Steve was three-inch tall man, he had been small his entire life but had made due and managed to come out on top. He had gotten away from his cruel younger sister, Tulip, who had loved to devour him and now had a family of his own. It was him, his wife Angela, his daughter Jenny and his three-inch son Jet. The only thing wrong with his seemingly perfect life was his daughter, only five years old, had started to make a bad habit of trying to eat him. Steve was tough enough to survive the stomach but being devoured much less by your little daughter was very humiliating. However, he was sure she’d get tired of doing it and stop once she realized daddy just wasn’t food. 

The entire family was seated around the breakfast table the next morning. Jet and Steve had their own tiny plates as the much bigger women in the family ate theirs. Everything seemed to be back to normal, everyone was still in their sleep clothes enjoying eggs and cereal to their preferred dimensions. Steve never noticed that Jenny couldn’t keep her eyes off him and was licking her lips between every spoonful of cereal. It all seemed so normal, Angela was cutting a tiny portion for Jet, Steve was finishing his thimble of coffee. The tiny man let out a content sigh, never noticing his daughter’s chubby fingers until they closed in around him.

Unnoticed by Angela, Jenny snatched her Daddy-dolly up, clutching him tight enough that he couldn’t call out for help. Jenny brought him to her impish, young face and he thought he was going to be shoved into her mouth but instead, she just placed her finger on her lips and shushed him. She wanted him to stay quiet? Well too bad because he was going to be calling her out the second he caught his breath. As though she could sense he wasn’t going to play along, Jenny squeezed him again, forcing all the air from his lungs. After this they were not just going to talk about not eating daddy but how to properly handle him too.

Jenny let Steve go, sending him falling with a tiny splash into her half-finished bowl of cereal. Swallowing a mouthful of sugary milk, Steve thrashed around to get his head above the fluid and call out for help. Jenny brought her spoon down, shoving him back under the milk. Pinned under the metallic utensil, Steve fumed at how helpless he was and how much trouble Jenny was going to be in after this was over. Jenny just smiled at how easily she bossed her daddy-dolly around like it was nothing. She could play with him as rough and long as she wanted to as long as mommy didn’t find out. However, for her still developing mind there was only one thing she wanted right now and that was a tasty snack squirming in her belly.

The spoon lifted from Steve’s back and dove in under him, carrying him out of the bowl along with some of the milk. Sputtering and trying to get air into his sore lungs, Steve grasped the edge of the spoon and peered forward just in time to see his daughter’s mouth drop open and the familiar view of the inside of her maw to fill his vision. Jenny shoved the spoon into her mouth, closing her lips tightly at the top of the handle. Steve remained on the spoon, trying desperately to cling on as the milk sloshed and splashed into the glistening interior of the mouth. Then Jenny’s tongue lifted up and swept over him, taking him down from his perch and trapping him in the soft, wet bottom of the cavern. Steve covered his face as the tongue overtook him, dragging him underneath as the spoon left him behind.

Jenny let out a deep happy murmur as she tasted her Daddy-dolly, the simple gesture sending hot, sweet air blasting past her entombed father. Jenny sucked on him slowly, rotating him around her mouth, feeling him grind against the bottom of her teeth. She giggled softly, delighting in her new favorite game. She started playing with him even more, moving him along her tongue and pushing his tiny body against her tightly pursed lips. Steve just took it, just trying his best not to gag on all the drool.

“Honey, do you have enough eggs?” Angela asked as she finished with one tiny person and went to help another. That's when she noticed that her husband was no longer at his plate. Scanning the table, Angela looked for Steve before checking her own baby. Sometimes her husband clung to her and climbed up her emended frame to surprise her. No husband climbing her breasts right now. Feeling suspicious, Angela looked at Jenny just as she noticed a pair of tiny legs kicking feebly outside her mouth. Steve’s toothpick sized legs bounced off Jenny’s bottom lip, making the girl giggle to herself. Angela just sighed, this was going to be a thing from now on she just knew it.

“Jenny, what’s that in your mouth?” Angela asked slowly, keeping her voice even as she looked at her daughter in disappointment. Instead of spitting her husband out as she expected, Angela watched Jenny slurp his kicking legs into her mouth and swallow as fast as she could. The tired mother following the small but visibly squirming bulge in the young girl’s throat before it vanished into her body. Jenny finally turned to her with a big, innocent smile. “There’s nothing in my mouth, mommy.”

