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“It’s about time you invited me over,” said Sarah, stepping off the bus along with Rachel.
“Well my mom doesn’t like me hanging out with you and she’s usually home before I get back from school. But tonight she’s not coming home till late.”
“She’s home before you every day? Doesn’t she have- like- a job or something, like a normal adult?”
“Yeah, but only in the mornings. She comes home early so she can ‘watch me’ after school.”
“Really? My parents let me stay home alone since I was- like- eleven.”
“Lucky,” Rachel muttered.
“Yeah, my dad even- oops.”
“What?”
“I just thought I probably shouldn’t use the ‘D’ word. You know, since yours left and everything.”
“Oh, uh… don’t worry about it…” Rachel replied.
“It’s okay Rae, I’m sure things won’t be too bad, not as long as you have a friend like me,” the older girl smiled at her as they approached her front door. Rachel used the key her mother had given her to unlock it and then she walked inside. She had already taken a few steps when she realized Sarah wasn’t following.
“What’s wrong?” Rachel asked, looking back.
“Well, you’re always supposed to wait until you’re invited inside. Don’t you know anything about manners?”
“Oh- right- um, you can come in, Sarah,” she replied awkwardly. Sarah started laughing, then walked through the door with a stride so confident you would think she lived there too.
“Relax, it was a joke,” she said, kicking off her shoes rather sloppily next to Rachel’s.
“Oh, haha,” she replied, though she sounded a bit forced. Thinking she ought to be polite anyway, she decided a little tour might be nice. “Anyway, over there’s the living room, and through there is the kitchen. Out back we have-”
“I’m sure it’s all very cozy,” Sarah interrupted, “but I’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“Well, the kitchen is right over there,” Rachel replied.
“Is that where you decided to keep them?”
Oh, that’s what she meant, Rachel thought.
“No, they are upstairs in my room,” she replied.
“Well, let’s go then. One of those tinies would really hit the spot right now. You don’t mind sharing your box with me, do you?”
“Of course not, I got it from you after all.”
“And at a good discount too. Only the best for my friends. Well? Show me the way.”
Rachel started up the stairs and motioned for the older girl to follow, feeling considerable relief in knowing that no one else was around to hear them. Rounding a corner and taking a few steps, they arrived at her room. Rachel opened the door and stepped inside, leaving her backpack by the wall. Sarah followed promptly, doing the same, while also scanning the shadowed interior with interest.
“Aren’t you gonna turn on the lights?” she asked.
“Sorry,” Rachel replied, flipping the switch, “I usually leave them off.”
“What, is your mom trying to save on her electric bill?”
“No, I just like it dark. Plus it makes it easier for the tinies to see after being locked in their box all day.”
“What do you care?” Sarah asked.
“You told me tinies are better when they’re scared, and the more they see me, the more scared they get,” Rachel replied cynically.
“Ha, anything will scare those spineless wimps. So where are they anyway?”
“I’ll get them,” Rachel replied, crouching down to reach under her bed. After moving a few things out of the way, she emerged with a box that they were both very familiar with.
“You keep them under your bed?! I told you to hide them well! That’s- like- the first place anyone would look.”
“It’s okay, my mom can hardly bend over, she literally can’t look under there. And it’s not like anyone else ever comes in here.”
“You better be right. You do know what happens if someone finds you with them, don’t you? I don’t want my new bestie to end up in jail.”
“Trust me, it’s totally good,” Rachel insisted.
“Of course I trust you, I just want to make sure you’re being careful. No one else would be cool with this like I am. Whatever, just hurry up and open it; I can’t wait to see their tasty little faces.”
*click*
Dave was blinded by a sudden, bright light; like a flash from the sun- something he hadn’t seen in a painfully long while. He shielded his eyes, growing increasingly nervous. First there was the strange new voice, then this light? Sure, he had only been Rachel’s prisoner for about four days, but she seemed to have a pretty established routine, and this was definitely not it.
“Oooo, still so many to pick from,” Sarah hummed, “And you haven’t had any of the women yet?”
“No, I remember you said you liked them better, so I saved them for you,” Rachel replied.
“Sweet,” the older girl replied with a little smirk, casting her hungry gaze over the tinies below. Without another word, she made her selection, happily reaching down and plucking a female specimen out of the box. Bringing the woman up to her face, she rolled the poor thing between her fingers, examining it carefully. After a few seconds of this, she opened her mouth a bit and popped the woman inside, sealing her lips just in time to cut off a sharp squeal from her snack.
