"Oh, what is that," Lisa said startled at feeling something under her, though she didn't say it loud enough for the rest of the people around her to hear. She got up and turned half way around to see nothing in her chair. Jason felt a bit more pressure on him as Lisa got up. By getting up, her butt cheeks clenched slightly, holding him, wrapped in a bit of her business skirt that was now wedged in her butt crack. Seeing his chance, since he knew he had gotten her to sit up, Jason started squirming as much as he could. He figured there would be no way he couldn't be felt since he was buried in between her cheeks. He was right; she felt him moving.
"Ah! The hell," Lisa blurted out as she reached around, running her hand along her skirt covered ass grabbed the thing she felt moving in her ass crack, also unwedging her skirt from there as well. She sat back down as she brought her hand around to her face to see what she grabbed. As Jason came body to face with her, he just smiled nervously and lightly laughed. Lisa sighed and awkwardly smiled, "Well I wasn't expecting this. Jason, I know we are best friends and that you do have more feelings than just that for me, but my butt crack isn't a very gentlemanly place for you to be found." Jason explained to her his situation and why he was in her butt. Lisa giggled, "Well that wasn't very smart. People, including me, don't always look where they sit. If I hadn't felt you, you'd probably have smothered to death under me. Then I might have got sad at what I unintentionally did."
"Might have," Jason questioned. Lisa grinned, "Well I can't get too sad if my friend is harmed because of his own actions. I know you; you never forget to take your anti-shrink medicine, so you had to have purposefully not taken it. I also know about the little kinks you have, so I wouldn't get too sad if you were ended by my lovely round butt, as it is probably one of your dirty little fantasies, so you would have died experiencing such a fantasy first hand." Lisa then sat Jason next to her keyboard and got back to work as they talked. Jason expressed that his not taking the medicine was just a test, though he wasn't looking to meet his end by some lovely woman. He mentioned how he sought her out, as he felt he was safest with her, seen as he figured that most if not all the other women in the office building would most likely gobble him up on the spot, or save him to do so at lunch.
"How do you know I'm not thinking about such a thing," Lisa questioned with a grin, and then playfully licked her lips, "I just might decide to see what my best friend tastes like, and in the process send him down to my belly if I get too carried away with the experience." Jason eyes widened, thought he couldn't help being a little turned on what she said and her actions. He was also a bit puzzled with how she wasn't acting as awkward around him as she usually was. He guessed that since he was now only four inches tall, it wasn't as big a deal to talk to him, seeing as he wasn't very intimidating to her now, and she basically had all the power in the relationship. He really liked that she could now open up to him.
Jason was curious. He had never gotten the nerve to ask her if she had ever eaten anybody, but he felt the moment was appropriate, so he asked. "Well I'm not some secret man-eater/huntress, or an addict like some women seem to be, if that is what you are asking," Lisa said with a sigh, "I've hardly ever felt like doing it. Though I'll be honest, I have eaten two people." Jason inquired to here the stories. "Well, my first was my younger sister. First off I'll say that I come from a very straight forward family, and my parents were of the mindset that with ones actions, one should expect to get the appropriate thing that is coming to them. So, back when I was 18 around, summer time before college, my sister turned 16 and we found out that she didn't have the power. She had always been somewhat of a brat, always pestering me and taking my stuff. Before she turned 16, her antics got to me so much, that she didn't want to hear my complaints and that I should just handle each situation myself as they happened. But an interesting thing happened when she came of age and she didn't have the power, during the times I did complain to my mother about my sister, she started calling my sister in and telling her that she shouldn't harass girl's that have the power, that I may be her sister, but I might just decide to devour her to be rid of her. A few times I think my mom gave me winks of approval to do so if I wanted. My sister just scoffed at the notion every time."
Lisa continued, "So one day, when I was making a sandwich for lunch, she came in and purposefully knocked it on the floor when I was getting other ingredients for it. So, I decided then and their to end her. I shrank her and put her on a new sandwich with lettuce, cheese, and tomato. She was still petulant and bratty while heading straight for my mouth, though I held back and didn't chew her. I slurped her in whole and swallowed her with the first bite, with the rest of the sandwich piling in on top of her, though, she was able to get free, as I ended up feeling her moving, beating on my stomach walls. The funny thing was, my mom came in right after I finished lunch, and asked where my sister was. She actually grinned when I lifted my shirt and patted my belly to answer her. She ended up putting an ear to my belly, and told me that she could here her still throwing out insults instead of dialing it back and begging. So, my sister ended up as a bit of fat on me."
Jason urged her to continue. Lisa finished up, "The second time was a bit more lighthearted. I had a cute nerdy guy that was my lab partner in the basic biology class in college. It took him all semester, but he finally asked me out on a dinner date, though not like I thought. He begged me to make him my dinner one night after class. He gave me all the money he had, and asked me to take him to a restaurant nearby, order what I wanted, and then shrink and sit him on my plate and eat him like he was just another bit of food. He was always so nice to me and helped me with my biology course work, that I felt it was the right thing to do, to make his greatest dream come true. Well maybe just his latest dream, as he told me before I took him there, that he had for the past couple months actually had dreams at night about being some mystery girl's dinner, that he never saw her face, just her lips in the dream before she ate him. He took the dreams as a sign of his role in life, and that I was the best choice to have him, plus he was quite happy it would be me to eat him, that there wasn't a nicer college girl to be a part of, and a part of me he became."
Lisa got back to work, while Jason pondered her stories, especially the second one. He had to admit that he wouldn't mind being devoured by Lisa, if it was going to happen. He was actually debating on whether to playfully ask her to taste him or not. He looked at her cute and sweet face, and imagined being lowered into her mouth between her plump light red lips. He tried to shake himself out of it, considering how her stories, goading her might actually make him the third person to end up on her menu.
Did he ask her or was he able to control himself?
