# Bite-Sized 6: Mistakes

By: TheDragonBoy

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“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 only by her darkly colored bra and panties. “I know I need to make you guys last until the end of the week, but there’s something I’ve been wanting to try...”

“Hmmm, I’ll take you,” she decided, reaching out and plucking one of the little men out of the box. “And you,” she added, extending her other hand and grabbing another tiny. The second one squealed a bit in surprise, clearly not expecting her to select two of them at once, but the tiny quickly stifled the sound out of terror for Rachel’s infamous punishments. Rachel ignored it, feeling lenient and excited.

She plopped them both down onto her palm, her fingers rising around them like a fleshy cage, and then brought them up to her face, grinning as she got a closer look at their cowering forms. They clung to each other, quivering in her hand.

“Have you guys been talking to Dave?” she asked teasingly. “Has he told you all about what it’s like inside me?” She felt them shake a bit more violently and decided to take that as a yes. “Well, now you get to find out for yourselves.” She opened her mouth, slowly; little strands of drool forming and breaking as her jaws parted to reveal the dark, faintly glistening interior of her waiting maw. The two tinies flinched backwards, pressing themselves into the skin of her palm in an instinctive attempt to retreat from the imposing abyss. Of course they all knew it would do them no good.

Rachel flicked her wrist up, catapulting the pair of snacks past her lips and onto her expectant tongue, which curled up over them as they landed to prevent them from sliding out. She tossed them around for a few moments while the rest of the tinies watched from inside their box, before letting her mouth close around them, sealing her treats inside.

Hungry as she was, she took her time, testing herself on how well she could maneuver the flailing forms as her mouth began to fill with saliva. She squished them over and under her tongue, one into each cheek, then both into one cheek, licking at them playfully and soaking up their taste as her drool dissolved their thin, specially made clothing.

After a few moments and happily impressed with her skills, she felt the growing urge to swallow. Bracing herself, she sent both her snacks back into the cramped space at the precipice of her throat. Her body warned her of the uncomfortably large mass, but she ignored it, determined to try. She took a deep breath.

*GLUCK*

Rachel closed her eyes and strained as she forced the wriggling tinies over the back of her tongue, pressed tightly against each other by the constrictive pressure of the girl’s neck as they slid firmly into her esophagus. The transition lasted for a brief, uncomfortable moment before she felt them finally pass on towards her chest.

*COUGH* * COUGH * * COUGH*! Rachel sputtered as her airway cleared, slightly regretting her idea.

“Looks like you bit off a bit more than you could swallow,” Dave remarked bitterly.

“*cough* Shut it Dave *cough*” Rachel replied, glaring down at him.

“Rachel? Are you okay?” came an unexpected voice. She had only just enough time to recognize it as her mother’s before another sound reached her ears.

*click*

It was the unmistakable sound of her doorknob turning. Her eyes went wide as she suddenly realized one terrifying fact: she had forgotten to lock the door.

She suppressed the urge to panic, a flurry of thoughts rushing into her mind. What was she going to do? Her mother was coming in! She would see the tinies! How would she respond? What would she do!? No time to prepare, no time to hide, Rachel heard the door begin to creep open behind her.

Acting on the first half-formed plan she could think of, she hurriedly reached out and snatched Dave out of the box, enclosing him in her fist, before slamming the box shut with her other hand and picking it up. Then she hurriedly stood and turned to face the door, holding the box and both her hands behind her back. In the final fractions of a second before her mom’s face came into view, Rachel did her best to put on as innocent an expression as possible.

“Oh, sorry,” her mother said, finding her daughter standing in her underwear. “I heard you coughing, just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” Rachel replied. Her heart leapt with relief for a moment as it seemed her mother was about to leave, but then instead the older woman asked a question.

“What are you doing in the dark with a candle?” she asked. She sounded much more curious than suspicious, but Rachel’s nerves made it difficult to tell the difference.

“Oh, uh, I just like the candlelight,” the girl answered with a shrug. Now her mother seemed suspicious, and the motion of Rachel’s shoulders had brought attention to the fact that both the girl’s hands remained rather stiffly behind her back.

“Rachel… are you hiding something?” she asked. Rachel felt a deep dread wash over her. She immediately did her best to cover it up and hoped that her face didn’t show it, but she found herself unable to muster a reply. After a second or two of silence, her mother spoke again.

“I can see something’s behind your back, just show it to me already,” her mother demanded.

Fuck! she thought, biting her lip. After a moment of hesitation, she realized she had no choice. She slowly brought one of her hands around, revealing the rather inconspicuous box.

Very suspicious now, her mother stepped into the room and walked up to her, taking the box from her daughter’s hands. The woman opened it wide and looked inside. Rachel watched as her mother’s eyes bulged and her mouth fell open, before her face began to contort with anger.