Rachel watched quietly as Sarah worked the tiny around with her tongue. It was obvious there was a lot going on in there, judging by the constant motion of her jaws and the occasional bulges in her cheeks, but even so the older girl wore a surprisingly blank, almost bored expression. After a short while, Rachel saw Sarah swallow, almost indifferently, and then immediately reach down and pick out another woman from the box.
She hardly spent more than a second or two with this one before parting her lips again and tossing the poor woman inside, acquainting her quickly with the fresh saliva that coated her mouth as the tiny was sealed within, just like the last. This time, Sarah only toyed with her snack for a handful of seconds before swallowing it down to join the first in her stomach.
“Hey, I bet you can’t do this yet,” Sarah said, reaching down- with almost no attention to where her hand was going this time- and picking up another tiny. Tilting her head up, she dangled her next victim- a man this time- over her open mouth.
“Please, no!” he pleaded. But Sarah didn’t even seem to notice, and Rachel didn’t really care; no one was around to hear his cries this time.
So, ignoring the sound, Rachel observed curiously as her friend dropped her snack from her fingers, letting him land with a tiny, wet, smack on her tongue before instantly closing her mouth. The girl’s throat twitched as she gulped audibly, and then she lowered her head again and let out a soft breath, her mouth now noticeably empty.
“Impressive,” Rachel commented.
“Yeah, it takes a lot of practice, but it’s fun once you figure it out.”
“Cool, but don’t you like to, I dunno, enjoy them first?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s just, you eat them so fast. You don’t play with them; it barely even looks like you taste them.”
“Eh,” Sarah shrugged, “I guess after you’ve had as many tinies as I have, you learn how to get everything you want out of them without wasting time. Speaking of which, there’s something else I bet you haven’t tried yet,” she said with a smirk.
“What?” Rachel asked. Sarah motioned for the younger girl to come closer, so she scooched over and tilted an ear in the teen’s direction. Sarah leaned over and whispered a few sentences through cupped hands.
“*Bleugh*! Are you serious!?” Rachel asked with obvious disgust. Sarah turned away and nodded knowingly.
“There’s nothing else like it. Trust me, you’ll love it,” the older girl insisted. Glancing back down at the box, Sarah reached out again and picked up another morsel. “Just do me a favor and wait till I’m gone before you try it,” she said, popping the poor tiny into her mouth.
“Well it’s not like I’d do it with you watching!” Rachel replied, blushing a bit. Sarah barely seemed to notice, her attention already having shifted to her new treat.
The two sat in silence for a short while as Rachel awkwardly contemplated the strange, off-putting thought the teen had placed in her head, meanwhile Sarah proceeded to gulp down her latest snack and then continued onto several more. Things went on like this for a bit until Rachel suddenly heard something that made her blood run cold.
“No!” came the tiny cry of protest.
Rachel froze, her eyes widening a bit. She knew that voice. Sarah didn’t seem to notice her reaction, totally focused on the box of treats and the next delectable mouthful she had selected. Rachel looked at the tiny between her friend’s fingers, hoping she had heard wrong. She hadn’t, it was Dave.
An avalanche of feelings and half-formed thoughts flooded her mind, overwhelming her for a moment as she watched Sarah bring the tiny closer to her face, intent on swallowing him just as casually as she had the rest. The teen opened her mouth.
“Wait!” Rachel yelped.
Sarah stopped and looked at her questioningly. Rachel quickly did her best to compose herself, hoping she hadn’t sounded as desperate as she felt. “I, um, I was sort of saving that one,” she explained. Sarah continued to stare at her for another second or two, but then suddenly smiled.
“Jeeze, you scared me there Rae. No need to freak out, you can have this one if you want.” She brought Dave away from her mouth and extended her hand toward Rachel. “Here, show me how you eat tinies,” she said.
Rachel had thought her friend would just toss him back into the box, but now she had no choice but to reach out her hand and catch Dave as Sarah released him. She glanced down at the shrunken man as he sat up on her palm, his face clearly full of fear. She hesitated for a moment, subconsciously biting her lip in indecision, and glanced back up at Sarah. The teen continued to stare at her expectantly. Rachel couldn’t just put him back now, not after the big deal she had made about wanting him herself. There was no way around it this time.
