her black bra. Not paying attention to the top as it fluttered to the floor, Faith then pinched the front of Regina's bra between her breasts, and pulled. The tiny Regina was screaming in anger and indignation, which was what Faith expected. This was probably not Faith's imagination. Her bra somewhat painfully being torn from her and discarded to the floor, Regina now dangled between two fingers in yoga pants but completely topless. Deciding not to cover her modesty, she began to punch at Faith's fingers and try to push herself free. Arcing her back and squirming as she did caused her breasts to jiggle uncomfortably, but to her this didn't seem the time to worry about that.

"PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!" Regina screamed at the giant face. "I'M GOING TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!" Regina didn't care how uncouth she was being. She was mad as hell. The combination of Faith's indifference, her being stripped and the loss of her clothing somewhere on the floor made her furious. She didn't care that Faith didn't seem sober. It was no excuse for this treatment. Letting out a wordless cry of anger, Regina struggled anew, squirming side to side, kicking her legs and tugging with her hands on the giant fingers. She didn't care that she was topless and jiggling everywhere. She considered biting Faith's fingers but doubted that would do more than punching. So that she did, and also discovered that she could kick Faith's hand with her feet.

Faith meanwhile was feeling less serene. She was getting distracted from the beauty of the day by the tiny Regina she was holding. Also, there seemed to be yells coming from the bowl resting on her legs. She frowned. The thing she was holding... Faith focused on it again, not sure how many times she had done so. It was a tiny version of her friend Regina! That's right, she was sure this was Regina. Faith had proven it... how? Something to do with Regina not wearing much clothing. But it seemed to make sense. Where did this tiny Regina come from? Faith looked past her. In the bowl on her legs was a bunch of cheeses and a couple more tiny people trying to yell something. Of course! She had come from the cheese bowl...

At first Laura and Stacey were simply staring up at the giant Faith holding the tiny Regina, and feeling completely powerless. When Faith had vacantly stripped Regina topless, they began to feel pretty uncomfortable and a little worried for their friend's safety. Stacey knew Faith better than Laura, and had climbed atop a piece of cheese to try to reason with the giant girl.
"Faith! Put her down! Regina is in danger! Can you find her clothes?! Faith!!" Stacey had a note of desperation in her voice, but had no idea if Faith could even hear her. Laura simply stood and watched awkwardly.

Regina was tiring herself out. She looked up at Faith's face and stopped struggling for the moment. Faith was looking past her at the bowl, and then refocused on Regina. Rather than call out for the hundreth time, Regina just waited and hoped. Faith breathed in, then exhaled heavily. Regina felt a surge of hope. At least Faith was doing something different than staring blankly. Maybe she-

Suddenly, Faith's mouth opened, and Regina was shoved forward. Regina was placed with her head on Faith's tongue and her torso on her giant lips. Before Regina could even scream, the mouth closed and Regina was plunged into darkness. Outside Faith's mouth, Regina's legs managed to kick a couple of times before they were slurped up. Faith looked as indifferent as though she had placed another nut into her mouth, but didn't start chewing. Faith was still a bit confused. The tiny Regina from the cheese bowl wasn't as gooey as she expected. In fact, the food in her mouth was a little bit salty. But what was it doing...? It was moving around in her mouth, and seemed to be fighting her tongue. It came from the cheese bowl, so maybe she shouldn't chew. She gave her food an experimental suck, and found to her delight that it was delicious! Finally changing expressions, Faith closed her eyes and smiled gently. She looked perfectly serene.

The mood in the bowl had instantly changed.

"FAITH!!!" Stacey screamed. Laura panicked, screaming "Oh my god, Regina!" before scrambling up some cheese to join Stacey. The girls screamed and yelled and jumped up and down, but were completely ignored by Faith even as they became increasingly hysterical. Faith didn't even have her eyes open, she was just slowly sucking as her blonde hair ruffled lazily in the breeze.

Regina was well and truly afraid for her life by this point. Getting held by two fingers was uncomfortable and undignified, but getting shoved into Faith's mouth like a scrap of food had put her into a state of shock. Faith's tongue with the help of some suction brought Regina into the middle of her mouth. For a moment Regina lay there, staring at the entrance to Faith's throat, unable to accept her predicament. Seconds seemed to pass like minutes, as the tongue below her tasted the flesh on her arms, her breasts and her tummy. The smell of saliva was overpowering, and it seeped around the mouth everywhere, drenching Regina. She was still wearing her gym pants, but her bare feet slid without any traction on the slick tongue when she moved them.
Then the moment ended. The tongue rose, trapping Regina against the top of Faith's mouth, and went to work. It rubbed Regina's body relentlessly, massaging Regina's impressive bust in all directions and tossing her legs around. Regina was rudely broken out of her state of shock at the prospect of being suffocated, and shoved her hands down to try to get some breathing room. After some struggling and grunting and kicking, the tongue finally stopped this treatment and relaxed. Without questioning it, Regina took the opportunity to spin herself about so that she was facing the exit to Faith's mouth and tried to shimmy forward, grasping toward the giant teeth she could make out in the darkness. As Regina suspected though, Faith was still treating her as a morsel. Regina was raised upward by the tongue once again as Regina let out a cry of shock, but this time however instead of being rubbed and molested, Regina experienced suction. Getting pinned, her skin was washed by saliva over and over again while Regina endured a massive amount of pressure. It felt like her eyes were getting torn from her head as her hair whipped around and was pulled in all directions. It wasn't long before her yoga pants were torn down and from her legs to rest in the pool at the back of Faith's mouth. Seemingly satisfied, the suction suddenly stopped and the sound of Faith swallowing was apparent. Regina took in deep gasping breaths. That swallow was far too close and loud for Regina, and now she was almost completely naked. Her panties had managed to stay on her wide hips, but Regina barely cared. She was scared she might not survive this treatment and had to escape.

Meanwhile, Stacey and Laura were yelling themselves hoarse. They'd watched with fear and revulsion as Faith sucked on and tasted Regina. When Faith had been simply holding Regina, her spaced out state had seemed relatively harmless. Faith normally seemed a little spaced out anyway. The most the girls had to worry about was whether Faith would accidently drop Regina before Hannah returned.
"Faith! Faith!" Stacey was yelling once more, but Laura put a hand on her shoulder.
"We're not going to get through to her. The best we can hope for is for Hannah to get back soon before Regina suffocates or something."
Stacey stopped yelling. Saying nothing, she sank to her knees, not taking her eyes off of her giant roomate's sucking motions. She tried to imagine what Regina must be going through, and shuddered. Laura noticed, and tried to say something else positive.
"Hey, maybe soon Faith will-"
"MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm." Faith's loud appreciative moan cut into whatever Laura had to say. As both girls stared up at Faith in disgust, Faith raised her chin slightly, still wearing a faint smile.

*GULP*

Faith swallowed. A definate bulge went down her throat, then Faith exhaled loudly.
The girls didn't need to see inside Faith's mouth to know that their friend had been eaten. Both girls screamed at the top of their lungs. If they had been thinking clearly, they might have hidden instead, but as it was their screaming got Faith's attention for the first time. Laura had sunk to her knees in despair. Stacey however jumped up, and began to scream orders at Faith once more.
"FAITH!! You've EATEN Regina! You need to throw her up! Go to the bathroom!!" Stacey pleaded, but instead she saw Faith's hand rise up then reach down toward her. "Shit! Nono..." Stacey swore, and leapt down from the cheese she had been standing on. Landing on the bowl, she sprinted around behind another piece of cheese, her tight summer clothing doing her favours. Now out of Faith's view, Stacey stood alert, her heart pounding. It wasn't long before Faith's impossibly huge fingers appeared from around the cheese. Stacey had never been shrunk before, and had to will her body to move as she was almost overcome by awe. The detail on those fingers was surreal! And at her size, even Faith's pinky must have been longer than Stacey's entire body! Sprinting to another bit of cheese, Stacey stole a glance toward Faith. Unfortunately, she noticed that Faith had spotted her movements again. However, Faith could have easily gotten up from the lounge and had a much better view of Stacey's movements, but she hadn't. She was instead feeling around blindly. Stacey also noticed that Laura was still in her position on top of the cheese, on her knees in shock. Faith was ignoring her, and going after Stacey's movement. Reaching more cheese and getting out of sight of Faith once more, Stacey grew furious at how unfair everything had become. Furious that she had let herself get into this powerless position, that Faith didn't realise the horror that she was causing, and furious that she was being singled out. Not that she wanted Laura to be grabbed, but it felt like death had singled her out. She threw herself to the ground and managed to roll underneath the cheese slightly, staring up at Faith's fingers just as they caught up with her. Stacey held her breath as they groped around, moving absurdly fast for something their size. They couldn't find their prey, until one of them came close to her and pressed into the cheese... suddenly the cheese above her rocketed upward, as Faith raised it to her face. Stacey wasted no time getting to her feet and hiding behind some other cheese, peeking around the corner, but Faith was focused on studying the cheese in front of her for a moment. She placed it delicately inside her mouth, closed her eyes, and seemed to suck on it. Stacey sunk to the ground in relief.