“Jenny I saw your father. You just ate him. Don’t lie to me,” Angela said, crossing her arms under her chest as she leveled a disappointed look at her daughter. Jenny didn’t seem to care as she kicked her legs against the floor and looked downwards. At first, Angela thought the girl was embarrassed and avoiding her gaze but then she noticed that Jenny was staring at her flat, recently filled belly. The little child’s hand went to her soft midsection, rubbing it as a smile formed on her face. She didn’t care that her mom was upset at her, it was worth it to feel her sweet, tasty father squirming around inside her again.

“Jenny look at me right now. Eating your father is wrong. He is not food he is a parent and he deserves your respect and not to be treated like your personal toy,” Angela said, feeling utterly exasperated with her daughter’s behavior. Jenny was off in her own little world, enjoying the fluttering sensations she got as Steve moved around inside her. When she finally looked at her mom, she looked positively giddy.

“But mommy, it feels so nice. I respect Daddy-dolly but he belongs in my tummy. I bet he thinks so too. If I asked him he’d say he loves being inside me,” Jenny said defiantly, lifting her shirt up and showing off her stomach. She grabbed a handful of the baby fat on her waist and jiggled it around, shaking her father up even more inside her. Then in a silly, deep voice, she started talking. “Jenny is right! I love being in her soft, warm tummy and never want to leave. It’s so much nicer than the stupid house, don’t make me leave. Please!”

Angela knew she was supposed to law down the law and make sure her daughter behaved herself but she had never been the disciplinary in the house, that was Steve’s job. For a man the size of her finger, Steve was always the voice of strength in the family and could get most people to listen. That didn’t seem to be the case with Jenny anymore. As hard as Angela tried to stay strong, her daughters' terrible impression of her shrunken husband caused her to break into loud laughter.

“We’ll talk about this later. I’ll come up with a punishment for you after breakfast, for now, I think you’ve had enough to eat and you can go to your room,” Angela said, already turning her focus to her tiny child. Jenny grinned happily, feeling like she had won even though she was being sent to her room. skipping away, she touched her stomach one last time and shivered slightly. She never wanted this feeling to stop, she was going to make sure that her favorite dolly stayed in his proper place, deep in her gut.

Thigh deep in half-digested cereal and warm milk, Steve hugged his sides as everything rumbled around him. When he had heard Angela he thought that he was going to be saved only to be sucked down the tight, slimy esophagus seconds later. He’ll say one thing for his daughter when she wanted to swallow something she wasted no time.

“Angela! Do something?” He called out before losing his balance and slamming into the thick stomach lining. A giggle echoed around him, his daughter enjoying every little move he made within her. What was Angela doing? She had to be stricter, she had to do something to let Jenny fully understand that this was wrong. If she didn’t take a stand then their daughter would never learn to stop and where would that leave them, with another Tulip. He still had nightmares of the many, Many! Times he was swallowed by his baby sister Tulip. He had dealt with one young, mischievous child growing up he was not going to allow another to grow up in his own home.

But what could he do now? Hope that by kicking one part of the stomach he might upset the little girl’s tummy? He was trapped, helpless, and he hated it so much. Kicking away a soggy piece of cereal he sat down and tried not to move around too much. He could at least try to make this as little fun for Jenny as possible. Afterward, things would be very different in this house. He’d see to it.

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Steve groaned loudly, his entire body sore and weak after a week of abuse as he slipped up his daughter’s throat and into her mouth. He laid on her tongue, bags under his eyes as his surroundings shifted around him. Jenny had learned how to expel him from her stomach by simply squeezing her abdominal muscles. It was disgusting and painful as the muscles swept him upwards out of her stomach but it was much better than going out through the other way. He shuddered in memory of all those times taking the back exit from his little daughter’s digestive tract. This was bad but so much better than the alternative.