“Rachel Amelia Williams!!” she shouted. “What in the name of God are you doing with a box of shrunken people!?”

Rachel aimed her angry, upset gaze at the ground, internally berating herself for letting this happen, her anger subconsciously amplified by her mother’s harsh voice. She didn’t answer.

“Where did you get them!?” her mother demanded.

“I just found them!” she barked, rather unconvincingly.

“Don’t you lie to me, young lady!! Do you have any idea how serious this is!? This isn’t just bad, this is a major felony!!”

Once again, Rachel didn’t respond, knowing that nothing she said could help her now.

“Show me your other hand!!” her mother yelled, realizing her daughter had yet to expose it. The woman didn’t wait for compliance, she immediately reached out and yanked the girl’s arm from behind her back.

“Ow!! Mom!!” Rachel complained. But she relaxed her fingers, revealing her palm. It was empty. Her mother huffed furiously, then glared into her daughter’s eyes again.

“You’re grounded!! Now don’t you dare leave this room until I figure out what to do with you!!” she threw her daughter’s arm away and then turned and stormed out of the room, box in hand, slamming the door behind her.

Rachel stood there, staring at the closed door, listening to her mother grumble as she stomped away. She didn’t move again until the growing sensation below her waist finally caught her attention. The girl reached a hand behind herself again and slipped it inside her panties, sliding it down past her cheeks until her fingers came into contact with a tiny form, wriggling rather awkwardly against the fabric of her underwear.

Dave felt the girl’s fingers wrap around him and remove him from the smelly enclosure, just as abruptly as they had shoved him inside. She brought him around to her face, spared him a quick glance, and then let her gaze drift back up to the door, staring as it flickered in the candlelight.

“You just had to do it, didn’t you?” Dave asked. His words were cold and spiteful.

Rachel looked back down at him, a bit of confusion poking through her upset expression.

“You just had to save your favorite toy,” he continued. “You were already caught, it was over, she was going to set us all free. But you just had to keep me! I don’t deserve my freedom, I deserve to be in your fucking ass, right!?” His voice grew louder and louder. Tears began to form in Rachel’s eyes, but when she spoke her reply her voice never cracked, her words leaked out from between her lips, quiet as a whisper and bitter as the grave.

“You think she’s going to set them free? Let them tell the police what I did? Get her daughter thrown in juvie? Probably get herself arrested too? You don’t know my mom. She’s not gonna let them go, she’s going to bury them. She’ll make it so no one can ever find out. They’re all going to die tonight… All of them except you.”

Dave stared up at her, shocked as he realized what she had actually done and how wrong he had been.

“You’re welcome,” she spat. The words hit like a blow, followed by a long moment of silence as Rachel glared down at the tiny in her hand. Then without another word, she picked him up between two fingers.

“Wait, what are you going to do with me?” Dave asked, his words tinged with guilt.

“Until I get another box, I’m gonna have to keep you somewhere else. Somewhere no one will find you. Somewhere I can keep an eye on you, even while I’m asleep.” She reached down with her other hand and slid her panties down her legs, spreading her hips just a bit.

“Rachel, no. Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Or would you rather I just eat you?” she snapped, interrupting him. Looking her in the eyes, he doubted she would have a problem keeping him down in her current state of mind.

“No!” he replied sharply.

“Good, now shut up and keep still. If you start squirming around like usual my pussy will pound you to a pulp by the end of the day and I’ll never get any piece.” She lowered him down to her crotch, spreading her lips in front of him with her free hand.

“Wait! At least put me in the other way! I still have to breathe every once in a while.” He hated how close that sounded to a consent, but the mortal threat of suffocation overrode his moral objections to getting shoved in a girl’s privates.

Rachel sighed and turned him upside down. He took in the view of the candle flickering him as he suddenly felt the wet touch of her slick lips engulfing his bare feet. He took her advice, doing his best to hold still as the warmth quickly advanced up his legs, enveloping his own crotch, then his belly as he was quickly pushed inside. As the walls of Rachel’s vagina began to obscure his vision, the last thing he saw were the girl’s fingers slipping away below him, before her lips folded back over her entrance, sealing him in her moist intimate embrace.

Rachel felt that powerful sensation that she had grown to expect as she deposited him inside, but rather than latch onto it, she let it roll through her, taking a few breaths as it gradually faded to a dull buzz. Maybe later she would indulge herself, but with her mom potentially barging back in to yell at her at any moment, she had neither the privacy nor the mood.

She walked over to her bed and sat down, trying to get used to Dave’s presence without letting her vag get too excited. She wiped an arm across her face to clear the half-formed tears from her eyes. As she wondered morbidly about what would happen to her next, one question snuck into her head.

What am I going to tell Sarah?

Originally Published: 3-Sep-2019