Inside Faith's stomach, Regina was rudely awoken by stomach acids splashing at her face. Jumping to her feet, pumping with adrenaline, reality set in. She was in her panties, slick with saliva, trapped inside her friend's stomach. Instantly she was assaulted by the stench of everything Faith had eaten and drank, along with the bilious stench of the stomach acid itself. She gagged invuluntarily, until her sense of smell seemed to just cut out altogether. She let out a wordless cry of terror and anger, and ran over to a stomach wall. The light was very dim, but she could make out masticated food on the stomach floor. Punching and kicking for all she was worth, she refused to accept the reality that she had just become a snack.

Meanwhile, Laura noticed Faith's giant arm moving over her head, as Faith selected a piece of cheese and ate it. Laura shuddered. She then noticed Faith's other hand holding the side of the bowl. Although it meant moving closer to Faith, Laura walked on unsteady legs toward Faith's giant fingers. Looking around for Stacey, Laura couldn't see her anywhere and didn't dare call out, so decided to attempt to escape the bowl by herself. Just above her head height was Faith's giant index finger. Laura took off her black jumper, and took some deep breaths. Getting a running start, she ran up the bowl as far as she could, and grabbed for the sides of Faith's fingernail. Success! Laura was able to grab ahold, and kept walking up the steep surface while climbing Faith's finger. Getting higher and higher, she gained hope as she reached the lip of the bowl.

Laura didn't know it, but she had come very close to a grisly end. Faith's drugged state had dulled her senses, and stopped her from reacting with a violent movement to something crawling on her finger. Instead, Faith opened her eyes to look down out of curiosity, and noticed her tiny friend Laura leaving the cheese bowl. Delighted, she smiled around the cheese she was sucking on, and plucked Laura from her finger with her other hand. The tiny Laura screamed and then yelled at Faith in that cute way, reassuring Faith that this was indeed Laura from the cheese bowl. Hadn't another friend come from the cheese bowl too? Faith decided she had to stop questioning herself too much. It was just getting her confused. She was certain it was getting her confused. At that thought, Faith started giggling. In a jovial mood, she pinched Laura's shirt from the bottom and tore it upward from her body and arms.

Laura was desperate. Faith was repeating her actions with Regina, including removing her clothes. Laura beat her fists against Faith's fingers, and pulled at them with all her might, but she couldnt pry them from holding her immobile. Faith's other hand reached in and pinched her bra, to painfully pull it up over her head and discard the garment to the faraway floor. Her breasts getting exposed didn't help, as Laura grunted and twisted, trying anything to get free. It was useless though, and Laura screamed again when Faith stripped her of her pants, leaving her legs bare.

Faith was satisfied. This tiny Laura was definately Laura. She looked and struggled like her. She was even screaming to make sure. It sounded like she was screaming... twice? Faith squinted. Laura was back to grunting and pulling at Faith's fingers, but Faith could hear a voice... She then noticed Stacey yelling from the cheese bowl, reminding Faith she was there. That explained it. Faith reached for Stacey, but seemed to have some trouble with how far away she was, and Stacey vanished behind some other cheese. Oh well. It didn't matter so much. Faith swallowed the cheese in her mouth and decided it was time for more. Faith's mouth still salivated in anticipation. Cheese tasted amazing when she was high. Even though sucking took forever, she wouldn't chew though, that seemed... dangerous? For some reason?

Laura couldn't stop breathing rapidly, fighting panic. Faith was looking over her with dreamy eyes, oblivious to... everything, it seemed. She'd swallowed her food already. Maybe Hannah would get back right this second? She'd look over, see what Faith was doing...

No. Faith opened her mouth slowly, her breath washing over Laura with the stink of saliva and cheese. Laura was moved toward it, screaming, struggling, kicking and shoving, to no avail. Although she reached out with her hands and grabbed Faith's lip, she was shoved in completely, sliding across Faith's tongue on her breasts and belly. When her thighs touched the slick surface, Faith's fingers finally let go and retracted. Even though Faith was moving slowly, Laura barely had time to turn herself around before the lips fully closed and she was slammed upward with a yell.

Laura was then subjected to the full-body tongue massage that Regina had experienced before her. Her body was moved back and forth, soaked in saliva, while the tongue undulated and rubbed at her breasts and face. Laura didn't feel that fighting such immense strength was useful, despite the horror of her situation, so bade her time, allowing herself to be tasted but felt determined.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM"

The noise came from everywhere around Laura, as Faith made an appreciative noise. Last time, when Regina had been in Faith's mouth, Regina had been swallowed soon after that noise. It was enough to motivate Laura to fight, despite being pinned. Pushing at the tongue and kicking with her legs, she made it as difficult as possible for the tongue to taste her, and discovered that pushing herself sideways made the tongue have to stop and manoeuvre her back to the middle of the mouth. A few times after this happened, the tongue eventually dipped, leaving the mostly nude Laura panting but unpinned. With a wordless cry, she propelled herself forward and grabbed onto Faith's teeth. She didn't have any time to try to pry them apart though, as the level of saliva in the mouth quickly grew. Frustrated, Laura cried out again as she was swept up in a current of saliva. She was tumbled around and around the mouth, the tongue occasionally rubbing one part of her body or another. Fighting to grab ahold of anything in the mouth, Laura struggled to even keep track of her orientation. She was soon thrust over Faith's row of teeth. While being sucked on, Laura seemed to be engulfed by the skin inside of Faith's cheek while the tip of Faith's tongue battered at her face, and rubbed her breasts and body.

Meanwhile, Stacey was focused upon her survival. She had frustratingly few options. She couldn't climb out of the bowl, and yelling at Faith simply didn't seem to work. Her only choice left was to hide. There were still a few bits of cheese in the bowl, all of them large enough for her to hide behind. She sat down, hugging her legs. By choosing not to look, she didn't have to see one of her best friends being treated like a piece of food. Stacey hoped that Laura would be spat out and not eaten, but the chance seemed slim. Maybe Faith would even forget about Stacey? Her thoughts were constantly inturrupted by the noise of Faith sucking.

Inside Faith's mouth, Laura was spluttering and trying to catch her breath. Faith's tongue battering her face was like insult to the fact that she was pinned in Faith's cheek, unable to move. Finally, the pressure ceased and the tongue wrapped underneath Laura, bringing her to rest in the middle of Faith's mouth again. Laura got to her hands and knees and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She looked up, toward the entrance to Faith's mouth. She noticed that the teeth had almost closed again, making it hard to pass them... but also that the saliva level was rising rapidly once again. Desperately, Laura scrambled forward, but was caught up again in the current. This time though, instead of being swished around and tasted, she was drawn backward rapidly toward Faith's throat.
"Faith!!!!" Realising immediately what danger she was in, she screamed. As Laura was washed past the curve of Faith's tongue she lost sight of the mouth she had been inhabiting for the past few minutes, and in a panic tried to climb. Her slick, naked body found no purchase. It was over in a matter of moments. She was pooled with some saliva at the entrance to Faith's throat, throwing herself upward as frantically as she could. Then, with a deafening gulp sound, Laura was dragged downward. Swallowed.

In the bowl, Stacey heard that dreaded sound. She whipped her head around the corner of the cheese she was sitting behind to see Faith exhale deeply with her mouth open once more. That signalled the end of another of Stacey's friends. Perhaps they were still alive in Faith's stomach, but now all hope for them was lost.

Laura stayed conscious as she was propelled down Faith's esophagus. She was unable to raise her arms from being pinned to stop her descent, or even scream. After a moment, she fell headfirst into Faith's stomach, landing in a soup of acids and food in states of decay. Finding solid ground, she stood up, the strands of fluid cabling from her naked body. She realised she could hear screaming that wasn't her own, and noticed the curvy form of Regina. She was screaming and fighting the stomach wall, and reality caught up with Laura. In horror that she might be digested, Laura made her way over to Regina to help get Faith's attention.

