Something
vaguely tugged at Dave’s awareness, like a quiet sound gently
stirring him from his sleep. Only it wasn’t a sound, it was a
sensation; the feeling of something moving over his skin. Gradually,
he began to wake further, and he realized that he
was the thing moving; slipping through the warmth that surrounded
him.
He
was only half-awake at best when he felt a chilling embrace suddenly
engulf his head and face. He opened his eyes in shock, but was
immediately met with a blinding light

*gurgle*
Quiet,
we’re trying to be sneaky!
Rachel thought beratingly to her stomach. She had been talking to her
stomach a lot over that last couple days, after all it seemed to have
taken on a mind- or a list a will- of its own.
After
alternating constantly between being starving and flat out exhausted,
she felt she could finally see a light at the end of the tunnel. For
the second time now, she had woken up from her post-buffet nap to
find that she wasn’t completely overwhelmed with hunger

“Getting
around as a tiny is such a pain!” Rachel complained, though she
made a conscious effort to keep her voice down. Even at her current
size, sound tended to carry through the open, empty chambers of the
shrinking facility. “This room is enormous! We’ve been walking
for ten minutes and we’re only halfway across!”
“It’s
been about thirty seconds, but you have a point,” Dave replied. “At
least we were small enough to fit under the door- and find the right
room.”
“Yeah,

*snore*
… *snore*…
“Rachel?...
Rachel?”
“Huh!?”
*snore*
“Rachel,
were you actually asleep?”
“I-
I guess.”
“How
can you sleep
in here!?”
“I
don’t know! I was tired!”
*snore*
“Well
you hear that?” Dave asked.
*snore*
“Is
that Sarah snoring?” Rachel asked
“Sounds
like it to me. So let’s get out of here already.”
*snore*
“Ha,
she’s so loud she could wake the dead!” Rachel remarked. Dave
considered pointing out that she had somehow managed to sleep th

“Ugck…
Rachel, was that you?”
“Hey!”
“Okay
fine! I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
“I
should be the one accusing you after what happened before.”
“So
if it wasn’t you and it wasn’t me, does that mean…”
Rachel
and Dave were currently pressed up against each other, in what would
have probably been considered uncomfortably close contact, had they
not spent the last several hours getting over all concepts of
personal space. The two were upright at the moment, which was a n

*squelch*
…
*squelch*
…
*squelch*
The
sound filled Rachel’s ears, repeating rhythmically along with the
contractions of Sarah’s throat as she was squeezed along its
length.
*squelch*
…
*squelch*
*gurgle*
…
*squelch*
*gurgle*
…
*SQUELCH*
She
felt her head press up against a tight opening, the pressure mounting
until it finally pushed her through, the sphincter firmly stroking
down very inch of her exposed skin as she was excreted. She slid a
short distance and then fell, knocking in

The
first thing Rachel became aware of was the sound of voices; dozens of
muffled, overlapping conversations. Next was the uncomfortable
feeling of a hard, stiff surface against her back. She tried shifting
around a bit. Her body felt strange; off in a way she couldn’t
describe.
Rachel
opened her eyes, and as she blinked through the artificial light
shining from above, she quickly realized that her body wasn’t the
only thing that felt strange. Her mind was clouded and slow, her
thoughts heav

Dave
awoke with a start as he felt his entire world lurch. Jarred from his
surprisingly comfortable sleep, he tried to open his eyes only to
find more darkness. Waking up to darkness was something he had gotten
used to over the past couple weeks, but the feeling of something wet
smothering his face was new. He instinctually tried to bring his
hands up to wipe his face, but felt his arms brush firmly against
slick, supple walls that seemed to surround him on all sides. The
walls squeezed in on hi

“Nice
to see you all again too,” Rachel said in reply to the silent,
terrified stares she received from her startled snacks. Having
survived just over a week under the constant threat of the girl’s
hunger, the remaining handful of tinies had all but accepted their
fates, though that never seemed to stop the primal fear of impending
digestion from stirring them up whenever she opened their box.
“Let’s
see…” she mused, the candlelight dancing over her largely exposed
body, covered on

Rachel
was having a bad day. Not bad in the way things usually were, though.
No, that day, things had been bad in an entirely new way. She hadn’t
fallen into another argument with her mother, she hadn’t gotten
scolded by her teachers at school, heck, the bullies hadn’t even
bothered her. No, today she had been plagued by something far more
flustering, far more intense, and far more personal than any of her
normal torments. Something that, even as she sat there quietly on the
bus, continued

“It’s
about time you invited me over,” said Sarah, stepping off the bus
along with Rachel.
“Well
my mom
doesn’t like me hanging out with you and she’s usually home
before I get back from school. But tonight she’s not coming home
till late.”
“She’s
home before you every day? Doesn’t she have- like- a job or
something, like a normal adult?”
“Yeah,
but only in the mornings. She comes home early so she can ‘watch
me’ after school.”
“Really?
My
parents let me stay ho

Rachel
let the front door click behind her quietly as she entered the house,
adjusting her backpack on her shoulders as she cautiously eyed her
surroundings. No one else was in sight, so she started for the
stairs. She managed to make it up a couple steps before she was
stopped by a voice calling out to her.
“Hello?”
The
girl groaned anxiously to herself.
“Yeah,
mom, I’m home,” she called back, hoping that would be the end of
it. It wasn’t.
“Oh,
come here, sweetie.” The voice was

He
had never thought this would happen to him. Sure, he’d heard the
stories in the news- everyone had- but he’d never thought it would
happen to him.
But
it had. The kidnapping, getting knocked out, and then waking up like
this… Now he sat in a nearly lightless box, thrown in with a bunch
of strangers- now fellow victims- and being held against his will.
They
had spent days worrying about what would happen next. The tiny bit of
edible material they had been given- he wouldn’t quite call

“Ugh,
finally!”
Rachel
shut the door to her room behind her, perhaps a little too hard; then
she let her backpack slide off her shoulders and guided it to the
floor, with surprisingly gentle care. She walked over to her bed and
flopped down on her back, letting out a long breath as the comfort of
her soft mattress overtook the discomfort of her school’s annoying
uniform.
It
had been another long day spent mourning the many frustrations of her
life. Even though she was in the youngest age g