A few years after the shrinking pandemic swept the nation, a study was published stating that there was evidence to suggest that a shrunken person below 2 inches was made so durable, they could survive inside a person's stomach indefinitely. In addition, all of the female scientists involved in the study had claimed a significant improvement in their ability to remain thin and healthy after consuming their shrinks, due to the tiny having no other option than to consume the food slop that fell into their owners'stomachs.
Of course, the paper went on to surmise that the living conditions of tinies subjected to such a harsh environment were unimaginably grim. Trapped in complete darkness, stifling heat, and the stench of bile was likely not the worst of it. The studies suggested that the tinies were in fact being constantly burned by the stomach acid, and simply regenerated fast enough to remain alive.
Of course, no one really payed any attention to the second part. Tinies can't even communicate with normal sized humans, and had long since lost all rights and general sympathy in society. After the study was published, women all over the nation, especially teenagers sensitive to their figures, went into a craze, buying up every tiny they could find. Some still preferred keeping their tinies as pets, insoles, and even sex slaves, but if you were shrunk and caught, most likely you were heading for a torture-filled life inside a stomach.
Luckily for me, when I shrunk at 11 years old, I happened to be at home with my family, who made sure to take care of me.
Sure, I basically live in a hamster cage now in my 16 year old brother's room, but it's much better than the alternative. I even get to chill at home all day and watch TV while he has to go to school.
I started feeling the loneliness more recently though when he started talking to some new girl in his class named Mallory. They were always being lovey dovey on the phone, and he would brag about how hot she was to his friends when they came over. Watching him live his life while I sat inside my cage was pretty miserable.
One day, when my parents were still at work, he came home with Mallory so they could hang out in his bedroom together. I think he was hoping for a make-up session, but as soon as she entered the room her huge green eyes locked on me in my cage.
"OMG spoon cutteee!!!" The gorgepus petite girl with tan skin and dirty blonde hair squealed, running over to my cage, unlocking the door and snatching me out.
Her hands which looked soft and pretty at a distance was actually fairly rough and calloused up close. It was obvious Mallory was a sporty girl, with well toned muscles and tough skin. When I looked down at the floor flying past as she walked with me over to the bed I saw her equally rough-looking feet in her overworked gladiator sandals. The dark smooth tanned top of her foot suddenly became a pale wrinkled mess of foot flesh where her arch and sole started. As her slightly chipped dark blue painted toes dug into the leather with each pounding footstep I almost felt like I could hear the poor sandal groaning.
My heart leapt in my throat as I experienced a sudden drop when Mallory plopped down onto the bed. Oblivious to my inaudible protests she kicked off her sandals, crossed her legs under her, and sat me down on her lap with the pale wrinkled sole if her right foot just inches from me as she began stroking me with her rough slender fingers, pressing me into her soft thigh skin again and again with each stroke. Her toes scrunched and stretched in delight right in front of me, filling my ears with the thunderous pops of her toe joints and filling my vision with the wrinkled and blistered white skin of her overworked feet.
This continued for what felt like hours as she and my brother settled in to watch a movie together. It was obvious he was trying to cuddle up to her more but she was totally preoccupied with cooing over me.
As humiliating as it was being treated like a lap dog by this teenager, and as uncomfortable as her sports-roughened fingers were when they rubbed over me, it was actually nice to actually feel a kind of affection again after being ignored for so long.
I was afraid my brother might get jealous, but at the end of the day I was basically just a gerbil his cute girlfriend liked, and he was happy she had an excuse to want to come into his room again.
The next time Mallory came over both she and my brother were soaked in sweat and both wearing attire that suggested they had just finished a long run together. Mallory's glistening tanned stomach was visible between her sports bra and ahort shorts. When she kicked off her blue running shoes and socks, she immediately walked over to my cage again and took me into her sweaty hand, hugging me to her wet warm stomach and making me hear the hungry growling within.