*BURRRRRP*

At that noise far above her, Stacey got furious. Maybe there was one last chance to talk sense into Faith. As suicidial as the plan may seem, it might save herself and her friends. Stacey got up, and stomped out from behind her cheese.
"FAITH! CAN YOU HEAR ME? DON'T PICK ME UP!" Stacey yelled as loudly as she could. Faith seemed to register that she'd heard Stacey. Upon hearing her voice though, Faith looked down and smiled faintly before reaching toward her. Stacey dashed back behind the cheese, and Faith's fingers closed roughly where Stacey had stood. Peering around the corner, Stacey watched as Faith brought her fingers up near her face and studied them. She slowly opened her fingers, apparently needing to see if she had caught Stacey. This turned into a full minute of Faith studying her open hand from all directions. Stacey figured that if she was this doped up then avoiding getting caught might not be so difficult, although if Faith were sober they wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. Faith's gaze wandered over to the bowl once more. Stacey ducked back out of sight, and hoped that Faith wouldn't search for her. Maybe if she was able to hide for long enough, Hannah would return!
The cheese Stacey was leaning against shot into the air.
Falling to the ground in surprise, Stacey quickly recovered and looked up at Faith. She was putting the piece of cheese into her mouth, and looked down once more. Directly at Stacey. Stacey started sprinting as Faith's hand started moving. She made it behind another piece of cheese just as Faith's fingers closed where Stacey had been seconds before. Her heart was pounding. As Stacey stood out of sight, her cheese cover suddenly tumbled across the bowl, hit by Faith. It was another harsh reminder of how insignificant she was, that something 5 times her size could be moved so easily. She didn't have time to contemplate it though, as she looked up to see Faith's fingers descending. She dodged the fingers and darted off toward another piece of cheese closer to Faith, wishing that she had more cover available. There were only 3 pieces of cheese left. Looking up, Stacey saw Faith's hand fly past her and the fingers descend just a few metres in front of her, anticipating her movements. Stacey fell backward onto her butt, desperately trying to gain traction with her legs to stop herself. She came to a stop just shy of the fingers, got up, and sprinted back where she had came. She was literally running for her life, and all the while Faith was making loud sucking noises as though reminding Stacey of the horror that was in store. At the moment she was running away from Faith so couldn't see where the hand was, and let out a yell of shock as the fingers suddenly landed around her. One of the fingers was at an angle, and Stacey managed to vault it as the fingers closed around empty air once more. She dashed behind the cheese she had been running to and stopped, panting. Faith's hand was extremely fast, but her fingers were thankfully much slower and dodgable. Daring a glance from behind her cheese, Stacey saw Faith staring at her own fingers once more, seeming confused. Stacey had come so close to getting caught, and definately couldn't outrun Faith forever. But she was frustratingly out of options. She briefly considered hiding inside some cheese, but then figured that plan could go wrong very swiftly.

*GULP*

Stacey heard Faith swallow once more. She got ready to run, since the other two pieces of cheese were on the other side of the bowl, and Faith might grab Stacey's cover first. Sure enough, Stacey's cheese vanished upward, and Stacey sprinted.
"Oohhh!" Stacey heard Faith exclaim. She risked a look at Faith as she ran and saw Faith placing the cheese in her mouth while staring at Stacey, her hand moving toward her. Stacey skidded to a stop just as the fingers closed in front of her. Circling around them, she took off once more. The fingers darted at her directly, and Stacey leapt in reaction. She didn't land back on solid ground, but instead found herself caged by Faith's fingers as they had pinched the air below her. Stacey tumbled out of the prison of fingers easily, before they shot upward. Not waiting to see what Faith did, Stacey closed the remaining distance and hid behind more cheese. Peeking out, Faith was studying her fingers again. Stacey was relieved, but was out of breath and her heart still pounded. She hoped her luck continued, but that time she had practically been in Faith's hand! Catching her breath, Stacey didn't risk taking a look and felt a little safer while she could hear Faith sucking.
*THUD*
A noise came from outside the bowl. Stacey's spirits lifted, as it could have been the front door and Hannah! Her hopes were dashed immediately as her cheese shot into the air, lifted by Faith. She moved the cheese outside of the bowl and dropped it.
*THUD*
It was immediately apparent that Stacey was alone in the bowl without any cheese, and Faith was smiling down at her, still sucking away. Stacey got into a ready position, prepared to run and dodge for her life. Instead, Faith's other hand pushed down on the edge of the bowl closest to Faith, and Stacey became hopeful again. If she pushed it down far enough, Stacey could escape the bowl! Stacey began to carefully step way down the increasing angle of the slope towards Faith. Faith pushed the bowl down far enough for Stacey to climb out of the side, but didnt stop there. The bowl continued to get steeper and steeper, forcing Stacey to get down and try to stop herself from losing control.
"Faith, STOP!" Stacey cried, but the incline continued. With a scream, Stacey lost her footing and slid downward. She tried to stop herself but ended up tumbling over and over. With painful abruptness, she landed on her back on the now flat side of the bowl. Stacey opened her eyes in time to see Faith's giant fingers grab her by the middle.

Stacey was raised into the air, screaming. She came to rest in front of Faith's face, which was serene and almost angelic with her curly golden hair. By contrast, Stacey was kicking as hard as she could and pulling at Faith's fingers, desperately trying to escape. Faith brought up her other hand and squinted.
"NO! No, no, DONT!" Stacey yelled, but Faith didn't react. Faith grabbed Stacey's shirt, pulling it upward and off her. Faith let the tiny garment flutter to the ground.
*GULP*
After swallowing her cheese, Faith licked her lips. Stacey struggled ever harder, knowing that Faith wanted Stacey inside her mouth. As food. She was licking her lips in anticipation. Stacey wrapped her arms around her body, protecting her bra. She was trying to delay her undressing and therefore her eating as much as she could. Faith opened her mouth, unintentionally giving Stacey a horrible view of her teeth and tongue, and how much the thought of eating Stacey was making her salivate. Stacey was thrust forward. Her eyes widened in surprise, and before she could say anything she was inside Faith's mouth with her butt and legs left hanging outside the lips. Apparently Faith wasn't bothering to undress Stacey, although all she had left on was her underwear and short shorts. Stacey kicked with her legs as hard as she could while pushing backward, watching Faith's giant tongue snake around in front of her. To Stacey's disgust and fear, the saliva level began to rise.
"FAI-MMPH!"
As Stacey tried to cry out to her giant friend, saliva engulfed her and an intense suction followed. As Stacey tried to push with her hands, she immediately felt how useless it was. It was like trying to stop herself getting pulled by a truck. Her hair whipped around her face and her bra was pulled from her body to get tangled in her hair. The next moment, it vanished somewhere deeper inside Faith's mouth before Stacey could grab it. Not that keeping it would have helped.
Stacey tried her best to escape the impossible force she was facing. She thrashed, twisted, and kicked her exposed legs as hard as she could. She felt herself moving outward, and was encouraged. She tried to brace her feet against Faith's mouth but couldn't reach, as she slid back inward. Kicking and bucking again, she slid back out slightly. Stacey kept this up, trying to find the best way to shift herself outward, but she kept gaining then losing ground. The saliva coat on her waist made her skin switch from freezing to warm as it was exposed to air then brought back into Faith's mouth. Stacey began to tire, and despite the seriousness of her situation, stopped fighting for a moment to gain some energy. It was then that she realised.
Faith was rhythmically sucking her in and out like a lollipop. Stacey's actions were doing nothing.
Enraged, Stacey just began to thrash without purpose. With Faith's tongue licking away at her breasts and face, the sheer indignity was unbearable. As Stacey was throwing her tantrum, Faith slowly sucked Stacey's legs inside her mouth until they were past her lips with a final slurping sound. Stacey had realised the danger she was now in, and was trying to push herself backward, but Faith deftly flipped her up and turned her around with her tongue, getting the hang of manouveuring her food. Stacey barely got her bearings before the suction returned, and her slim body was tasted and swished around Faith's mouth. Although she had kept her shorts, it wasn't much comfort now that she was afraid of being eaten alive.

Faith savoured her latest bit of food. Stacey, but from the cheese bowl. She looked down and noticed that the cheese bowl was now empty, and so leant back and put her feet up on the table. She closed her eyes, savouring the moment.

Stacey was getting more and more desperate. She knew the longer she stayed in Faith's mouth, the more likely she was to be swallowed. She had to escape, but how could she possibly? She was getting tossed around, tasted, and was absolutely drenched in saliva. In the brief moments that Faith wasn't enjoying her skin, she barely spent a few seconds making her way toward Faith's lips before being collected and played with again by Faith's tongue. Once more, Stacey came to rest. She looked around, and noticed that there was much more saliva around her now than when she had first been slurped up. Suddenly, she was slammed upward. Pinned, she tried to wriggle free, but was glad she didn't manage to, because seconds later there was a loud GULP sound as Faith swallowed her saliva. The tongue relaxed, and Stacey wondered if Faith had intentionally spared her. Not waiting for more tasting, she rolled off the tongue and got herself underneath, where she began to desperately kick and punch at any part that looked sensitive. As she braced herself against Faith's closed teeth and kicked, her assault was cut short by a deafening tone.
"HMMM MMM MMMMMM MMM"
Stacey, with her hands covering her ears, realised that Faith was actually humming. Her attacks were doing nothing whatsoever. The tongue whirled around and it's tip dislodged the tiny Stacey. Saliva rose again, and Stacey was once again sucked on while having her body rubbed and tasted.

Leaning back, Faith suddenly wished she hadn't run out of cheese. But she didn't want to get up.

Stacey was pinned, having her head battered by the tongue's tip as it manipulated her breasts. Then all at once, she was released from the roof of the mouth, slid backward quickly down the tongue, and realised she was barely in the mouth anymore. Stacey barely registered that she was at the entrance to Faith's throat when suddenly it opened, dragging her downward with a pool of saliva.

"Stacey!" Faith called out. "Can you get me some more cheese?"

Inside the stomach, Laura and Regina had given up on battering the walls. They had taken to trying to reach the stomach entrance, but it was proving difficult. The stomach acids had begun to intensify, and were burning their skin. As they slowly found solid footing and tried to reach what was their ceiling, the stomach ring opened. Stacey came barrelling through, causing the other girls to cry out in dismay. She splashed into the acids, before immediately getting up and making eye contact. Before any of them could speak, everything lurched.