It had only been a week since the behavior started. Angela called it Jenny acting out, Steve called it being a little monster. He had been eaten so many times, sometimes three or four times a day by his insatiable daughter who seemed to like nothing more than feeling him inside her. He tried to stand up for himself, he acted strict, telling her in no uncertain terms that this needed to stop but he was too puny to get her to listen. Angela had the opposite problem, she had the power to do something but lacked the discipline to follow through. His wife was so used to coddling her children, leaving him to be the tough guy that now that he could no longer enforce his rules there was no way to control Jenny. It was terrible and so far Steve couldn’t figure out a way to make everything better.

Sticking her tongue out, Jenny picked her worn down father up, ignoring how slimy he was as she beamed at him with the brightest, happiest smile. Steve just closed his eyes, he didn’t have the energy to once again scold her and be ignored.

“I have to go to bed now, mommy says that because I’ve been so bad I don’t get to stay up. Can you talk to her and make her change her mind, Daddy-dolly?” Jenny sweetly asked. Steve just gave her a dead stare, not willing to help her out of this light punishment. Jenny just giggled and rubbing the top of his head with her thumb. “That’s okay. having you in my tummy all the time is worth it. Mommy says she wants to talk to you but I can send you back if you want? My belly is always ready to accept you.”

“No, no, I better talk to your mom,” Steve got out, crawling to his feet. He hadn’t spent much time with Angela this week, he hadn’t spent much time doing anything other than stewing in his daughter’s gut. Maybe she had finally come up with a solution to their not so little problem. Jenny needed discipline, or a specialist, or medication or anything to make her stop. Steve felt less like a father every day and more like some toy for the excitable little girl.

“Aaaww, well if you change your mind I’m still here,” Jenny pouted as she headed towards what was supposed to be Steve and Angela’s room. After spending too many nights sleeping in the intestines it was so nice for Steve to see his room again. Angela was there, reading a book in bed, not seeming to be concerned about anything. Before handing him over, Jenny gave her wet, sticky father a big kiss on the head and handed him off, watching him go with disappointment. She had really wanted to feel her Daddy-dolly inside her as she slept tonight.

“Thank you, Jenny, now off to bed. We’ll talk about everything in the morning,” Angela said, barely finishing before Jenny was off. Sighing, Jenny took a tissue from beside the bed and started cleaning Steve up. Closing his eyes, the miniature husband and father let a day's worth of saliva and stomach fluids to come off. He was just relishing the fact that he was in the hands of someone that wasn’t going to eat him.  

“So Jenny doesn’t seem to be able to stop herself no matter what I tell her. Every time I turn my back she’s trying to eat you or going after her brother. I’ve been trying to figure out what we can do and I think I might have a solution,” Angela said once Steve was dry. No longer sticky but no less tired, Steve listened carefully but he had a feeling that whatever she had come up with was not something he’d want to hear. She wasn’t looking at him and biting her lower lip, both signs that she was nervous. Still, he wanted to know what she thought and hugged her thumb softly, showing whatever support that he could.

“If it helps get Jenny under control I’m willing to try anything,” Steve said firmly. Whatever Angela had thought up couldn’t be any worse then what was happening right now.

“I think Jenny needs to get over this phase and the best way she can do that is by being free to swallow you.” Steve was taken aback as Angela calmly explained her idea to him. For a second he was left speechless by this idea his wife had thought up but before he could speak up she covered his face with her index finger to shush him. “I know it sounds… Bad, but it’s for the best. I can’t keep Jenny from eating you or Jet, nothing I say works, so I figure the best thing to do is let her get this ‘eating people’ phase out of her system. It’s fun now but after a few weeks or months she’ll get bored of it and stop swallowing members of the family.”

“You want me to be our daughter’s toy for weeks or months?” Steve stammered, not believing what he was hearing. Angela gave him a stern look, not happy with his outburst. That did nothing to calm him down as he started pacing around on her palm, trying to wrap his head around this truly asinine idea. 

“You won’t be her toy, just her food. It won’t be every day, I was thinking of coming up with a schedule for when she can and can not have you. I think with a little bit of structure everyone will be happy,” Angela said, quite proud of her idea. It came to her when she saw the old chore chart she had made with Steve when they first moved in. It was just like that only instead of him cooking and cleaning every Tuesday and Thursday he’ll be inside their daughter making her happy.