Well, I guess this is it, she thought. Sorry, Dave, but we both knew you’d end up in my belly eventually.
Rachel looked back down at the tiny, her gaze subtly different now, something Dave noticed immediately. The slight hint of hesitance, of remorse, that he thought he had been able to see had suddenly vanished, now buried deep inside. And in its place was something else, something he had seen Rachel brandish many times before: hunger.
Dave felt the sweat running down his face, his heart pounding in his tiny chest as his rapid, shallow breaths filled his ears. He watched her resolve materialize on her face just as all pretense of hope and control disappeared from his own.
“Rachel, no-!!”
In the blink of an eye, Rachel opened her mouth wide and flung him inside, sealing her lips behind him so quickly that he could hear them smack even over the crackling saliva that filled his ears as he splat against her tongue, sliding back along its surface and crashing into the flesh at the back of her mouth.
Almost before he could process what had happened, he felt the girl’s tongue come alive. Folding up on top of him, rolling him over and sliding him around. He felt the saliva begin to soak into his clothes, coating his skin in Rachel’s slimy embrace as she prepared him for his journey. The drool quickly began to build, to the point where he was almost swimming in it, sloshing around from side to side, in and out of her cheeks and all around her mouth as her tongue danced over him.
To his further horror, he started to feel the tongue touch him in places where he knew there ought to have been clothes. First it was his upper thighs, then his chest, until eventually he could feel the squishy muscle pressing up against every millimeter of his shrunken skin. His clothes had dissolved entirely, washed away like some kind of edible candy wrapper by the girl’s saliva.
Is this what she had done to all the others too? Let them soak in her spit until they were nude? Just to toy with them? No, to taste them, he realized. Taste them like she was tasting him. To get every last bit of flavor before swallowing them down.
Dave suddenly felt what little air was left forced out of him as he was squeezed tight, jerked violently in a way he hadn’t been before. Though his sense of direction had been all but lost in the sopping darkness, he knew exactly what had just happened and where she had just positioned him. He wanted to scream, but there was nothing but her copious saliva for him to inhale. He felt her tongue begin to shift, the pressures around him changing. He felt himself begin to slide against the slick surrounding flesh.
*gulp*
Eyes shut, breath held, and fists clenched, Dave felt himself forced over the drop of Rachel’s throat, down into her neck. He felt his eyes well up like he was crying, but he couldn’t feel any tears, at least none that he could distinguish from the slime of the girl’s esophagus. A sort of numbness began to overtake his terrified mind. She had swallowed him. No matter what he had done, now he was just another one of her snacks. Now he was just food.
“Wow, you take a really long time to swallow them,” Sarah remarked.
Rachel looked up at her like she was going to reply, but quickly realized that she couldn’t quite find any words to use. Lucky for her, she was interrupted by a sudden, jarring melody from nearby. Sarah grunted in annoyance and stood up, walking over to her bag. She reached inside and quickly withdrew her phone. Seeing who was calling, she answered it and put it up to her ear.
“Yeah?
…
“What do you mean you’re here? I told you to pick me up at 6:00.
…
“Seriously!? This is not cool.
…
“*sigh* Yeah, I know. Fine.”
Sarah hung up her phone.
“That was my dad,” she explained. “He’s here to pick me up early. Sorry, but I guess we’ll have to hang some other time.”
“Oh, uh, okay. I’ll let you know next time my mom’s working late,” Rachel replied.
Sarah didn’t respond, just picked up her bag with a mildly angry expression and hefted it onto her back. Rachel closed the box of tinies, leaving it in the center of her room to follow Sarah as she walked out. When they got to the front door, Rachel opened it for her friend as the teen put her shoes back on. Outside, at the end of the walkway, was a car with a man sitting in the driver’s seat. Rachel could tell he was watching them, but the glare from the setting sun obscured his face.
“I don’t think I’ve met your dad before,” Rachel commented.
“Let’s keep it that way,” Sarah replied unexpectedly. Rachel looked over at her questioningly, but the teen kept her eyes on her shoes as she finished putting the second one on. She stood up, sparing Rachel a quick glance and a smile before heading out the door.
“See ya around, Rae,” she called as she walked towards the car.
“See you at school tomorrow,” Rachel called back. She watched as her friend got into the car and followed it with her eyes as it drove away, then she closed her front door, leaving herself to the solitude of her empty house.
