# Bite-Sized 8: When Tables Turn

By: TheDragonBoy

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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 heavy. Where was she?

“Hey, looks like your friend is waking up,” came a nearby voice, sounding halfhearted at best. Rachel put a hand to her head, trying to get a grip on her senses. She noticed a few of the conversations she could hear weren’t so much talking as they were crying or screaming. A figure walked up to her- a silhouette blocking out the harsh light- followed by a second one. They stood over her, looking down as her eyes adjusted. After a few seconds she could start to make out their faces.

“… D-Dave…?” she muttered. Was he standing on her face? She tried to sit up. The movement felt strange, but she managed it without too much trouble. But Dave, didn’t fall off her face, he stayed standing right where he was… on the floor in front of her, full sized and all.

“Dave!?” Her eyes shot open wide and she pulled her arms and legs in tight. “What the- what’s going on?!” She had no idea how he had managed to get bigger than her, but now that he was, all she could think of were the kinds of things he might want to try for revenge. But Dave made no move, he didn’t even reply, he just continued to stare down at her, his mouth twisted into a resentful scowl, but with pity in his gaze and all tinted with an air of hopelessness.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but… you’ve been shrunk,” answered the other man.

Her fearful eyes slowly became distant, drifting off as the words sunk in. She looked down at herself, her mouth falling open. She was wearing rough, thin, bland clothing, consisting only of a shirt and a pair of pants; clothing she recognized instantly. She looked around, a number of other people sat nearby, huddled in fearful conversations, curled up on their own, or pounding against the opaque, plastic walls.

“No…” she breathed. “This… this has to be another nightmare. This can’t be real!”

“I watched it happen, Rachel,” Dave said. “It’s real.”

“You watched it?” the other man asked.

“I was in her… hiding place when she got knocked out. When I finally got free, I realized we had been locked in a room together. We were in there for days before they came to get us. I watched her shrink bit by bit, right out of her clothes. I’m lucky she knocked over a box with some tiny-food in it or I might not have lasted the week.”

As Dave spoke, the man began to look between him and Rachel, realizing that he had drastically misjudged their relationship.

“A week!?” Rachel exclaimed.

“That’s how long the reduction process normally takes, yes,” the man said. He seemed to ponder for a moment. “You must have come out after the anesthetic was vented and replaced with the shrinking gas. I told them they should check for other tinies before starting the procedure.” Then he turned toward Rachel. “So, you were one of the buyers then?” he asked. Rachel blinked and looked away. “Well, you’re not the only guilty one here. I’m Dr. Klien, I used to help manage things here.”

“You mean you helped them shrink people?” Dave asked accusingly.

“Yes,” he admitted, “but not anymore. I decided I didn’t want any further part in this; I tried to quit. But then…”

“They shrunk you too,” Dave finished for him. He nodded.

“Wait, if you used to work here- There’s a cure, right!?” Rachel asked desperately. “You have to know if there’s a cure! Some way to get back to normal?!” Dr. Klien took a long breath and let his gaze fall to the floor dejectedly.

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up, kid.” He took a pause. “Yes, they do have some QX6 in the next room, but that serum is only effective for about 72 hours after reduction is completed, and tinies usually spend a week in these plastic bins before getting bought. Even then you just get put right into a box. There’s no way out.”

“72 hours…” Dave muttered. “So even if I got out of here by some miracle, there’s no hope for me anyway.” Rachel looked up at him, call it sympathy or guilt but the hopelessness on the man’s face cut her like a knife.

“Is there really no way back after that?” Rachel asked. The doctor’s expression shifted.

“Well, there is, but… it’s a bit more, um… involved.” He glanced at her, an awkward look on his face.

Dave looked at the man intently, and Rachel was about to press him further when a loud, metallic clang filled the room. Dr. Klien looked off fearfully in the direction of the sound.

“Looks like they’re here for the next victims,” he said morbidly.