“Everyone will be happy except me!” Steve shouted right in Angela’s face. He rarely raised his voice, mostly because a tiny man screaming at normal sized people just looked sad and pathetic. However, he was angry, very angry. Angela was caving in, she always caved in for their kids, first, it was giving them candy and toys and now it was giving one of them him as their candy and toy. “There’s no way, Angela. We’ll try something else, talk to someone. Maybe my mother has some ideas, she did raise Tulip.”

“We are not going to your mother with this!” Angela sharply responds. She’s always been a bit defensive of her mothering when it came to Steve’s own mother. She tried so hard to prove she was just as good as the woman that raised Steve that she’d rather pretend everything was perfect then let the older woman know she was struggling. Angela narrowed her eyes at her still disobedient husband, 

“Listen, this is for the best. I’m not just doing this to keep Jenny happy, I’m also doing it for Jet. He isn’t as strong as you, he can’t take being eaten over and over again. As long as Jenny has you to keep her satisfied she won’t go after her brother. I’m doing what's best for our children, now get over your own issues and help me,” Angela said, jabbing her finger at her tiny husband to punctuate her words. Steve listened and stewed over everything he was told. He wanted to argue more but also knew how the conversation would go, he’d say no, Angela would get mad, they fight and he sleeps in a drawer all night. They didn’t often argue, they had a great marriage, at least he thought so. However, like with Jenny, he had no power to stop someone from doing what they wanted to him.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning,” Steve grumbled. He hoped that after a good nights sleep his wife would be more willing to listen. Right now they were both tired and testy, now was not the time to be making big decisions. Angela pursed her lips together and said nothing, obviously feeling like there wasn’t anything more to say between them. As far as Angela went the decision was already made, he had no say in anything.

Placed on a pillow beside his wife’s head, Steve tried to stay up for a bit longer, maybe try to clear his head and try and come at this from a different perspective. No sooner was he laying on the soft, warm pillow that he started to drift off. He fell asleep quickly, his last sight being Angela going to bed herself, none of the uncertainty he felt showing on her resting face. Steve told himself things would be better tomorrow even though he honestly had his doubts. Every time he thought things might improve they just kept going bad for him with no signs of any hope. What was he to do, what could he do? Those questions went with him as he fell into a deep sleep.

“DADDY-DOLLY!!!”

Steve was woken up in the worst way possible by having his daughter scream his much-hated nickname at him just a few feet from where he slept. To a normal person, it would be like having a jet engine screaming in your ears. Nearly screaming in surprise, Steve sat up, clutching his chest as his heart hammered in his chest. He was still a young man but all these huge scares were going to send him to an early grave.

“Mommy told me that you’ll be all mine if I’m good. I can only play with you sometimes but when I do I can do whatever I want. Isn’t this great daddy now you can spend so much more time in my tummy!” Jenny exclaimed in a single breath, her plump cheeks red as she nearly bounced up and down in excitement. It was Christmas, and her birthday all in one and she had gotten the one present she had wanted more than anything. She felt so happy she thought she might start crying.

“Wait! Hold on! I was going to talk to your mother before we decided anything!” Steve exclaimed as he contrasted Jenny’s excitement with his mounting horror. He noticed the clock on the nightstand, he had slept in. Usually, he was grateful to get a few more hours of rest but not when Angela was making life-altering decisions without him. 

“Mommy says I get you all of today. I’m always supposed to listen to mommy. You told me that,” Jenny explained, justifying everything to her father as she stopped him up in her chubby hand. Steve huge hung between her fingers, left speechless as it sunk in what Angela had done. He was now Jenny’s all day. This was a nightmare and unlike all of the other times he was in his daughter’s clutches he couldn’t go for help. He was all alone, abandoned by his own wife.

“We’re going to have so much fun. There are so many things I want to do with you now, Daddy-dolly, now that mommy won’t get mad.” Steve whimpered, what did his daughter have in mind that she hadn’t done before to him? She carried him off, out of his warm, comforting bedroom to her own room where they could be undisturbed. Steve felt like he was nothing but a spectator to this nightmare as the fingers around him grew inwards, gripping him harder. When they reached her room, Jenny sat down on her bed and dropped her beloved toy into her palm, staring down at her father with absolute glee.