With nothing else to do, Rachel walked idly back up the steps to her room. She walked over to her bed and sat down on it, her mind drifting over the events recently gone by. She tried to focus on the fun- if brief- time she had just spent with Sarah, but whether she liked it or not, there was one thing that occupied her thoughts more than anything else. She tried to ignore it, tried to think of something else, but the more she resisted the more adamantly it came to mind.
Dave…
She saw in her mind the moment she had decided to eat him, and the moment she had tossed him into her mouth. She remembered the moment she had swallowed him, sealing his fate. She felt she should be able to accept it- she had eaten dozens, maybe even hundreds of tinies before him- but every time she tried to let it go all she could think about were their encounters over the past few days. She remembered the first time she had picked him up, how he had saved her life; then the second time, the words he had said to her. He had told her she was worth something. She wondered if he still felt the same now that he was dissolving in her stomach.
Thinking of her stomach, her attention was drawn to it. She usually quite enjoyed paying attention to her stomach after she ate tinies, feeling their vague movements as they struggled inside her, listening to the gurgles as they faded away into nothing. This time, though, she was feeling something very different. It felt like her guts were being tied into knots, or like a violent storm were raging below her skin. She put a hand to her belly, frowning as the sensation grew stronger.
He’s just a tiny! She thought angrily to her stomach, You eat tinies! They don’t matter! Why can’t you just shut up and digest him like all the others!?
Her belly gurgled loudly as she felt a wave of nausea pass over her, so strong that she grunted and doubled over.
Damn it… damn it…
“Damn it!!” she yelled, jumping up off her bed. She rushed out of her room and down the hall into another. Dropping to her knees, she flung the lid to her toilet up and retched.
The sound of her stomach contents spilling into the water reached her ears as her guts clenched along with her eyelids. She felt the hot liquids pour out of her throat for a long, uncomfortable moment, before it was finally over. Collapsed against the toilet, she panted as the sharp smell of her insides began to prickle her nose.
She stayed like that for a long moment, her eyes still tightly shut, partly because she didn’t want to look at her own puke, but mostly because she was scared of what she might see floating inside. After a few seconds, she reached up her hand and put it on the toilet handle.
I guess you win Dave, she thought, I couldn’t eat you after all…
“Please don’t!!” came a frantic cry.
Rachel’s eyes shot open. Staring down into the tainted waters, she could clearly see Dave’s head bobbing amidst the chyme.
“…You’re still alive…” she muttered quietly, staring for a moment.
“Please, Rachel, don’t flush,” he said, panting and disoriented.
Rachel took her hand off the handle, or more accurately she let her arm relax so thoroughly that it slipped off onto the ground, quickly followed by the rest of her entire body. She let herself collapse onto her back, laying herself out on the hard bathroom floor as a wave of relief washed through her. She lay there for a while as her breathing began to slow and the rest of her insides finished settling down. Finally, after at least a minute, she got her legs back under her again and stood up.
“Rachel?” Dave called from the toilet.
“Just, give me a minute,” she said, waving a hand vaguely in his direction as she staggered over to the sink and turned on the water. She splashed some over her face, washing the taste of puke out of her mouth. Looking at herself in the mirror, her mind began to clear and she started thinking about what she would do next. It didn’t take her long to decide; she knew there was only one choice for her at this point, but that didn’t mean she was happy about it.
Sighing with a mix of exhaustion and frustration, she pulled the rod behind the faucet, sealing the sink’s drain, but let the water continue to run. Then she walked back to the toilet, reached over and picked up the plunger. Lowering it at an angle, she dipped the rubber cup slightly into the tainted waters.
“Get on,” she said sternly; not quite angry, definitely not happy, and definitely tired. She actually sounded noticeably like her mother.
Dave swam over as quickly as he could and pulled himself up onto the rubber surface. She pulled the plunger out of the bowl and then stepped back over to the sink, where she turned the water off.
“What are you doing?” he asked. She didn’t answer right away, instead she lifted the plunger up and then lowered it gently into the pool of clear water until Dave was forced to start swimming again. Then she pulled it out, leaving the tiny in his own personal pool.
“Clean yourself off,” she said, before turning and walking back over to the toilet. He heard her flush and then heard a clank as she lowered the seat, but he couldn’t actually see much over the rim of the sink. So Dave turned his attention to the task she had given him, diving under the water and running his hands through his hair as the remains of the girl’s stomach contents disbursed into the otherwise clean waters.