They heard a set of footsteps approach. And then suddenly a head peered over the edge of their container, casting a dark shadow over them.

“Hey there, Rae. How ya doin’?”

“Sarah!?” Rachel exclaimed. The teen looked down at them with her familiar little smile. “Sarah, what’s going on? Why- why was I shrunk? Please, you have to get me out of here.”

“Don’t worry, Rae, as soon as I found out you were in here I rushed right over, just for you.” Her eyes shifted just a bit. “Is that the other tiny they found with you?” she asked. Rachel followed the older girl’s gaze toward Dave, a bit confused by her reply.

“Uh, yeah, but what-” She stopped when she saw Sarah reach into the bin, her enormous hand coming down toward them. Rachel felt a potent mix of hope and fear, which then changed to confusion as she saw the manicured fingers take hold of Dave’s shirt and hoist him into the air, leaving her behind.

“Wait!” Rachel blurted out. Sarah held him up to her face, examining him.

“You know, you sounded just like that when I came over to your house that one time,” she said. “Remember? When I almost ate that tiny you’d been saving. This is the same one, isn’t it? Did you really barf him back up after I left? That’s so gross.”

“Sarah, please, get me out of here, I don’t want to be a tiny,” Rachel pleaded. Sarah looked back down at her.

“I told you not to worry,” she reached back into the box with her other hand, “Like I said, I came here just for you.”

Rachel felt the large fingers take hold of her shirt and then the ground suddenly fell away beneath her, shrinking from view as she was yanked up. She looked down, instinctually terrified of the drop, and saw where she had come from: one little plastic bin, placed next to a dozen others just like it, all lined up in rows on a table, each with a handful of tinies inside. There were easily a hundred all together.

Sarah flipped her hand over and let Rachel drop onto her palm, cutting off her view. Rachel looked up at the teen’s looming face, as Dave dangled nearby in her other hand.

“You know, you’re pretty cute as a tiny,” Sarah said.

“C-come on Sarah, quit messing around. Just get some of that serum stuff and change me back.”

“’Serum’? I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you won’t need it; as cute as you are, you’re not gonna be a tiny for much longer anyway,” she said sadly.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, Rae. Why do you think I asked you to meet me here?”

“You… you had your dad shrink me on purpose?... You… no… No! Why?!”

“I’m really sorry,” Sarah said insincerely, “but I can’t have anyone finding out where you got those tinies from.”

“What? The one’s my mom found? I told you I didn’t tell anyone! I swear!”

“I know, we made sure you haven’t told anyone yet. But how can I trust you to stay quiet after lying to me about him?” She dangled Dave between them.

“Wh- what do you mean?”

“See? There you go again. As if we don’t both know why he’s still alive. You weren’t just saving him for later, were you? You were never going to eat him. You were planning to let him go, right?”

Dave turned his head as best he could to get a look at Rachel. But the girl’s face was turned down as she refused to meet Sarah’s gaze. She sat in silence. Was it really true?

“You were planning to let him go, even though you knew what would happen to me if he told anyone. You made one new ‘little’ friend and were totally ready to throw your old one under the bus.”

“No! That’s not-”

“You know it’s really too bad. Friends make the best snacks.”

Rachel saw the teen bring Dave closer to her face, opening her mouth as he approached.

“No! Don’t!” Rachel yelled.

Sarah stared right at her as she stuck Dave past her teeth. Rachel could feel her heart begin to pound as she watched. The teen held him there for a long, agonizing second, and then let her lips close around her fingers, before drawing them out slowly with an audible kiss to show that there was no longer anything between them.

Rachel watched the teen’s lips quiver as she worked her jaws and tongue inside, leaving the younger girl to imagine what kinds of things she was doing to him.

“Stop, please! He- he doesn’t deserve this!” she pleaded.

Sarah did indeed stop after a moment. She brought Rachel just a bit closer, a familiar sympathy coming into her giant eyes. Then she shook her head in disappointment.