“Jenny, before you do anything we have to..” She cut him off by shoving the helpless man right into her mouth, closing her lips around his waist and holding him there. Steve stared at her tongue as the tip reeled back like a snake before lunging at him. The huge, pink mass shaved into his face, grinding along him as he was messy licked all over. Jenny held him halfway in her mouth, humming happily as she wiggled him in and out of her maw, making slurping sounds as she toyed with the struggling father. She loved his taste but the way he batted and wiggled around as she tasted him made eating him twice as fun. She pressed the tip of her tongue against his face, grinding it hard into him as she took one last lick before sucking him all the way in.

At first, Steve just laid in her tongue, coughing up spit and trying to get some of it off his face. Then everything shook and he was tossed around. Jenny hadn’t started playing with him, she had just rolled over on her bed, laying on her belly with her feet up as she cradled her face in her hands. If Steve could see her right now all he’d see was an innocent looking little girl but he couldn’t see a thing as all light was cut off inside the mouth. Trapped in the humid, wet darkness, he was once more rendered just a plaything to his own child.

The tongue lifted up underneath him, lifting him carrying him up into the roof of the mouth with a sharp lurch. The palate's bumpy surface dug into his body as the powerful tongue pinned him up against it. It started moving back and forth, kneading his puny body and rubbing his tasty flavor right into the tastebuds. He could feel the drool gushing out, getting everywhere. His clothing was nearly ruined from all the rough treatment inside the maw. He wished that he had changed last night but he had no idea his life would be decided for him before he woke up.

Jenny kept sucking on him, never getting tired of his taste. She did relax slightly when Steve would go limp from exhaustion but then push him even harder upwards, sucking on him until her cheeks caved in and her lips were completely puckered. The suction this little girl had was staggering which was something Steve never wanted to know about his child. When Jenny stopped sucking on him she did not give him a break. He would be dragged along her mouth, slammed into every tooth she had before shoved into the cheek. Jenny would just leave him there, touching the side of her face to feel her daddy squirming under her skin. Then it was under the tongue for him, forced to lie in the pool of drool building in Jenny’s mouth.

“How much longer is this going to go on for?” He asked as he gasped for breath as he was sandwiched between the squishy bottom of the mouth and squishier tongue. Jenny would press him down under her tongue or into the pallet, holding his form as she swallowed all the built up saliva around him. Steve lost count of how many times she did that, every time he wondered if he was going to be swallowed too. Jenny never let him get close to her throat. She just kept toying with him, beating him senseless with her overpowered tongue and letting her Daddy-dolly know who was the boss. 

Steve wondered if this was all he was going to do all day; be his daughter’s personal ever-last gobstopper, when he vaguely heard a voice outside the salivating maw. Angela was calling Jenny for lunch, the little girl had spent all morning with her father in her mouth. Eager to eat and done teasing her toy in her mouth, for now, Jenny prepared to swallow. Usually, she just gulped him down as fast as she could before anyone could stop her but now no one was going to save her Daddy-dolly from going to his proper place. 

Steve felt it happen slowly, the tip of the tongue tilting up a bit higher and his body being allowed to start slipping towards the throat. Even though it would save him from any more time being sucked and slurped he still refused to be swallowed. Call it pride or raw animal instinct but he tried to crawl back up the tongue, clawing and scrambling to keep from going over the edge. It was pointless as he kept going back, feeling his legs kick off the back of the tongue. He could almost feel the esophagus opening up, eager to take him down. He shook his head and fought harder, his squirming only made Jenny happier. Then just as he thought he might be able to pull himself up, Jenny swallowed hard. 

Rippling muscles pulled as saliva was sucked down. Steve’s strength once again meant nothing to Jenny as he was dragged down kicking and screaming. The throat welcomed him with a hug as it edged him towards, carrying him along with the saliva to the empty stomach. It was tight and slimy, the sound of Jenny’s heartbeat growing louder the further down he went. Then he was spat out into the pulsating stomach, gooey water breaking his fall. After hours of torment, Steve hugged his knees and closed his eyes, trying to take some comfort in at least Jenny couldn’t make this even worse. He had hit rock bottom at this point, rock bottom is the bottom of his own daughter’s stomach.

Jenny rushed off to lunch, brimming with joy after a fun afternoon with her father. Her mommy was there with Jet, helping to get him food. Jenny wasn’t happy she couldn’t have her brother in her belly too but mommy said that she could only have Daddy-dolly and that if she ate her brother she would be in big trouble. Jenny was smart enough to know she couldn’t have everything but she bet that if she showed Jet that being eaten was fun he’d ask mommy to let her eat him too.