When Dave resurfaced, he was greeted by an unexpected sound, like the trickle of water into a puddle. He looked up, the faucet above him was still off.
*phrt*
*plop*
“Rachel!?” he yelped awkwardly, hearing the girl let out a relieved breath. “Do you really have to do that while I’m in here?!”
“Just shut it, Dave,” she replied sharply, “I had to go. You know, if I hadn’t barfed, you’d be turning into one of these turds right about now, so why don’t you worry about that instead.”
*plop*
That was an unsettling thought, not only because of his narrowly avoided fate, but because it reminded him that the logs she was disposing of now had once been other tinies. Now Dave wished he had kept his mouth shut, which was probably the result Rachel had intended, so he just floated there in awkward silence as the girl proceeded with her business.
Eventually, he heard her tear off a length of toilet paper and then a few seconds later he heard her flush. Moments afterwards she came back into view as she walked back over to the sink and peered down at him with a mildly annoyed gaze. Dave felt the urge to hide his naked body, but he couldn’t exactly do that while swimming. Rachel didn’t seem to care though, she dunked her hands into the pool next to him, making large waves as she rubbed them together under the surface to wash them.
Suddenly tossed about and disoriented, Dave instinctively feared that he might start to drown, but a second later he felt himself lifted out of the waves by something solid yet supple. Looking down, he saw the water running off of Rachel’s palm as she withdrew from the sink holding his tiny body. She didn’t look at him though, instead she reached back over toward the toilet and tore off another piece of toilet paper.
“Here, dry yourself with this,” she offered. It was a bit taller than he was and much wider, but very light. He took hold of it, thankful for anything he could use to cover himself.
“Um, Rachel... what are you going to do with me now?” he asked, finally working up the nerve to breach the question.
“Well, apparently I can’t eat you without barfing,” she complained. “So I guess for now you just go back in the box.” Dave took a moment to contemplate her words.
“Could I, er, maybe get some clothes first?” he asked.
Rachel grunted softly and rolled her eyes. It’s not like anyone was going to see him in there with the lid closed, but even so she could understand his request.
Pushing the rod to let the water drain from the sink, she walked out of the bathroom with Dave in hand and continued down the hall and back into her room. When she arrived, she sat down crossed-legged in front of her box and popped open the latch with her free hand. A series of gasps came from tinies inside as they noticed Dave.
“Look, he’s still alive!” one of them called out, “I knew she wouldn’t eat him!” Rachel immediately glared down at the tiny.
“You, take off your clothes,” she ordered. The hope drained from the shrunken man’s face.
“Huh?” he asked.
“Take off your clothes,” she repeated in a slow, threatening voice.
There was a short moment of hesitation as the tiny tried to mutter what was probably meant to be a refusal, but it was too quiet to hear.
“If you want, I’ll undress you myself. But if I end up ripping them, I’ll bite you in half,” she offered.
The little man turned white with fear and quickly began tugging at his shirt, eventually managing to remove his thin coverings, though he still held them in front of his crotch to cover himself.
“Drop them,” she ordered. He reluctantly complied.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “Please, I’ll never speak again. Just let me stay in the box like him, don’t punish me any more.”
“That wasn’t your punishment,” she replied coldly. “This is.”
She reached down with her free hand and swiftly snatched him up, raising him high above her head. She opened her mouth below him as wide as she could, positioning the tiny carefully, and then let him fall. Rachel felt the little man land directly at the back of her throat, so hard that she almost gagged, but she suppressed the urge, closing her eyes instead and giving a loud gulp, sending him immediately on his way to her now very empty belly. She coughed a couple times as she felt the uncomfortably dry bulge slide down her throat.
“Ugh! *cough* How can Sarah *cough* like that!?” she asked rhetorically. She got her breathing back under control as her replacement snack settled in her belly.
“There’s your new clothes,” she said, placing Dave back in the box and taking away his toilet-paper towel.
“The rest of you better listen. This one’s only still alive because he gives me a stomachache. But don’t worry, I’m sure the rest of you won’t have that problem. For today though, I think I’ll keep things light with just this guy.” She patted her midriff. “In the meantime, why don’t you talk to Dave. I’m sure he can give you a nice, firsthand account of how great it’ll be once you end up in my stomach.”
Leaving the tinies with that thought, Rachel closed the box.