“Now, come to think of it, you probably haven’t gotten much to eat lately, have you?” Franziska realized. As if on cue, your stomach grumbled loudly, betraying your piercing hunger. Over the past week, your only food has been the few snacks you were able to steal from abandoned supermarkets. They were enough to tide you over at first, but you’ve been feeling weaker every day. You nod hungrily, and she smirks, leans forward, and ruffles your hair with her huge hand. “Well, it’s getting late. Why don’t I whip something up, then?”
“Um… okay,” you reply, reluctantly. You didn’t know if you trusted her to cook for you, but your hunger overpowered your paranoia. The canine woman walked off into another room -- presumably her kitchen -- as you sat there, continuing to watch the television. You hear the sounds of something boiling in the kitchen, and a strange scent wafts through the apartment.
After around a half an hour, she called you into the dining room. You took a seat, and Franziska dropped a huge plate onto the table in front of you. On it was some kind of weird alien beef, topping a salad of similarly alien chopped fruits. The meal glowed fluorescent green, much to your dismay, and smelled like cheap jewelry. You gave her a dubious look, but she egged you on eagerly. “Try it, it’s an alien recipe. You’ve never had anything like it,” Franziska urges you. Reluctantly, you take a bite of the green mystery meat. Satisfied with the taste, you dug in hungrily.
Soon, you finish your dinner, and lean back in your chair, your hunger finally fully satisfied. But instead of feeling content, you’re actually starting to feel a little queasy. Before you knew it, your head was starting to spin, and you were feeling incredibly lethargic. The room around you became a blur as you slopped to your knees. There must’ve been something wrong with that meat she fed you!
“Something’s… wrong…” you managed to groan, before you collapse gently onto the carpet. Soon, you’ve patched out of consciousness completely.
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It was almost an hour later that you finally opened your eyes again. Your head was still spinning, and you could hardly see anything through the blur, but you somehow managed to stand up. Once you got your bearings, you could immediately tell that something was wrong. Everything seemed… huge. Once you took a few minutes to look around and take in your surroundings, you realize the terrible truth.
You had shrunk!
Before you could contemplate your situation, Franziska appeared before you. She was now huge compared to you, towering over you like a giantess. She seemed amused by your new height. “Haha! You actually fell for that?” she laughed, kneeling over so she was about eye-level with you.
“For… what?” you ask. Franziska had already been very tall compared to you -- now, she seemed colossal.
“You ate size meat! Oldest prank in the book,” she said, and you gasped a little as she picked you up in her furry palm and held you up to eye-level. “Welp, guess you’re my little toy for this evening. Better get comfortable -- it’s going to be a long night!” she teased, as she started walking, with you cupped in her hands.
“Please… put me down…” you say as she walks into her bedroom.
She smirked widely as you said that. “If you say so!” She shrugs, and suddenly drops you!
You scream in abject terror as you fall through the air, even though your descent only lasted a few seconds before you land safely on her bed, your fall broken by her pillow. You lay on the pillow, gasping, adrenaline still pumping through the veins. Just as you got to your bearings, Franziska leaped onto the bed, knocking you off balance again. You turn around, and see her laying belly-down on the bed, her massive head resting comfortably on the pillow in front of you. You cringe as her immense eyes stare at you with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
“I’ve been shrunken a few times myself before, but I’ve never actually managed to shrink anyone else,” she said. Franziska obviously thought that this was no big deal. You, on the other hand, felt like you were losing your mind. Before you could pry out in protest, Franziska picked you up by your shirt collar, and rolled over onto her back. You looked down, to see her lazily yawn open her mouth, dangling your tiny body over her massive maw. “I’ve always wondered what another person would taste like…”
“Wait! No!” Your heart sinks, and you desperately try to cling onto her fingers, to no avail. She easily shakes you off, and you fall into her wet, dark canine mouth. You blindly reach out as you fall, and managed to grip onto her tongue. You were immediately covered in sticky saliva from head to toe, and your nostrils were assaulted with the meaty scent of her breath. As you hang onto her tongue, you look down, and see the long, dark tunnel of her throat stretching open beneath your feet.
Franziska closes her eyes, and relaxes on her bed as she flicks you around her mouth with her tongue. She doesn’t seem to be trying to hurt you, but really enjoys your taste… maybe too much. You try to climb up her tongue, only to slid back down, deeper and deeper towards her beckoning throat. Your world becomes a confusing blur of colors and feelings as you’re dragged around the massive canine’s maw, but you ignore the confusion by focusing on not getting swallowed.
Eventually, she realizes that she might’ve went too far, and spits you out onto her hand. You were now caked in her saliva, with all your clothes having been torn to pieces and your hair messy and wet. Even so, you were just relieved to be out of her mouth.
“Wow, uh! You are… actually the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted,” Franziska said, actually looking a bit surprised as she looks down on your tiny, naked form. “I’ve got to do that more often!”
You weakly crawled onto your knees, coughing. You have a brief moment of respite before she drops you on the bed again.
“Now, don’t think you’re getting off that easy!” Franziska smiled, sounding sadistically excited as she stands up. “Remember when I said you had to get used to, eh, gross experiences to survive out here? I figured, why don’t I help you out with a little… immersion therapy?”
Just the tone of her voice makes you shudder. What could she have planned? You turn around, to see her massive, furry ass hovering over you. Before you can even scream, she sits down upon you.
Her massive furry rear immediately presses you tightly against the bed, and you were enveloped in darkness. Though her furry cheeks were larger than your entire body, they were soft and cushiony, and thus didn’t seriously injure you.
This was probably helped by the fact that neither of them fell directly on top of you -- instead, your tiny, doll-like body was pressed against her sweaty crack. This gave you a bit of breathing room, but was utterly disgusting, especially when she’s at this size.
You tried not to stay calm, and didn’t move a muscle. Not satisfied with this, she lifted one leg and let out a massive, terrifying loud fart directly on your tiny form. From your perspective, it was like being hit by a powerful, nauseous burst of air. Disgusted, you immediately start squirming with all your remaining strength, only serving to wedge yourself further.
“Hey! I’m just doing you a favor!” Franziska teased, as she rubbed her butt against the bed, driving you further and further into her sweaty, noxious crack.
After a few minutes, your tormentor finally stood up. However, you were wedged so deeply in her crack that even this didn’t allow you to slip free. Her cheek’s warm flesh and fur pressed tightly against you on both sides, preventing you from moving a muscle.
Your space grew even more compact as she started walking through the house, and her huge hips bent and shifted to and for. Feeling your entire body trapped and masticated between her plush cheeks was apparently immensely amusing to Franziska, and you heard her giggle uncontrollably as she teased you.
She settled in the kitchen and finished her dinner, enjoying the idea of going about her daily business while feeling you wedged where the sun don’t shine. It made her feel incredibly powerful, to so easily dominate another person with her firm ass. She had to try shrinking people more often.
While you wait, completely immobile, you lose track of time. The minutes drag by like hours, and you could only hope you were going to be released from this nightmare soon. Worse still, she lets out a few silent but noxious farts every once in awhile as she eats, being released directly onto your helpless, tiny body.
Eventually, after filling her belly with steak, she decided to have mercy on you. She stands up, and grabs you from your fleshy prison. You cough and sputter as you’re held in her hands, still covered in sweat and stinking of flatulence. “Whoo! You reek!” she laughed, fanning the air in front of her nose. She still seemed pretty casual, as if she expected you to be laughing along with her.
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