“Hello, Jenny. How was your morning with your father?” Angela asked carefully. She kept reassuring herself she was doing the right thing and seeing how happy her daughter was helped her believe that. Steve would be just fine.

“Great! And so is Daddy-dolly.” Jenny then lifted her shirt and squeezed her belly, making it shake as she provided a voice for her father. “I love Jenny’s tummy so much! It’s better than my bed! I want to stay inside Jenny all day and night because it's always warm and cozy!”

“Well maybe Daddy-dolly can spend a few nights in your tummy if he likes it so much but only if you behave,” Angela said as she set the plats down. Once her daughter wasn’t looking Angela giggled at her child’s antics. They were just so adorable and it was easier to talk to the tummy version of Steve than the real version right now. He was probably be so cross but if he could see everyone right now then he’d realize the truth, this was all for the best.

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The next few days were grueling for Steve as he settled in the arrangement his wife and daughter had come to. Sometimes things would be normal, he would go to work, watch tv, sleep him his own bed, regular boring stuff but then Jenny would come for her turn with him. It was like he was living two lives, one regular and one as the toy of his own child. He tried talking to Angela about it but she brushed it aside without a thought and if he pushed the topic too much he was punished. His wife didn’t punish him, that would be silly, instead, she just gave him to Jenny early and told her that because she was such a good girl she could have him for a bit longer today. Steve gave up trying to talk Angela out after ending up spending all day and night going in and out of Jenny’s young, hungry body.

Steve could be a stubborn man but even he could accept a bad hand when it was dealt to him. He didn’t give up in so much that he tried to make due, resisting less and trying to find ways to engage his daughter besides being her meal. He offered to play dolls, arts and crafts, even give her some video games to distract her from him. None of it worked as all she wanted was him inside her. It honestly got a bit disturbing how much time she took just teasing him and laying around rubbing her stomach. She was obsessed with having him all to her belly and nothing else mattered. Steve once again found himself at the mercy of his own young daughter.

Whenever it was his time to belong to Jenny she always took him no matter if he was reading, watching tv or even during a call. Steve didn’t fully appreciate how helpless he was to the new schedule until Jenny came to him in the shower. He had his own mini-shower set up beside the sink in the bathroom. He was just washing up after a long day of work when Jenny walked in and reached for him, not caring that he was completely naked. His wet, bare body squirmed in her hand, nearly causing her to drop him before she used her other hand to grasp him firmly.

“Tummy time, Daddy-dolly!” Jenny exclaimed. She called their time together with many things, playing hungry belly with Daddy-dolly, mouth fun and games, Yummy-tasty daddy fun and of course just tummy time. Steve just called it Hell.

“Fine, just let me get dressed,” Steve reluctantly said. What else could he say? It was a waste of breath to tell her to stop at this point just as it was to ask her to go easy on him and not bounce him around in her belly all day. Instead of taking him to his room to get dressed, Jenny just shook her head and pinched his ankle between her fingers. She carried him high into the air, dangling upside down by one leg. Steve gazed down as Jenny tilted her head back, already licking her lips.

“It’s dumb to wear clothes in my tummy. All they do is get dirty and mommy has to wash them. I don’t think you need them so that means you don’t need them.” Steve shook his head at that, he certainly needed something to wear. It was humiliating enough sliding and rubbing all over the inside of his own daughter’s mouth and stomach. It would be so much worse if he was naked. He wasn’t given much of a choice to voice that opinion as Jenny let go of him, opening wide as he dropped right into her gaping maw. He actually hoped this time that she would just swallow him but no such luck as her jaws slammed shut as he entered and he was pinned down by her tongue. Thus began Jenny’s most invasive and mortifying tasting of her dearest daddy.

Her tongue swept up under him, this time taking extra care to ground into his puny body. Steve pushed back, trying to keep it off him but his hands slipped off. He felt her tongue slip down his face to his neck and keep going down to molest every inch of him until it slipped off his feet. He shuddered as the saliva smashed and splattered into very personal areas before he was rotated around and his back was assaulted by the spongy menace. He gave a very high pitched yelp as his buttocks were hit by the tip. Was his daughter literally spanking him with her tongue?