My brother told her he needed to take a shower and left me alone in the room with her. As embarrassing and uncomfortable it was to be in her sweaty grip, I was actually kind of looking forward to being coddled by her again. But as soon as he left the room and the shower water roared on, Mallory dropped me on the rough carpeted floor and planted her hot foot on top of me, squeezing me in her calloused toe grip until I felt like I couldn't breathe.
When I finally did get a breath in, it was filled with the most awful stench of sweat and vinegar, and my entire body was covered in her sticky sweat.
Before I could recover from my shock and confusion, gravity shifter as Mallory tightened her toe grip around me and snatched me into the air, facing her sole upwards to her face, with a phone pointed at me.
"OH shit it's true! Jason does have a little bug brother hidden away! You're so lucky girl!! I feel like I'll never find one for myself!!" A chipper voice from the phone pierced my ears, muffled by mallory's thick toes.
"Yeah I knew there had to be something to that rumor. Why do you think I would waste my time with that loser Jason. I just gotta convince that dumb simp to gift me this little bug and then we're done!" Mallory responded to her friend. Her cold tone and rough handling was so different than what I had seen before I couldn't help feeling terrified.
"Ooh have you told it where it's going yet??" The phone voice asked.
"Nah not yet. I only just got some alone time with my little toy here."
"Ooh tell it tell it!! And point the camera at it too! I wanna see how it reacts when it finds out!"
"Okayyyy! I'm actually kinda excited to see this too."
Mallory pointed the phone camer at me again, still struggling in her sweaty toe grip, wanting to scream from the pain of the rough skin scraping against my helpless naked body.
"Hey little guy, just as soon as I can convince your dumb bro to make you mine, I'm gonna take you home with me... and I'm gonna EAT you!"
She punctuated her words my opening her mouth wide in front of me and letting her hot suffocating breath wash over my entire body. I shivered and screamed as I looked into her hot wet maw, feeling like the dark pit would take me any second, before she snapped her pearly white teeth shut centimeters in front of me.
'E-eat me?? No!! Please no anything but that! You can't! Please!!!' I screamed and cried but I knew Noone could hear me.
My eyes were wet with tears and wide with terror as I desperately attempted to squirm out of her sweaty grip. But this all just made Mallory and her friend laugh hysterically at my plight.
"OMG he looks soooo scared!!! I bet he'll wriggle so much in your tummy Mals, you're so freaking lucky!!!" The phine voice lamented.
"Hmmm well I'm sure he will. But I wonder if it tastes good..."
Mallory's rough long fingers plucked me out of her vice like toe grip and brought me back in front of that horrifying and threatening mouth, hanging upside down.
Suddenly the lips parted slightly and a bumpy wet worm-like monster slithered out. It then flattened and pressed against my body, dragging along my helpless dangling body from head to toe. Her taste buds felt like sand paper at this size and the lick felt like it went on forever. I could've never imagined it would be so incredibly painful. And even when it was done I could barely breath due to the thick nasty saliva coating my entire body.
Prior to shrinking I had seen videos of women suckling their tiny slaves for hours and hours before consuming them. At the time I thought the squeaking and squealing tinies were just overreacting. Or maybe just afraid of the swallowing that was eventually to come. But after that one lick I don't even want to imagine the horrifying reality of being trapped inside a dark wet cave with that monster!
"Mmmmmm yum!! He's for sure gonna need a few months in my running shoes to add that nice salty flavor and make him tender enough to swallow easily. But he's already pretty delicious!" Mallory squealed, her thundering voice blasting in my ears from so close.
I scream and squirm in her hand as she looks like she's coming in for another lick. But just then the shower water turned off and Mallory quickly wiped off her spit and returned me to her lap, stroking my convulsing body lovingly as if nothing had happened.
When she finally left, I returned back to my cage with a wink. And no matter how much I screamed and pointed, trying to get my brother to understand what had just happened, I was completely ignored, only left to wait in terror until her next visit.
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