*gulp*

“No!!” Rachel saw the enormous throat twitch in front of her and knew what it meant. Sarah’s lips parted as she released a small breath, revealing clearly enough that there was nothing left inside.

“Damn it! Fuck you Sarah!” A tear forming in her eyes, Rachel let her head hang low and sniffled.

“Hey! That’s no way to talk to your best friend! You should be happy for me. He was really tasty.”

All that trouble keeping him alive, all that time torturing myself about it, everything I did to him, everything he did for me… I guess none of that matters now… it’s too late… it’s over…

“Aw, don’t sweat it, Rae, you can make it up to me. Just be a good little snack and we’ll call it even.”

Rachel jerked her head back up, her heart skipped a beat, her eyes bulged.

“Sarah!! No!! Please!!”

Rachel saw the teen’s lips open wide before her as she was shoved towards the menacing darkness inside. She felt the hot, humid breath wash over her. She closed her eyes.

*squelch*

A thick layer of drool suddenly spread across the front of her body as she was tossed onto Sarah’s tongue, soaking into her thin clothes and sticking to her skin. She reflexively brought a hand across her face, blinking a few times as she tried to wipe the slime away. In doing so she caught a few brief flashes of the glimmering pink insides of the teen’s mouth as her lips began to gently close, sealing Rachel away from the light.

The tongue sprang to life underneath her, curling around her tiny body with practiced ease, flipping her, rolling her, enveloping her completely. Her saliva-soaked hair stuck to her neck and face in wet clumps, no part of her body remained dry. Her melt-away clothes were dissolved in seconds, leaving her completely exposed.

She was pressed up against the roof of the mouth as the tongue firmly stroked her body from the tip of her toes, up her legs, across her crotch and belly- once so ravenous- then over her budding breasts and across her face. Then it came back the other way, licking her up and down, over and over as Sarah savored her special treat.

After a moment the tongue relaxed, letting her flop back down onto its surface, but only to flip her face up and pin her again so the teen could get a taste of the other side. Her face pressed against the girl’s hard palate, Rachel felt the tongue slide up the backs of her legs, across her bare butt and then up the middle of her back, before stroking her downwards again, leaving a fresh trail of saliva with every movement.

After a few seconds of this, she felt herself fall back flat again. But she wasn’t given more than a moment to breathe before she felt the front of the tongue rise up behind her, pushing her legs apart and rubbing its slick taste buds against her crotch. She gasped at the sensation. The tip of Sarah’s tongue continued to curl all the way over her until it pressed down into her belly, tickling her with its slimy touch as Sarah squished it back and forth against Rachel’s tender privates.

Rachel cried out as best she could, feeling the familiar pleasure spring to life between her legs, stronger and faster than it ever had before. The teen’s tongue stretched up a bit further, reaching all the way to Rachel’s breasts, giving them a nice fresh coat of drool as the rest of the soft, flexible muscle worked away at her slit.

In what seemed like only a few seconds, Rachel felt herself reach her peak, her body spasming against the slick tongue as it spurred her through her climax. Then her body went limp, devoid of energy and gasping for breath. Sarah licked her over a few times more, getting every last bit of her taste, before letting her tongue relax again.

There was a short moment of calm as both of them seemed to catch their breaths.

“Only the best for my friends,” Sarah said softly. The words tossed Rachel around a bit as she spoke and vibrated the flesh around her, but she remained mostly still. “Well, it was nice knowing you, Rae. Say hi to your little friend for me.”

“Sarah…” Rachel breathed in response. But it was far too quiet to be heard. She felt the tongue rise up below her, pressing her against the surrounding flesh in a new way, squeezing her backwards and pressing against her from all sides. She was held there for a short moment, completely enveloped by her former friend’s slimy embrace. And then a loud, thunderous sound filled her ears.

*gulp*

Originally Published: 15-Sep-2019