Faith waited for a few seconds, but didn't get a reply from her roomate. Sighing, she lay down on the lounge with her head resting on a pillow. Soon she dozed off, unaware of who she had just eaten. Within her stomach, the entrance was now submerged and the girls found it immposible to wry open. Unable to stand on dry ground any longer, the girls yelled their loudest to no avail, before passing out to be digested.

[jack27]

Fantastic work. I really enjoyed this, especially that you included more detail for the internal scenes.

I really liked this story, it was well worth the wait. Faith's casual indifference was quite chilling. Especially when described from the point of view of the shrunken girls.

There aren't many stories about inebriated predators. Or people who wouldn't normally do that except for the altered state of mind. And I think you pulled it off well.

Though my headcanon is that she may have had something else in addition her cruisers and pot brownies.... brownies make you hungry that is true. But to cause that level of dissociation... I think she might have snuck some acid and/or shrooms aswell haha

[LazySWV]

Thanks for the compliments, and yeah, that's true about her overdiscombobulation! It was fun to write about though!
I enjoy writing about inebriated predators, it makes things more plausible I think. Im trying to provide something more realistic than the two main types of predators, the sociopaths who are enjoying getting away with murder, and the Felaryan childlike complete lack of empathy.

[jack27]

Haha discombobulation, I like that word ^^ such a good term for it.

Yeah and seeing something with a different sort of predator is indeed refreshing. Not that I don't like sociopathic giantesses. They can be fun, and even written well, but there are only so many variations on a theme. And there is an endless amount of content like that.

So it's nice to see something that is a bit different from what I usually see. And anything with shrunken women is always a plus.

I've been enjoying your stories for awhile now. And look forward to seeing what you'll do in the future =)

[LazySWV]

Here we go again, but a short one this time. I'm experimenting with a new type of predator, but I guess I normally try to do that anyway. I guess I mean that it's not really my comfort zone.

Let me know what you think!

The Chocolate Bath Interrupted

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Laura - Tall, slim, sexy but dignified law intern.


Laura finally got home, and dropped her briefcase on the floor with a dramatic sigh.
"Hello? Anyone home? Tom? Phil?"
She heard silence as expected. Her roomates weren't meant to be home for a couple of hours at least. Slipping out of her heels, she tossed them with her feet to land by the door, and went into the kitchen. Getting a small tub of chocolate mousse from the fridge, she stuck it in the microwave to warm it up, and went into her room to get changed. Her work clothes consisted of a rather tight fitting business suit, which fit her slender frame neatly. She was slim and tall with long legs, so any suit she tried to look modest in just looked a little baggy, so rather than fight it, she decided to wear it. The result let her catch many staring at her legs or butt. As she slid down her skirt and began to unbutton her shirt, she pondered getting a longer skirt for the hundredth time. Although she was blessed with beauty, it meant that she fit a sexy secretary stereotype perfectly. Unfortunately, she was studying law and working in an internship, so she knew that she probably should have been aiming for respectability. Stripping down to her underwear, she felt much less stuffy, and made her way back to the kitchen in better spirits. Grabbing her mousse and testing it with a finger, she was glad that it was warm but not hot. That suited her purposes perfectly, as she was feeling particularly decadent this afternoon to work off some stress. Heading back in to the living room, she put the mousse on a table in the corner. Amongst some of the clutter she retreived a kit with some shrinking potion, and grinned with anticipation.

It wasn't long before Laura was crouched on the table in her underwear. Although she felt (and looked) awkward due to her height, she waited patiently. After a minute or so, she shot down in size until she was roughly an inch tall. Stretching her now diminutive figure, she didn't quite have the curves of a barbie doll but her lean figure was nevertheless impressive. Walking over to the mousse, she reached behind her back and undid her bra. With a smile, she dropped it to the table's surface with one hand. Climbing some pre-placed junk, she hoisted herself over the edge of the plastic tub and slid her legs slowly into the brown dessert. The sensation of the mousse at this size was unique. It was semi-solid but parted when pierced by her legs, and as she slid slowly into a fold, it reformed around her body. She wriggled downward until she was in a reclining position, and lay her arms across the surface. She let out a deep sigh of contentment. Grabbing a handful of the mixture, she ate a mouthful, thoroughly enjoying the chocolately taste. She was warm, and comfortable. And while normally she was a clean person, for now she could get as smeared with chocolate as she liked, and just wipe it off afterward before showering. She might even doze off, so long as she didn't sleep for too long-

*BANG*

The unmistakable sound of the front door opening made her jump. "Fuck", she swore to herself. She briefly panicked, wondering if she was in any danger, and whether she should drink some of the shrinking antidote nearby or just hide her partial nudity.
"Laura, you home?" A male voice yelled out.
Laura recognised the voice as one of her roomates. Good. At least she wasnt going to be discovered by an intruder, though she couldn't give a meaningful reply anyway at this size.
Tom rounded the corner from the small foyer into the living room, and his eyes immediately fell on her tub of mousse and it's occupant. His eyes widened, and he grinned in pure glee. Asshole. This was the second time ever he had caught her doing this, and he had obviously been looking and hoping to find her in this situation again. Laura folded her arms, hiding her nudity.
"Hey guys! Laura's up to her little tricks again!" Tom yelled to someone outside the house. Laura groaned.
Tom and his brother Phil, her roomates, lingered around the doorway to gawk from across the room. And if that wasn't bad enough, they were joined by a middle-aged lady and a little girl around 10.
"So mum, this is our tiny roomate Laura! She has little to do with us..." Tom said through a grin.
"Yeah! Quiet as a mouse most of the time." Phil retorted. The woman, to her credit, hit Tom in the arm. All Laura could do was glare at them. If she tried to tell them to leave she wouldn't be heard, and they would probably just ridicule her further.
"Why is she in chocolate?" The young girl asked innocently. The brothers had to pause for laughter, before Tom could reply.
"She probably tastes better that way! Not that we've been able to catch her to find out!" Laura rolled her eyes. She wasn't sure which she hated more, the wide-eyed astonishment of the young girl oggling her private moment, or the inevitable ridicule from the boys. Who knew what lecherous thoughts were going on inside their heads?
The mother slapped Phil in the arm this time and glared at the two in an effort to shut them up.
"We're going to head out into the backyard Laura honey, so you can get yourself decent. Off you go boys!" Laura couldn't have been more relieved to hear those words. The boys groaned with exaggeration, and began to shuffle off, but Laura had had enough of glaring at them. She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. This was meant to be a great opportunity to unwind. Instead, she would have to shower and get dressed again, robbing her of a solitary afternoon and some of the expensive shrinking potion to boot.

Laura felt a blast of warm air ruffle her hair. Opening her eyes, she saw the terrifying sight of a giant billboard sized face staring at her. It was the little girl, still looking astonished. She must have crept over quietly to get a closer look. Covering her bare breasts in outrage, Laura yelled upward.
"HEY! You get out of this room-"
The girl inhaled sharply. Out of the corner of her eye, Laura noticed a blur of movement. Before Laura could finish her sentence, she barely had time to move her head before the girl's giant hand flashed toward her. Fingers dipped into the mousse and roughly grabbed Laura's body, lifting her upward as the mousse container fell over and spilled. Laura could only shriek in panic at the sudden jerky movements. For a half a second, the girl stared at her chocolate-covered prize clenched in her hand. Laura couldn't raise her voice in time before the girl started running. Laura was flung around wildly, petrified and unable to draw breath in time to scream as the girl raced through the house and to the back door. The girl came to an abrupt stop outside. Adrenaline pumping through her system, Laura got her bearings quickly and stared up at the girl, who was looking across the lawn. Following her gaze, Laura saw that her roomates and their mother were on the far side of the lawn, standing and chatting. Without thinking, Laura let out a piercing scream as loud as she could... but it lasted a moment at best. With more lightning speed, she was brought to the girl's chest where the girl's other hand held open a wide front pocket on the girl's overalls. Laura was shoved downward, her leg painfully scraping against the fabric leaving a smear of chocolate. She landed at the bottom among some biscuit crumbs. Depositing her catch in the cramped heat and dark, the hand quickly retracted. Laura looked up in fear, but once again didn't have time to think as her new prison began to lurch as the girl took off running again. Laura couldn't help but bounce up and down inside the pocket, painfully knocking her knee into her head at one stage. The child's footsteps went from the sound of running on grass to the clopping of wood, and Laura realised they must have entered the wooden children's playhouse, on the opposite side of the lawn to her roomates.

