This time, the story came quickly to me and I had the entire scenario planned out before I even began to draw. I could probably have written even more, but decided to stop here. I have returned to the same theme from last week, about a shrinking flu which have shrunken a bunch of unfortunate people. I mainly got my ideas for this from TinyHunter, who write about this as the main topic for his/her stories. So, if you like the idea, check out TinyHunter’s gallery, or just read my own little story right here:

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"Alright, this should be the correct address. Just knock on the door, and you, Lisa!" Lisa told herself, straightened up, and gave the door a gentle knock, once and twice. Footsteps quickly followed, and the door opened, revealing a mature woman and a man, probably her husband, in the background.

“I’m Lisa, your, ehm, babysitter.”

The woman looked her up and down first. “I suppose you are. Come in.”

Lisa stepped inside a pretty modern house, mirroring the building’s façade. It was mostly white and sparsely decorated, though she could see they had made a few attempts to add less fancy furniture, making them clash with the overall impression.

“It isn’t a regular babysitting job per se,” the woman began, making Lisa worried before the explanation came. “Almost my entire family was hit by the shrinking flu. It turns out most of them had an unfortunate genetic composition that made them extremely vulnerable, causing them to shrink.” The woman opened a door to a room where over a dozen model-sized houses were placed neatly on tables, fully equipped with gardens, outhouses, and even shops. “My husband and I took them in, along with a few friends who were also unfortunate enough to get sick. The government is paying us to take care of them most of the time, but today, said government wants a meeting about our experience so far. Your job is to watch over the house while we are gone for the evening. There really isn’t much to do, but in case of an emergency, like a fire, these people need someone who can come to their aid. Other than that, there isn’t anything to do other than look into the room from time to time. The TV has Netflix, and food is in the kitchen.”

The woman knocked hard on the wall, and the sound made the shrunken people leave their houses, letting Lisa see them for the first time. It was mostly young people and a few families with children.

“Guys, this is Lisa. She will be on guard duty while we are gone. We won’t be home before eleven tonight. Understood?”

A few tiny voices replied, and then they went back to their houses.

The woman and her husband left five minutes later, leaving Lisa alone. But ten minutes with Netflix and her thoughts were already elsewhere. She left the TV and went back to the room with the shrunken people. What these people did inside their homes was a tiny mystery. Had they been built like real houses, just much smaller, or were they repurposed dollhouses? Lisa wanted to peek inside one of them to see but was unsure how to approach this or even start a conversation with the shrinkies.

Luck was on her side. She caught sight of a young woman stepping into her garden. She was the cutest little thing, with long brown hair, a white blouse like her own, a grey miniskirt, pantyhose, and heels.

“Hi there!” Lisa said, waving her hand at the shrunken woman.

“Hello there!” she replied back. Her voice was low, so Lisa had to bend over to hear properly. “What can I do for you?”

“Eh, nothing really. I was just, you know… curious.”

“About what?” the woman asked, not unfriendly.

“Ehm…. I haven’t really met or seen shrinkies… Sorry, shrunken people, for real before, so I am curious about how it is.”

The woman smiled and went to the far end of her garden—the table the house was seated on—to make it easier to hear. “I’ll gladly tell you. It isn’t often we meet new people these days. Despite everything we’ve got here, we can’t go out as often as before.”

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The conversation was interesting, and Lisa was able to sate much of her curiosity regarding the life of shrunken people. One point was that only people under the age of forty or so had shrunk, leaving them to wonder how age affected the shrinking virus. But there was also another thing that kept burning stronger in her mind. She had read about it on the internet at first, rumors of people eating shrunken people, swallowing them alive to assert their dominance over them. Or just as a bet, or to see if they could do it. The comments all said the experience was like nothing else and out of this world. Lisa had been horrified at first, but then curiosity got the better of her. The very idea stirred something in her—a wish to try it herself. And unexpectedly, she had the opportunity presented before her in the form of a cute brunette in a miniskirt, no bigger than her finger.

She couldn’t possibly? Lisa looked at the clock on the wall and back to the talking woman.

“Hey, what are you… set me down, please!” the woman said when Lisa suddenly lifted her up. “I prefer having both feet on the ground. Ehm… Lisa….?”

Lisa opened her mouth and quickly shoved the woman inside. There were so many shrunken people here; surely, no one would notice if just one went missing? The lower half of the woman stuck out between her lips, and her legs kicked as if they were on fire. From inside her mouth, she could hear the shouts and screams. She really didn’t taste much, and Lisa guessed it was because she was covered in clothes. She was about to suck in the rest of her when suddenly one of the tiny heels flew off and bounced against a window. Lisa, who was still at eye-level with the window, immediately discovered a young man staring back at her from the inside, horror written on his face.

