For the rest of the evening you sat there inside the open glass jar on a shelf in Mrs. Smith kitchen. You saw her and her family walking around, talking, eating, not giving you any attention beside some satisfied looks. Fate is cruel on you. your freedom was so close, just above you head yet you couldn't do anything about it.
The family decided consisting of Mrs. Smith, her SO and life partner Angela (*There should have been a husband there, but I noticed the rules said no Norm male characters, so Angela is her wife) and two daughters. For dinner they decided to order a pizza with tomatoes and tinies. You watched from above as they enjoyed the pizza, and noticed the shrunken men laying there mixed with cheese and tomato slices. Some of them chewed the tinies into paste as the ate the pizza slices, mushing their bodies with the pizza and saliva in their mouth. others were careful to gently lick off and swallow the tinies whole between bites. They disregarded the fact that they eat tiny living beings, for them they were just pizza toppings.
You envied those who were chewed and got to fulfil their purpose quickly without too much pain. Even those who were swallowed whole will probably end fast, buried or drowned in chewed pizza mush and coke. You looked at these women. You wanted to have a life with one of them, not end up as their food. That very same desire is what got you to this point, you wandered if it is better just to accept your fate, maybe even apology and let her eat you peacefully.
The next day came and you felt very weak. You haven't got anything to drink or eat since you were shrunk. Not that you should have, you were supposed to be eaten pretty quickly. At this point you probably have been post digestion, long gone and flushed down the toilet.
Somewhere afternoon Mrs. Smith came and grabbed your jar. Her face loomed right above you. Without saying anything, she pursed her lips. A long drool of saliva came out and descended into the jar. She didn't bother to aim or something, and the big glob of spit splashed on you head and face. "Drink!" she ordered and put you back on the shelf. You complied and lapped the foul liquid.
The second session or tortures came at the evening. She got you out of the jar and held you in front of her gigantic face.
"I know they probably educated you on this before you were shrunk, but you never got the chance to experience sexual orgasm, right? Let's fix that" she said with a big smile. You were baffled, didn't she supposed to torture you?
She brought you close to her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Then you felt it, her soft wet tongue gently caressed your tiny member below. You moaned in pleasure as she used her tongue and lips to give you the most amazing feeling you ever had. The pressure grew more and more, and you were about to climax and explode. Your moans grew stronger. She heard that, she was waiting just for that. Right before you were about to cum, before you even realized what's going on, she put her teeth around the base of your little penis and balls and with a quick snap she cut it out, pillar and stones.
One moment you were having the best time of your life, and in a split second you no longer had the parts to feel that. Instead, all you felt is immense pain in your crotch. Instead of pleasure moan you let out a banshee scream as you cried in shock.
Savoring your misery, she stuck out her tongue, showing your severed penis and balls resting on its tip. Her mouth was wide open, and your ears almost exploded when she gawked at you.
"HAAAAAAAAA! Ha ha!" She swallowed and continued to mock you "What, you were in a middle of something? What, you needed that tiny prick? I'd say you can have it back inside my stomach, but it'll be long digested before you'll end up there."
"You bitch!" You gathered all the strength you got to shout at her.
"Ha! At least I'm a woman, you're just food!"
For the night, she spat a grin phlegm of snot out of her throat and closed a cap on the jar. This meant that the foul stinky goo was there to keep you company for the entire night. It smelled disgusting and was extremely unpleasant to touch. Alas, you were so weak and in pain that you had to drink some liquids, and the remaining saliva traces were the only thing available.
Next morning, Mrs. Smith put the jar with you next to her plate while she had breakfast. You watched her eating end enjoying her omlet and salad.
"What? Are you hungry? You want to eat some food too? The only ones who are eating food here are normal people, you are not 'people' you are the food!" Those were the last words Mrs. Smith ever spoke to you, from now on it was just smirks and giggles.
Lunch time came, and so did yours. You saw Mrs. Smith getting ingredients out of her fridge and started to prepare lunch. She took a potato and cut it so it'll have a cube shape. Then she took a toothpick ant stuck it vertically onto the top. You were grabbed by her fingers, and using her other hand she positioned your butthole right on the top of the wooden pick. Slowly and gently she impaled you on it, until it got inside your gut but not to the super vital organs like heart or lungs. The pain was excruciating but you were still alive and conscious.
The entire structure with you were put inside a small pot. Mrs. Smith added chopped tomatoes and some other ingredients and turned on the heat. Your body was surrounded by a sludge of tomato supe in the making. The level of the supe reached your neck. Mrs. Smith hummed to herself as she stirred like an evil witch. The heat was hellish but some how it didn't kill you, just made you feel like you were boiled alive, and basically you were. It was just enough to make you suffer but not enough to kill you.
The supe was ready and it was time to eat. Mrs. Smith poured the supe into a deep dish, and you were left out, still impaled on a stick. On her plate there were grilled cheese sandwiches. She grabbed the bottom of the stick and held it in front of her face. She would have said something like "Bye Bye, enjoy your time in my stomach!" or something, but talking is for people, and you're food. Instead, she glanced on your marinated cooked body with hunger. She dipped your body in the tomato supe, so that your head will be covered too. The supe got in your eyes and for few seconds you were blind. You only felt movement and guessed she held you now right in front of her open mouth.
When you opened your eyes you saw the bottom of her upper lip and teeth passing your eyes line. Your head and back landed on her soft wet tongue. She was salivating anticipating you. Her lips closed below your legs, and the toothpick was removed out of you. She sucked on you for a while. She enjoyed your taste and savored the moment with loud moans. Inside her mouth was hot and dump, and you were squeezed by her tongue and the roof of her mouth. drenched in saliva and tomato sauce you almost didn't realize that your haed was pointing downwards. Suddenly with a loud "GLURRKKK" she swallowed.
You slide down her tight esophagus and splashed into the stomach acids pool. The acids immediately begun to work on you, burning you from everywhere. Soon after, chewed up grilled cheese sandwiches dipped in tomato supe came down raining from above. Slowly you were getting buried in the chewed mush and stomach acids. Gasping for air, you only ingested the mush into your own stomach and inhaled it into your lungs. You were burning from everywhere, even from the inside. Right about when she ended eating her lunch, you passed out.
Mrs. Smith enjoyed her lunch, and enjoyed getting revenge on the shrunken man that made her loose her job. Eventually, two weeks later she got the job back. This time, making sure no tiny is ever escaped. She learned how to weaken their strength and slightly cook them yet still serve them to be eaten alive.
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