The frenzy of movement came to a stop. Laura came to a stop, landing on her back. A moment passed as Laura lay there panting, until the giant hand reentered the pocket above Laura and groped around. There was little point in resisting, but as the fingers found her and encircled her, she punched at them anyway in anger. Up she rose through the pocket, held between thumb and fingers. Emerging into daylight, she looked up to see the girl grinning in triumph. On the very edge of her hearing, she could make out talking, but any hope of calling for help was pointless. She was at this girl's mercy.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing young lady?"
Laura made the instant decision to be the adult in this situation. Her anger at her treatment by this kid made it easy to sound firm. The girl wrinkled her forehead, worried and confused.
"What do you mean? I caught you..." the girl trailed off.
"Take me back to where I was RIGHT NOW, you hear me?" Laura yelled. The girl pouted, but didnt move.
"But that's not fair! What are you? Are you a fairy?" The girl asked.
Laura hesitated. It was possible the girl hadn't heard of the shrinking potion, but pretending to be a fairy probably wasn't wise.
"No, I'm not a fairy. But you can avoid getting in big trouble if you just put me back where you found me." Laura said, trying to sound reasonable. The girl looked upset, but seemed to accept what Laura was saying.
"But I caught you! Right? My uncle said that they had never caught you before!" The girl sounded somewhat whiny now.
"Yes. You caught me. Good job." Laura tried to sound soothing. "But now you have to put me back."
The girl squinted, looking skeptical. Her gaze wandered over Laura's chocolatey body, and Laura subconsciously covered her bare breasts. The seconds ticked by agonisingly slowly as the girl considered this, when eventually the girl's face spread into a wide grin.
"Ooohhh, I get it! You think because I'm little you can trick me!"
"Ugh!" Laura let out a cry of frustration. "Stop being stupid, kid!" She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth, but the girl just kept grinning.
"You're mean." She said simply.
"Look. Just take me back, and your uncles can explai-"
She didn't get a chance to finish. Suddenly, Laura was rushed towards the girl's face as the girl opened her mouth. Laura's eyes widened as she found herself shot past the girl's lips, which then closed on her thighs. Laura barely had time to process this before it had happened. One second she was staring up at the giant face of a 10-year old, the next she was engulfed by mouth.

As events caught up to Laura, she was instantly furious. This stupid girl just wanted the chocolate from Laura's body, and didn't care that she was a human being. The mouth was stifling and stank of saliva, and the giant tongue she was resting on felt disgusting. Balling her fists, she beat on the tongue a couple of times.
"GET ME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, YOUNG-" Her anger was instantly silenced as the mouth flooded with saliva and the tongue rose to shove Laura against the roof of the girl's mouth. The tongue Laura had been punching began to writhe underneath her, coating itself in the chocolate from Laura's body. It rubbed her shamelessly, manipulating her breasts and shoving her head around without any regard for her dignity. The sticky, slimy feeling of the saliva mixed with chocolate disgusted Laura. She began to writhe and kick with her mostly-free legs in protest. Raising her head in a lull of the tongue and getting a chance to breathe, she yelled.
"STOP!"
It was all she managed. The tongue undulated upward again, and didn't pause in it's chaos. None of this was apparent from outside the mouth, as the girl sucked innocently on her snack. Laura's chocolate covered lower legs were the only clue of her predicament. As Laura kept trying to uselessly punch and fight the tongue, the chocolate washed from her body to combine with the saliva. The level of saliva in the mouth kept rising until Laura was almost submerged, and Laura seriously hoped that the girl knew what danger Laura was in. Suddenly, Laura was pushed to the roof of the mouth and held there. In an instant, all the saliva rushed to the back of the giant mouth to pool in the girl's throat over the crest of the tongue. Laura was amazed that she wasn't dragged along, but very grateful. The next moment, all the chocolately saliva vanished down the throat with a deafening *GULP*.

Giant fingers grasped Laura's lower legs and pulled her smoothly from the slick mouth. Laura fell downward to dangle upside down, held in place by her calves. Rubbing her face and eyes clear of saliva, she found she was facing away from the girl, staring at the wooden wall of the playhouse. More fingers grabbed her forearms before Laura could fight them off, and she tumbled the right way up suspended by her arms. She was held there, now facing the giant grinning face of her tormentor.
"THAT was DISGUSTING!" Laura yelled. "How could you DO THAT TO ME? WHY would you put me in your- UGH!"
Remembering the chocolate, Laura trailed off.
"Can you PLEASE just take me back now?" Laura didn't phrase it as a question. She had had enough of being treated like an object.
"Nuh-uh." Said the girl with a shake of her head, still grinning.
"Why NOT?!" Laura demanded.
"I'M the one who got you, not my uncles! I'M the one who gets to eat you!" The girl said, matter-of-factly.
Sudden realisation hit Laura.
"That was just a JOKE!" I LIVE with them, Tom didn't mean that!" Laura was fighting to stop herself sounding hysterical.
The girl just rolled her eyes.
"DUH, you were in chocolate. You're just being silly. Goodbye!" The girl was clearly done talking. Laura couldn't believe her ears.
This idiot kid thought she was food?
"HEY...!" Laura realised she didn't even know the girl's name.
The girl opened her mouth and raised Laura above her face. As Laura danged her chocolate-covered legs above that disgusting maw, she realised that at her size, she was indeed small enough to be swallowed by this girl. Whole.
"WAIT! I can prove I know your uncles! I just- STOP! BITCH! GET ME AWAY! EEEGH!" Laura was just wailing hysterically now. Her feet reached the level of the girl's lips as she was lowered down, and she managed to kick her upper lip a couple of times before she was too low. Her chocolately feet were now skimming the tongue, and Laura was losing sight of the girl's face. Hot breath blew over her as she sank.
"GET ME OUT! HELP! ANYONE! SHES EATING ME! SOMEONE-"
Her panicked words were cut short. The lips closed on Laura's arms, and the girl sucked them inside. On the outside, her face was an expression of pure satisfaction from the chocolate and the reward of her catch.

In the girl's mouth, Laura was in a panic. She didn't doubt that once the chocolate was sucked from her body, she was getting swallowed. While the tongue did it's best to lick up and down her legs, Laura kicked it as much as she could. Getting a handhold on a front tooth among the wall of teeth, she pulled herself forward. Despite how cramped it was, she managed to turn herself around to sit facingthe back of the mouth, and kicked with all her fury at the tongue. The tongue battered at her legs and her flank, but Laura held firm. She even had some breathing room away from the pool of saliva building up. She managed this for many long seconds, before the girl must have gotten frustrated by her actions. Suddenly, the toothy wall she leant against parted, and she fell backward. Facing upward, she noticed that she was now lying across the row of teeth, and could be bitten in half at any moment. Screaming, she threw herself forward again and the tongue smoothly accepted her body. As she slid forward and was tasted, she realised that she was back to square one. This time around, the girl raised her head, and Laura found herself sliding headfirst toward the throat aided by gravity.

Screaming some more, she struggled, but couldn't raise her arms from her sides as the space got tighter. Her body was past the point of no return by now, and her face collided with the throat's entrance. The saliva pooled up, and with a deafening gulping sound from all around her, she was shot downward, hugged tightly by the esophagus. A couple of seconds later, Laura was deposited in the girl's stomach. The first thing she noticed was that there wasn't much room. She had to manouvre uncomfortably into a upright position with her legs against her chest.
"HEY! HEY! GET ME OUT OF HERE! HELLOOOO?" She yelled frantically, but it was becoming hard to breathe. Laura resorted to kicking and punching the stomach wall as hard as she could, but had no idea if it had much of an effect.

During the car ride home, Laura's fight was causing an odd, almost ticking sensation. Despite repeated questions from her grandma about what was so funny, the little girl wouldn't explain what was making her laugh. She just kept giggling and burping occasionally for about 20 minutes straight.

[Fantasia]

An underage pred warning would be nice :/

[observer]

I liked this new one, very short and to the point.

I'm always curious with younger preds like this, what will she think about what she did when she's older and she realizes what she did to Laura? Will she feel bad about it? Will she want to do it again? A mix of both?

[LazySWV]

An underage pred warning would be nice :/

Sorry about that, I guess I just didn't want to spoil the story. But like I said, I probably won't use such a predator again, there's nothing sexy about children.

[LazySWV]

I liked this new one, very short and to the point.

I'm always curious with younger preds like this, what will she think about what she did when she's older and she realizes what she did to Laura? Will she feel bad about it? Will she want to do it again? A mix of both?

You and your psychological hangups! Next story will be a better one, and I'll be experimenting with yet another way of someone justifying vore.

Just a heads up to anyone reading this though, it will be about a month before I can get writing again.

[LazySWV]

A new story. As always, sorry it's been so long. The reason being is that there is just such awesome content out there, and I'm so satisfied with it, to be perfectly honest. This one isn't even one of the cool story ideas I have floating around in my head, just something I was inspired to write.
I've intentionally left the "ex" in this a very vague character without even a name, so it could be a self-insert if you want to think of it that way. Sorry for those people who are going to think that it ends too soon, maybe one day I'll get hungrier for something more than vanilla vore

To skip to the action, search for "once again, Jess was"

French Snack

Spoiler: show

Jess = Busty college girl moping about her rival stealing her ex's affections
Sarah = Jess's blonde best friend
Gwen = Jess's rival, a slim French exchange student

Sitting on her bed in her small dorm room, Jess was in a foul mood. She had been for a couple of weeks now. Since the start of the year, she had transferred to this college to be closer to her ex and their mutual friends. She sometimes wished that she felt otherwise, but couldn't deny that she wanted him all to herself. Things had been going well at first. In some ways her still treated her like a girlfriend, and there were times when they flirted not-so-innocently.
But then Gwen came into the picture.
Thinking of *her* once again, Jess got up from the bed and opened her cupboard door to look at her figure in the mirror. Grabbing her DD breasts in both hands, she hefted them up and down slightly. Gwen was barely a C cup in comparison. Her rival may have assets of her own, but although they were very different body shapes, Jess still came out on top, in her opinion. She had a bright smile with dimples, long redish-brown hair, and a petite hourglass figure. She was a little on the short side, and had thick thighs, but her ass was at least perky. She was especially proud of her breasts though, and knew that her ex was a fan.
Jess sighed. Gwen was French. She had transferred here to study English, and that accent was something Jess could never compete with. The glasses she had to wear made her seem even more sophistocated. Closing her cupboard and climbing back on to her bed, Jess turned on some emotive music with a remote from her nightstand. She hugged her legs. What could she do about her situation? Could she possibly forget about them both? No, she wanted him too badly...
Over the music, someone knocked on her door.