Jenny moved around the house, seeing how different her Daddy-dolly felt without the clothes. He tasted so sweet, all that bare skin rubbing into her taste buds and he was squirming so much more than normal. At that point, Jenny decided she really, really liked snacking on the tiny man in the nude.  

It never stopped for Steve. His naked body continued to roll and fly around within his young daughter’s mouth, never resting as she wanted to both taste and tease every glistening inch of him. He was constantly being compressed, lathered and sucked on by the huge tongue, every time finding a new body part to feel up. He felt violated even though all he had felt was disgust but never before had he felt like more of an animal as he laid curled up in the centre of the tongue, swirled around for the hundredth time before being dunked in more saliva. He was seriously considering just diving for the throat and surrendering to Jenny’s belly. However, even that was not his choice as every time he tried to move the tongue would drag him back to where he was supposed to be. When Jenny finally showed some mercy she let him rest against her front lower teeth, the front of the tongue resting on his lap with the fat tip lazily shipping against his chest. He closed his eyes, a brief moment to fully comprehend his place in the household.

Suddenly, he was flipped over again, this time pushing over the teeth and being deposited in the cheek. Jenny sometimes did this, usually when she needed to rest her tongue or had to talk. Trapped in the slick, pink hollow inside her maw, Steve was blasted by his daughter’s booming voice as she called out, “Mommy guess what?”

“What is it, Jenny?” Angela asked as she worked in the garden. While the last few days had been unnerving and unpleasant for Steve his wife had found them to be very relaxing. She no longer had to worry about her small husband or daughter as they spent quality time together keeping both out of trouble. Steve couldn’t get lost if he was inside Jenny and Jenny couldn’t cause trouble as long as she had Steve. As far as Angela went her plan had been brilliant.

“Daddy-dolly is an even better snack without his clothes. I’m going to eat him naked all the time now,” she giggled, nearly causing Steve to slip out of her cheek. The tiny man screamed out his refusal to that idea but the giggling covered up his feeble protests. Angela didn’t say anything at first, mulling over the best response. She wasn’t happy her daughter was sucking on her naked father, probably leaving her miniature husband even more cranky than normal. However, she had told Jenny she could do whatever she wanted to Steve as long as she was good. If she went back on her word her daughter might revert to her bad behaviour. It was times like this that good parenting was needed.

“Please don’t strip your father when you eat him all the time, Jenny. Those clothes are expensive and daddy likes to dress up when he visits your stomach,” Angela said. There, she hadn’t told Jenny to completely stop and gave her two good reasons. It wouldn’t prevent her from not doing it occasionally but it would make her second guess doing it. Surely Jenny would understand.

“I guess that makes sense,” Jenny said halfheartedly. Maybe she’d let him wear clothing sometimes but only if he squirmed more. Jenny was slowly figuring out that she could make her father do whatever she wanted by telling him she’d be even rougher with him if he refused. He didn’t want to wiggle in her belly, fine, she’d suck on him even longer. He wouldn’t stop screaming, then he’d spend dinner in her tummy. Without even knowing it, Jenny was taking the first steps in fully dominating her own father beyond physically. 

With a shrug of her shoulders, Jenny walked off, rotating Steve so he was back on her tongue. Without a second thought, she swallowed hard. When Steve felt the familiar tug of the threat and the surge of saliva moving backward, he didn’t resist being dragged down. It was still a very unpleasant journey as he felt his naked body kneaded by the undulating esophagus as he was mannered down. He closed his eyes, actually sighing with relief as he landed in the stomach. At least in the dark, pulsating sack, he could almost forget he was naked. 

He was then bounced around, Jenny had grabbed her midsection and was doing her impression of him, her rumbling voice echoing around her empty stomach. “I love the belly so much! I like to rub the walls and make Jenny happy. I know that if I do a good job she’ll let me wear nice clothing when I get swallowed; so I try really, really hard.”