Lisa cursed mentally, slurped the woman fully inside, and swallowed. The process to swallow someone demanded three powerful gulps in order to send the victim past her uvula and down her throat. Her neck bulged slightly, but she could surprisingly feel every tiny wiggle and movement the woman made until she passed the collarbone.

“Shit!” Lisa mumbled. She didn’t want any witnesses, and she had been stupid enough not to ask the woman whether she actually had a family inside. Now she had to get rid of the witness, preferably in the same way, she thought while tasting her tongue. The man ran to hide somewhere inside his house, but the doll-sized building gave her little resistance when she pried it open and found the man trying to hide in the bathroom.

“Sorry, but I don’t want any witnesses, so you better come too,” Lisa said apologetically. But instead of swallowing him right away, she decided to strip him first. Stripping a shrunken person wasn’t easy, but she finally managed to peel away his clothes until he was naked. She put him in her mouth and let her tongue properly taste him. The taste was underwhelming. She should probably leave a comment on the internet, warning others who wanted to try this about how shrinkies were being culinary overestimated. After just a couple of minutes, where she let her tongue explore every micro inch of his body, Lisa swallowed him, sending him to his girlfriend, or wife.

Lisa had every intention of leaving the rest of the shrinkies to their own devices, but a tiny thought kept her from leaving the room. The man didn’t taste much, but she really didn’t get a proper taste of the woman, did she? She was, after all, fully clothed. After a few minutes of internal debate, Lisa decided to find another house and peeked inside a window. There sat a busty teenager in front of a computer screen, clad like a cosplayer. She wore a pair of tight, black panties—or shorts (they were so skimpy that Lisa didn’t really know), a tight matching top with fur, and black strings on her legs and arms. On her head were two furry ears. Definitely a cosplayer.

Carefully, Lisa opened the roof. The teenager was too confused to even try to leave. Not even when Lisa picked her up did she offer any resistance. She only asked what was going on before Lisa promptly shoved her into her mouth. This time, Lisa took her sweet time properly tasting, but the busty teenager proved to be fiery, making it somewhat difficult. Eventually, she had managed to curl the bra into a tiny string, allowing Lisa to taste the boobs, which tasted rather pleasant. Then she tilted her head and gulped. The squirming bulge slipped down her neck, traced by Lisa’s finger, when the door to the teenager’s house opened.

“Sis?” A boy entered the room, confused, before looking upwards where he saw Lisa’s revealing throat bulge.

“Shit, did you eat sis?” he screamed. Lisa had no other option but to get rid of him as well, making a short process this time by adding him to her stomach without further ado.

He had barely entered her stomach when Lisa remembered that where teenagers were, there usually also were parents!

Five minutes later, both parents were united with their children, and Lisa patted her belly, feeling her stomach contents squirm.

Lisa’s pulse quickened as she scanned the miniature neighborhood. She had now devoured two entire families, but her thoughts kept circling back to the shrinking flu victims still tucked away in their tiny homes. Her stomach groaned with a mix of anticipation and the lingering thrill of conquest. Her hand hovered over the next house, hesitating for only a moment before she pried off the roof with a determined flick of her wrist.

Inside, a man and woman were huddled on a couch, their tiny eyes wide with terror. They screamed as Lisa’s massive shadow enveloped them.

“No, please!” the man shouted, his voice cracking. “We have kids!”

Lisa bit her lip, her hesitation fleeting. She carefully plucked them from their tiny furniture, ignoring their frantic struggles. “Don’t worry,” she muttered darkly. “You’ll all be reunited soon.”

This time, she took them both in at once. Their muffled cries filled her mouth, vibrating against her tongue. One by one, she swallowed them down, feeling each bulge slide into her stomach.


She should leave the rest of the shrinkies alone, but….

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“Shitshitshit!” Lisa stared at the clock again, desperately trying to make her jeans fit. Half an hour ago, she had unzipped them to feel less restricted, but now as her belly had grown to look like she was eight months pregnant, she simply couldn’t close the zipper or tighten the belt. Her belly had swelled dramatically and every squirm and kick from within made her shiver, never in her life had she felt so bloated as now. She patted it gently, savoring the feeling.

“Boooarp!” Lisa let out a terrible belch, one that saw loose panties and shoes shoot from her throat and land inside the open hole in a roof. Her belly wiggled and squirmed. She was way too full after stuffing herself with every last shrinky she could find. Granted, eating some of them was bound to give Lisa a bad conscience for a long time, but she would have to dwell on that later. Now she needed to get out of the house before eleven o’clock. And as she sprang out the door with a round, bouncing belly, she doubted she would get paid or be asked to “babysit” again in the future.

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