"Go away." Jess said. She wasn't in the mood for seeing anyone, but luckily her voice hadn't broken when she spoke.
Regardless of Jess's request, her door swung open. In marched Sarah, her best friend. Although she was blonde haired, blue eyed, and buxom, Jess didn't quite consider her as attractive as herself. Feeling judgemental in her anger, Jess ignored the giant grin plastered across Sarah's face.
"Get out, I'm not in the mood for whatever this is." Jess stated.
"It's okay! I brought something that will definately cheer you up!" Sarah said cheekily. To Jess's annoyance, Sarah shut the door behind her. She sat on the far end of the bed.
"I got you a little French gift!" Sarah claimed excitedly. Jess's stoney face of annoyance contorted in anger at how obliviously selfish Sarah was being. Not only that, Sarah wasn't carrying a bag and didn't seem to have pockets.
"What do you even mean? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't want to be reminded of that frog fucker." Jess said icily.
Undeterred, Sarah reached into her bra...


Gwen was terrified. Minding her own business, she had been tricked into being shrunk by Sarah. She had shrunk before on purpose for fun, but this time it had been against her will. As if that wasn't bad enough, Sarah had snatched her up rather roughly. Although being small meant that people became more durable, vertigo and a fear of falling relatively vast distances were still important. Not that her shrinker had seemed to care. She had just snatched her up, given her a quick study, and then shoved her inside the cup of her bra. It was a nice bra, white cotton, but Sarah had done all of this while ignoring Gwen yelling at the top of her lungs. She must have then taken off walking, because Gwen was in constant motion. At her tiny size, Gwen was very uncomfortably rubbed against the underside of Sarah's breast, especially as her clothes rode up. The up and down motions seemed to indicate Sarah was using stairs. Giving up on trying to make herself heard, Gwen simply tried her best to remain in place to avoid slipping out and tumbling to the ground. While this all might just be a prank, she was quickly getting sweatier all over from Sarah's body heat. Eventually, the motion ceased, and Gwen heard some muffled speech as Sarah talked to someone. Gwen then heard the loud ruffling of the bra being moved, before giant fingers appeared, groping around to fish her from her prison...

As Sarah withdrew a tiny figure from her bra, Jess's expression went from a frown, to curious, to hesitantly excited. Held but still fearfully clinging to Sarah's fingers was a tiny girl... and not just any girl. It was Gwen herself. That slim figure, that short hair, the glasses... Jess's grin widened to match Sarahs', while Gwen went from disorientated to shocked and fearful. As Sarah held her there, Gwen gathered her bearings and shouted up toward Sarah's face.
"O-KAY! This isn't fair! I do not want to be here at all! That was disgusting in there... hey!"
Her tiny voice cut out as Sarah moved her down to the bed, dropping her down to the soft covers. She landed on her back in a heap. Propping herself up on her elbows, gazing up at the giantesses before her, Gwen looked between them while breathing heavily and alert. She was a mixture of scared and angry, not sure what to expect.

Looking back to Jess, Sarah noticed that she was now looking positively gleeful and a little sinister, as she unintentionally loomed over the prize between them. Sarah figured that although she would like to see what these two might get up to, Jess would be more comfortable with some privacy. Hopefully this might make her happier than she had been lately. As Sarah got up off the bed, both girls looked toward her.
"Well, I'll be off. Have fun you guys!" Sarah said cheerfully. As she walked backward toward the door, the last thing she saw was Gwen running across the folds of the bed toward her, yelling something, waving her arms, while Jess just kept grinning. "Thank youuu Sarah!" Jess sang. Sarah left, the door closing again with a click.


With the closing of the door, Gwen spun around to face Jess. Although Jess hadn't moved, Gwen couldn't help but slowly back away. Jess was grinning as though it was her birthday, her dimples giving her a really cute smile, but Gwen knew that Jess could be really spiteful when she wanted to be. Gwen kept her gaze squarely on Jess, even though being tiny meant that even just gazing around at giant things could be a thrill. She wasn't sure how she should react, because Jess wasn't giving any clue to her intentions... was she going to pick Gwen up at all? Would she respect her as a person? Maybe she...

Suddenly, Gwen lost her footing, and realised that she had still been backing up without thinking about it.
"Aaaiii!" She cried out, and luckily the blankets of the bed sloped toward the floor under her. She heard Jess laugh at her misfortune and she tumbled downward, half-sliding down the blanket wall until she finally landed for the final time face down. Not much worse for wear, she only had some uncomfortable burns where the blanket had rubbed her skin on the way down. Getting up on her hands and knees, she adjusted her glasses, just as giant fingers grabbed her just under her arms.
"AAhhhh!" With a scream of shock, she was lifted upward and turned around to once again see Jess's giant smiling face, as Jess retreated back from leaning over the edge of the bed to against the wall in a sitting position. Gwen simply moaned in distress now that she was motionless, and once again faced off the giantess.

Jess looked over the tiny girl suspended between her fingers. She was wearing a red singlet and black shorts, and her legs dangled freely. Jess admitted that they were nice legs, long, tanned, and slim. Gwen's waist was slim too, which Jess couldn't quite boast about herself. Despite what Gwen had been through, she still had those glasses. As Gwen gaped up at Jess's face, she looked quite cute with her short hair, but maybe it was just her toylike size. Jess felt a pang of jealousy toward this tiny girl, and remembered that this girl was pretty much at her mercy. The girl that was now staring downward into Jess's cleavage.

"Oh, so you feel like another boob ride?" Gwen flinched at Jess's sudden loud question.
"Of course not! Put me down!" Gwen yelled upward in her French accent. Jess could see that she was angry, but her position between Jess's fingers left her uncertain. Jess ignored her.
"Well, if you're going to do that again, we wouldn't want to get your clothes all sweaty!" Jess declared. Gwen looked outraged, and then noticed Jess's other hand reaching toward her. Jess couldn't stop grinning as the tiny girl began to kick and batter at the intruding fingers with her fists.
"No! How could you! This is so stupid! Just stop!" Gwen cried, but Jess pinched the bottom of her top and easily pulled it from her. She extended her arm outward and dropped the tiny red piece of clothing, and both girls watched it flutter downward to the floor with vastly different expressions. Ignoring Gwen's protests, Jess then reached in again and pinched Gwen's bra, and with a painful amount of force for the tiny girl, pulled it until it snapped. She tossed the tiny broken garment to the floor.
"Okay little one, are you ready?" Jess said enthusiastically. She moved Gwen to dangle over her cleavage.
"No! Are you crazy? Get me away from there!" Gwen kicked her legs ineffectually as she stared down at the gap between Jess's giant breasts in revulsion.
"Oh well! I don't fucking care!" Jess said cheerfully.
As Gwen gaped at her in horror and rage, Jess's fingers parted, and Gwen dropped. Gwen let out a brief squeal before landing in the groove between Jess's breasts, and slid to a stop. Looking up, she frowned as Jess pushed out her chest in an effort to see her captive. Gwen tested the fleshy walls beside her, and found them firm and dry, but if she spent long enough in Jess's cleavage, experience told her that sweat would follow.

Above her, Jess began openly laughing at Gwen's predicament. The motion made Jess's chest shake, causing Gwen to lose her footing, making Jess laugh even harder. Gwen grasped at Jess's flesh and pushed with her legs to stop her fall, but successive heaves of Jess's chest dropped her further and further. Jess just kept on laughing, making Gwen furious as she slipped. It wasn't long before she had fallen below the level of Jess's shirt and began to get wedged. Instead of just trying to stop herself slipping, Gwen tried to climb as she was getting more and more enveloped.
"HAI-YA!" Jess boomed above her. Suddenly, Gwen was slammed downward with inertia as Jess sat up and did a sitting leap. She was now stuck, her entire body encased between Jess's breasts with only her feet free.
"Oh wow, this is priceless! I can't even see you anymore!" Jess taunted with glee.
Content and completely relieved of stress now that her rival was stuck between her cleavage, Jess stretched, forgetting her earlier worries. Still feeling Gwen squirm about, she reached over to her dressing table and grabbed a bag of hard jelly candy. Leaning back, she simply enjoyed the music, the candy, and her toy. Gwen however was anything but comfortable. Although she could move her feet, Jess's choice of underwear was not doing Gwen any favours as she was pressed on all sides by the cleavage-inducing bra. The air was getting rapidly humid, making it hard to breathe. Not only that, the shared body heat was making her sweat already, but Gwen was counting on that to hopefully lubricate her way out of this hell. While she waited and continually squirmed in indignation, she realised she could quite clearly hear Jess's body processes. She must have been eating, judging by the swallowing noises. As Gwen listened, she could hear Jess's stomach to her left, as it faintly growled ready to process food. Despite the warmth, Gwen shivered in disgust.

