An Unexpected Gift.
 You sit down, staring at the box at the end of the table. It's pretty damn illegal to purchase one of these, let alone...use them... You check the note it came with.
 "I saw it and I thought of you. Hope you enjoy!" It was written by "an admirer". Did people even do that anymore? Apparently so.
 Maybe it was a trap. No, you'd checked for hidden cameras, and besides, you didn't have any enemies. Well, that one chick who works at that bakery doesn't like you, but not enough to go through the risk. Right?
 No, it was someone close. Someone who had a suspicion, someone who saw you gazing a bit too long on "New Fetish Realized- They Call It 'Vore'?" Or licking your lips in a different sort of way when you saw a particularly juicy woman walk by.
 But that didn't matter now. What mattered was that you now had a box of lab-grown miniature human beings. "Tinies", as they were affectionately known in the industry. Genetic engineering had recently skyrocketed, and underground laboratories had sprung up everywhere, fucking with the human genome to fulfill thousands of fetishes. Police raids on labs that created furries were so common it didn't make news anymore.
 Someone close to you had an in.
 You considered turning them in, briefly, but you'd never do that to a friend, and besides...
 They were all girls, all your type. The hair, the body type- everything. Tailor made for you. You realize you've been drooling when a line of it hits the table. No, there was only one thing to do.
 You pulled one of the canisters out of the metal box. It was about the size of the bit of cardboard inside a roll of toilet paper, and the girl in it fit right in. She was in cryostasis, for safekeeping. Your heart beating, you push the button on top. With a hiss, she's thawed.
 The various companies always claim their Tinies have animal-level intelligence, but you don't buy it. The way she looks at you, the crushing fear and despair, you know she's just as intelligent as you or your friend.
 She runs to one edge of the table and looks down, reeling. You watch calmly as she scurries to the other end. Still nothing. She realizes slowly that there is no escape, just in time for your normal-sized hand to reach over and pin her naked body down. She squirms like a trapped insect, making soft pleading noises. You're caught up in it all, though. You pick her up, squeeze her gently. She yelps. She's a bit larger than bite-sized, about the size of a toy car, but you can fit her. You stretch out your tongue like a red carpet and slowly draw her in close.
 You push her into your waiting maw. She pleads in the gibberish of someone with no language and grasps at your mouth and lips, but she finds no strong hold. You slowly draw your mouth closed and her body is pushed between your palate and tongue, lying prone. You feel her spasm and squirm, a futile, last ditch effort.
 You gulp.
 She finds herself being slowly pulled down. Her feet are snagged first, sealing her fate. She claws at your tongue as her body is drawn in. You can feel the contours of her body in the back of your throat. At last she slips all the way in. You put your fingertips to your throat and feel her body slowly slip down your esophagus. Steady and slowly, you feel the lump hit your gut. She has stopped squirming now- probably passed out from lack of oxygen, or just given up.
 You pull out another capsule. There she is, frozen in sleep. She looks similar to the other Tiny you swallowed, but not quite the same. An idea creeps into your mind, and you pop the canister, whole into your mouth. You tap the button with your tongue and with a hiss she pops out. Terrified and confused, she finds herself quickly separated from the capsule she was frozen in. You spit it into your hand and toss it aside, too swept up by what you're doing to care where it lands. You open your mouth a crack- just enough for her to see light for the last time, just enough for her to know what's going on. With that your mouth clamps tight and you take a gulp. There is no softness, no gradual pull- you quickly force her down, her body bending and contorting to be more compact. She stops moving sooner than your last.
 You pull out another canister. There's so much more you could do with her... no, there are only six. You don't want to use them all in one go. You slip the canister back in it's spot and close the box. You can hear your stomach grumble and start to churn with acid as you look for a good spot to hide the large container. Perhaps you'd invite your friend over one day, or maybe you'd keep them all to yourself. Either way, you're going to enjoy this gift to the fullest.