Steve paled, surely his daughter wasn’t threatening him to massage her inner stomach? Jenny was a troublesome child but she wasn’t a mean-spirited brat that would force him to behave or cause him even more suffering. Sure, there was some isolated incident but she was just messing around. Steve assured himself that he had misunderstood her but still he couldn’t take the risk. Reluctantly he crawled forward in the darkness until he felt the wrinkled, slick stomach lining. It dropped with fluids and throbbed as he touched it. He slowly started moving his hands around, inciting a soft firmer of enjoyment from his devourer. The flesh was rubbery and so wet, rubbing it was so gross for him but he persevered.

Jenny started to move around and he slipped forward, his naked body smacking into the giving flesh. He pushed against it and felt everything tremble as Jenny giggled even louder. She liked feeling him hitting her stomach wall. She started jumping around, sending him flying from one corner of the murky, pitch black belly to the next. His nude body slipped all over the fleshy surroundings as he was dragged all over. He squirmed like mad, frustrated, disgusted and so tired of being a toy. As his fists impacted the walls around him giggles turned to full-blown laughter. Steve screamed, was this all he was in the end? Some sick toy to a little girl?

On the outside, Angela watched her daughter bouncing around, sometimes squeezing her belly and pretending it was her father. She thought the whole thing was the most darling thing she had ever seen and went into the house to get her phone to snap a few pictures. Jenny was having the time of his life and Steve was getting in some quality time with his daughter. Angela thought the whole eating him thing was just a phase but she sincerely hoped it was more. She wanted this daddy/daughter time to keep on going.

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Time moved slowly for Steve at first as his life became a routine of normal and then humiliating. He spent so long inside his daughter’s mouth and stomach he knew every crevice, every slippery inch, every part of her digestive system that he no longer felt blind within her. It was terrible at first but slowly his pride dwindled and he no longer felt sickened to be squeezed up against Jenny’s tongue, that's when time started moving faster. Steve slowly learned that you can accept any hardship after long enough.

Months had past and he sat on Jenny’s plate, naked and at her mercy but not afraid. His wife and son were there, not giving him a second look. They weren’t embarrassed or uncomfortable, they were used to this as much as Steve was. Sitting as comfortably as he could on the hard plate, he waited to be eaten.

“So Daddy-dolly, do you want to spend the whole day in my tummy or do you want to come out for lunch?” Jenny ultimately controlled his life when he was with her but she tried to give him choices. Those choices were hers to ignore if she didn’t like them but she was trying to be more considerate.

“Keep me in your tummy,” Steve answered, his voice softer and less confident then it was before the arrangement with Jenny. He didn’t want to spend all afternoon inside the steamy, pulsating stomach but Jenny was going over to her friend’s house today, which meant that if he wasn’t inside her he would be the plaything of all of her friends. Jenny would let her friends hold him and put him in their mouths, their young, eager tongues battering him until he was coughing up saliva. He’d be passed around, only cleaned to be shoved into another hungry maw. They couldn’t swallow him, only Jenny could do that but he was their toy nonetheless. He had accepted his life as his daughter’s property not a bunch of other overexcited little children.

“Okay but you have to rub my tummy really good while you’re in there. No lazing off,” Jenny told him, wagging her finger in his face as though he was the spoiled child. As odd as everything was this had helped Jenny learn to be more responsible as she made sure to keep things under control so she could have as much fun with Steve as she could. She had learned that if you behave and listen to adults good things happen to you. It was a fine lesson except that the good things she wanted were ownership of her own father.

“I’ll be good, Jenny. I promise,” Steve earnestly said. He was far from happy, in fact, Steve considered everything pretty damn miserable. However, he had stopped fighting and was working with his daughter to create a more beneficial relationship between them. One that surprisingly he was learning to live with while not filled with shame and embarrassment. Was he the same man of the house as he was not so long ago, absolutely not. He saw now however what his wife saw, that sometimes you have to be miserable to keep everyone happy. That he could live with.

“Your the best, tastiest Daddy-dolly ever,” Jenny happily said as she carried her father off her plate and towards her mouth. Opening wide, her tongue came out, once a horror to look at, Steve didn’t even blink. Jenny loosened her grip and Steve moved forward, crawling right onto her tongue. He moved on all fours to the middle of her tongue, dropping down so he was lying face first on the spongy muscle. The tongue retracted and Steve saw his world outside of Jenny’s innards vanish as her jaws closed around him. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes and embraced the life he had and could not change as the tongue spasmed and tossed him around.