For several minutes, Jess happily ate her candy. She couldn't stop grinning. Sometimes, she could feel Gwen stop moving as she probably got tired. Then, Jess would simply bump her breasts or wiggle her chest a little, and the sensation of Gwen shifting around would begin anew. Now though, she had reached the end of the candy bag.
"Well, I hope you've been having fun down there, 'cause your time's up!" Jess announced. Gwen didn't squirm in response. She might have been trying to talk, but Jess couldn't hear anything. Wanting to actually see Gwen to taunt her again, Jess grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up to hold it under her chin. The moment she parted her breasts though, Gwen shot downward slick with sweat.
"Woah!" Jess cried out. She accidently let go of her shirt and it tumbled downward to cover her again, and Jess lost sight of Gwen as she landed on top of Jess's leg. Lifting her shirt again with one hand and feeling around with the other, Jess couldn't immediately find where Gwen had gone after she had landed. Getting frustrated, she swung herself around onto a hands-and-knees position, but still couldn't find the tiny girl around her legs anywhere. Glancing up to widen her search, she noticed Gwen standing on the edge of the bed next to the wall. The tiny girl was looking at Jess over her shoulder while panting furiously, and jumped down into the gap between the bed and the wall as soon as their eyes met.
"Oh, you sneaky bitch!" Jess was enjoying herself, but now had to find Gwen among the junk under her bed.

Gwen's heart was going a million miles a minute. After that eternity stuck between Jess's breasts getting hotter and hotter, she had been prepared and eager to be released. The humiliation had been bad enough, but she also had to endure the gurgling and groaning of Jess's stomach as it digested whatever she was eating. So having slid down Jess's stomach slick with sweat, she luckily had tumbled down the outside of Jess's thigh instead of into her lap. Adrenaline allowing her to instantly get her bearings, she sprinted across the slightly hilly bedcovers to where the wall met the bed and looked back. Jess had trouble finding her, but it still took the threat of Jess finally spotting her to give Gwen the courage to jump. Falling into the dark void was terrifying, but she got extremely lucky. Not only did the bedcovers slow her fall without sending her tumbling into the wall, she landed on a blanket being stored under the bed. All the breath ran out of her as she landed square on her back, and although she saw Jess's arm reach down the gap to find her, she couldn't move. At first she was terrified that she had broken something, but as she caught her breath, she found that she was remarkably painless, if a bit stiff. Jess's giant groping hand couldn't reach far enough down to her position as Gwen stared upward, and she heard Jess give out a "Grrrr" of frustration.

Gwen lay there in the dark, bare-chested, as her eyes got used to the gloom and her breathing steadied. There were plenty of things under the bed, and she could hear Jess move her massive form off of the bed onto the floor. Presumably by the noise she had started to move things aside to try to find Gwen, and torment her some more. With a monumental effort, Gwen slowly stood up. Looking around, she realised that as much as she didn't want to spend any more time with Jess, she didn't want to be attacked by a giant bug or spider either. With that thought, she began to get really scared. She *hated* bugs of any kind, and the thought of one hiding somewhere nearby freaked her out. With renewed speed, she ran to the edge of the blanket she had landed on. Keeping Jess to her left and the wall to the right, she slid down to the ground and saw a free avenue along the base of the wall to get out from under the bed. She took off running, scared, expecting a spider to jump out at any moment.

As Jess shifted things out from under her bed one piece at a time, she reflected that her mood still soared. Instead of being annoyed that Gwen had slipped under the bed, Jess had been planning to organise all of her junk anyway. She grinned once again. Having a shrunken Gwen handed to her had been the best thing to happen to her in a while. Having a sudden thought, she walked over to her desk and rummaged through her makeup. Finding a pair of tweezers, she figured she was now better prepared to dig out any pests she might find. Spinning around to face her bed with renewed anticipation, she was somewhat surprised to see Gwen running along the wall, out from under the bed. Gwen seemed to be running from something, and somehow hadn't spotted Jess. As Gwen slowed, stopped, then leant against the wall to catch her breath, Jess walked over and got down on one knee in front of her. Gwen's eyes went wide with panic, but she seemed torn between running away from Jess, or staying away from the bed. She didn't have the time to make a decision though. Jess defty closed the tweezers around Gwen's middle, lifting her from the ground as she screamed.

Once again, Jess was sitting on her bed, admiring a freshly-caught tiny Gwen that was hers to do with as she pleased. Gwen was still topless, clad only in her black shorts. She wasn't covering herself, instead holding on tightly to the tweezers grasping her. Her (relatively) long legs hung motionless, since Gwen didn't dare try to free herself at this height.
"O-kay, this is getting a bit ridiculous! How about you turn me back?" Gwen said with an incredulous laugh.
"Nope! This is way too much fun!" Jess replied.
"Wh-what? Well, when?!" Gwen stammered.
"I don't know. Maybe I won't?" Jess said with a shrug.
Gwen forgot her nervousness at her predicament and got mad.
"Well, what the fuck! I'm not a slave! I'm not a pet! You've got to let me go sometime, just do it now!" She demanded. The sound of Gwen's voice with that cutesy accent was something Jess loathed, and it wasn't doing Gwen any favours now.
"Alright, I'm just going to be honest, I don't want you to worry." Jess said simply, while Gwen just looked impatient. "I don't really want you around anymore..." Jess trailed off.
"Yeah? So? Get me out of here then!" Gwen yelled almost in panic.
Jess's grin was getting more and more sinister, and Gwen couldn't help but struggle a little as she felt increasingly unsafe.
"Jess! Let me go!" Gwen insisted, but the metal tweezers wouldn't budge.
"Let me put it this way. I just want your help with one little thing..." Jess said soothingly.
"What?"
Jess brought Gwen uncomfortably close to her face. The sheer size of her features was very intimidating, and Gwen winced.

"I'm pretty hungry, and I've never tried French food before!" Jess stated triumphantly.

Gwen felt a grip of terror. She couldn't help but stare at Jess's mouth, as it spread into a grin once again. Her thick red lips revealed rows of dangerous white teeth.
"Y-you're going to taste me?! That's disgusting!" Gwen cried out in fear and shock.
"Oh no, honey. You're going all the way down!" Jess smirked as she traced a finger down her neck and into her cleavage.
Gwen was speechless. She just stared into Jess's eyes in complete shock, looking for any kind of insincerity or compassion. Jess seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself though.
"Got nothing to say huh? Oh well!" Jess said dismissively.
Jess opened her mouth wide, and moved the tweezers and their captive toward it. Gwen only had time to let out a brief "AIIIIII!" before she was halfway inside the mouth, her bare breasts and torso resting on the tongue. The lips quickly snapped shut above her hips, leaving her legs dangling. Jess could still hear Gwen screaming inside her mouth, as she began to punch Jess's tongue with her cute little fists. It was the funniest thing Jess had experienced all day, and sitting there with Gwen's legs dangling from her mouth, she began to laugh uncontrollably. Her "food" punched and pushed frantically from inside her mouth, but despite her laughter, Jess kept her lips sealed.
Finally calming down, Jess stopped laughing. Gwen wasn't tiring in her assault, but Jess was unfazed. Delicately, she probed around with her tongue to feel out where Gwen was. It was enchanting. She ran the tip of her tongue up Gwen's tiny body, feeling around where her breasts were. As she paused to rub them, she felt tiny hands push and punch, presumably in disgust. Jess could faintly hear angry words from inside her mouth. Moving her tongue upward, she found Gwen's head, and rubbed it gently. Gwen wasn't so talkative when Jess did this, as she was probably trying not to get a mouthful of saliva. Recoiling her tongue slightly, Jess aimed where she thought Gwen's face was, and gave a quick right-to-left movement. Feeling the tip of her tongue connect, Jess giggled at the thought of tongue-slapping Gwen in the face. More indignant tiny words followed from inside Jess's mouth.

Breathing in through her nose, Jess prepared her mouth. She pressed Gwen against the roof of her mouth and began producing saliva. Gwen seemed to stop yelling, but it didn't matter. A moment later Jess began to gently suck on her body while slowly rubbing Gwen. Jess was amazed at how good she tasted! The whole French food thing was just to taunt the tiny girl, but her taste actually made this a great idea. Jess rubbed her tongue around Gwen as much as she could, getting all of her flavour. She could make out the tiny girl's anatomy as the tip of her tongue moved from one side of Gwen's waist to the other. Gwen's arms were in constant motion, sometimes pushing, sometimes battering at the tongue's sides. Jess was inadvertantly shifting Gwen's breasts around as her body lay on Jess's shifting tongue. Gwen must have been elevating her head, because Jess could usually only notice it when she took a moment to flatten her treat against the roof of her mouth. Jess wanted to throw the tiny girl all over her mouth and taste her as much as she could, and it would be so easy to just slurp her legs up... But one more taunt would be pretty satisfying. This position of total power was intoxicating, and Jess was surprised that she felt a little turned on. Pausing her sucking motions, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off.

As Jess reached up to her mouth and grasped Gwen's hips, the girl stopped struggling. It probably also helped that Jess had stopped sucking on her. With a wet slick sound she withdrew Gwen from her mouth, to hold her in front of her face once more. The girl was coated in saliva, and rubbed the stuff from her face and eyes as soon as she could. Jess realised that Gwen's glasses were gone, either stuck somewhere in her mouth or swallowed with some built up saliva. Jess hadn't even noticed! Now that Gwen could see again, she was removing saliva from her hair and her arms, but was still a sorry sight. Gazing upward to Jess's giant face, she looked furious.
"Why the fuck did you do that to me? How would you like that, if I did it to you?" Gwen demanded.
"You're kind of adorable! So tiny, yet still thinking you have any choices." Jess said. Gwen just folded her arms, angry, but not speaking.
"I hope you had as much fun as I did..." Jess cooed.
"I'm not stupid! I know you're just trying to scare me!" Gwen yelled angrily.
"I don't think you realise how much I like having you in the palm of my hand, sweetie!" Jess said this while reaching up and peeling back one of her bra cups. Gwen noticed, and watched in disgust as Jess began to massage her own breast. This act of intimacy shook her tentative feeling of security.
"Any last words before I pop you back in for good?" Jess asked innocently.
"You... you're disgusting! Let me go, you bitch! You're crazy!" Gwen yelled, and hit Jess's fingers with her tiny fists.
As if on cue, a loud gurgle came from Jess's stomach. Gwen looked even more horrified.
"It looks like my belly's thinking of French cuisine!" Jess said jovially. She lifted Gwen above her mouth, tilting her head back slowly.
"WAIT! STOP! You can't do this!" Gwen screamed. She kicked her legs furiously, and tried to push herself lose of Jess's fingers.
"Actually, you're right..." Jess's giant mouth below her said. The mouth closed. Gwen was moved away slightly from Jess's face, and Jess lowered her head to see Gwen more clearly.
"R-Really?" Gwen asked, her voice shaking. Jess's giant eyes squinted at her. As Gwen was staring at Jess's eyes, she didnt notice Jess's fingers reach up and grasp her tiny shorts. Gwen barely had time to look down before Jess tore them downward off of her legs, leaving her clad only in her panties.
"They would have tasted awful. Well, in you go!" Jess declared sweetly, and Gwen was shoved legs-first into that horrible mouth with absurd speed. One moment she was suspended watching her shorts flutter to the ground, the next she was halfway into Jess's mouth, as Jess's fingers left her to her predicament.
"NOOOOO! You're not serious! Get me OUT!" Gwen demanded, but Jess wasn't listening. She just removed her bra and lay back with her head on the pillow. From Gwen's perspective, she couldn't see Jess's eyes anymore, just her giant nose. Gwen let out a "Eeep!" of shock as Jess's tongue began to rub her legs, and below the ridge of Jess's chin she saw Jess slowly massaging her boobs with both hands.
"Jess! This is SICK! GET ME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH!" Gwen shrieked. There was no response from Jess. Gwen put her hands on Jess's plump lips, and tried to push herself outward, but the lip's grip around her waist was supertight. Gwen desperately tried reaching down toward Jess's chin to get a handhold and pull herself out, but couldn't reach anything to get a handhold.
A deafening "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" came from the mouth below Gwen. It was halfway between the appreciation of something delicious, and a sensual moan. Jess's disgusting tongue rubbed all around Gwen's legs as she kicked around inside Jess's mouth, and Gwen could see Jess still rubbing her breasts.
"JESS!" Gwen screamed, and got no response again. Gwen righted herself again, and tried to push downward with her hands to rise from the lips in vain.
"JESS! DONT EAT ME! GET ME-AAAAAAAA!!" Gwen's scream was cut off as she was sucked between Jess's lips with a loud SCHLORP noise.

Jess found herself getting more and more excited. She wasn't into girls, but hadn't considered how much she would be enjoying this situation until it was happening. Inside her mouth, Gwen was climbing the incline of her tongue, trying to escape. She wasn't having much luck, and was yelling something indistinctly. On a whim, Jess decided that now she would suck on her treat, and so she did. She raised Gwen to the roof of her mouth, pinning her writhing body. Pooling up saliva, she began to suck and get Gwen's flavour. Gwen was so completely under Jess's control, and she deserved it. Jess could't imagine anyone else she would rather have inside her mouth. Gwen continued to push at Jess's tongue with her hands and legs ineffectually as she remained pinned. She just tasted *great*! Letting out another low moan, Jess realised that Gwen's panties had been sucked from her body and were in a barely perceptible heap on her tongue. Pinning Gwen safely, she pooled her saliva and the panties, and swallowed it all. Jess hoped Gwen thought she was going down her throat just now. She couldn't imagine the terror Gwen must have been feeling, but she loved it. Jess opened her mouth to catch her breath, and as she felt Gwen scrambling up her tongue again, she couldn't help but smile.
"Help! Hellllppp!" Gwen's faint voice came from inside Jess's mouth. Jess could picture her, soaked in her saliva, all dignity gone. For a moment, she considered going to the mirror, but got a better idea.

Inside Jess's mouth, Gwen was having a really tough time climbing Jess's slick tongue. Being naked and covered in saliva didn't help, but it was a matter of survival. At her size, Jess could swallow her whole, and was cruel enough to do so. After another wasted moment trying to grasp for the shifting tip of Jess's tongue, Gwen finally got some hope. The entire mouth shifted downward almost to level out, and the mouth opened further. The view outside the mouth had shifted too, and Gwen squinted to see what was going on... Outside, she could see Jess's phone as she was recording a selfie of her mouth. She could see herself, gaping at her own image, and she looked awful. Her naked body wasn't so bad, but the saliva plastering her hair to her head looking disgusting. Forgetting her appearance, she overcame her shock and remembered her predicament with a burst of energy. Scrambling madly and gaining a little traction, she crawled forward and reached Jess's bottom teeth. Hauling herself forward, she reached out again and grabbed the bulge of Jess's bottom lip, while trying to push off of the tongue with her feet. Almost half of her body made it past the lips... until they snapped shut again. Gwen let out an "AHH!" of surprise, but didn't have time to do anything else before she was slurped back up again.

Done with filming, Jess tossed her phone further down her bed. She was feeling a strange mix of lust, playfulness and hunger. She pushed Gwen into one side of her mouth and assulted her with her tongue, unable to stop herself from giggling as she felt Gwen ineffectually try to stop her tongue from rubbing her body. Lifting Gwen from her cheek, Jess sucked on her some more as she passed the tiny girl from one side of her mouth to the other. Her flavour was heavenly, and Jess moaned in pleasure. As she imagined what Gwen must be feeling trapped inside her mouth, Jess couldn't help but reach down to her crotch, and discovered that she was already wet. Her arousal was strange, but she didn't question it. Masturbating freely, she moaned as she once again rubbed Gwen with her tongue. She stopped sucking for a moment and just tumbled Gwen around in her mouth, getting more aroused and teasing her clit faster and faster. As she did this, bizzarely, her stomach growled. Despite her arousal, she laughed, and felt Gwen scramble with the opening of her mouth. Pinning the girl with her tongue, Jess moaned, and felt her face flush. The thought of Gwen able to see out of her mouth yet doomed as food was bringing her close to orgasm. Jess panted, air rushing in and out around Gwen. Closing her mouth, Jess released Gwen and breathed furiously through her nose. She could feel that Gwen was on all fours, crawling forward. However, with each breath, Jess tilted her head further and further backward. Gwen must have noticed the incline, for she responded to herself slipping with a desperate burst of energy. She was scrambling to gain distance from Jess's throat as hard as she could, and Jess could even hear her faintly yelling. Whenever she got too far forward in her mouth though, Jess shoved her backward. Jess kept masturbating furiously. Finally, Gwen couldn't overcome Jess's tongue and slipped. Jess felt her tiny morsel slide to the entrance to her gullet, and with Gwen's panicked tickling she couldn't hold back anymore.

Jess swallowed Gwen... and orgasmed.
Jess could feel Gwen rapidly slide down her esophagus. She was active the whole way, probably fighting as hard as she could.

Jess lay there, exhausted. She was sweating all over, and felt immensely satisfied. She felt like resting, but was still horny... and it was mostly because she could feel Gwen in her stomach. Her rival, her delicious piece of French food was probably kicking and punching her stomach walls. She might have been swearing and yelling too, but Jess couldn't hear a word of it. Jess wondered how long she would survive in there. It was turning her on...
Getting an idea, she grabbed her phone in order to message her ex. Maybe if she hurried, she could get him into her room, and seduce him while Gwen was still fighting to escape... maybe she could get him to feed Jess something to send down to Gwen, before sex... Jess shivered at the thought.