You stand there, trembling, your heart pounding against your ribs like a desperate prisoner seeking escape. The weight of reality crushes you as you realize there is no way out. Abigail watches you with eager anticipation, her green eyes shimmering with excitement, yet beneath that, there’s something else—something conflicted.
You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before finally speaking.
"I... I understand... there's no point in fighting this," you say, your voice breaking. "I always thought I mattered to you, A-abigail. I thought... I was family. But I see now. I was just food to you all along..."
A silence blankets the courtroom. For a brief moment, you think you see a flicker of emotion in her eyes—doubt? Sadness? But then, she bites her lip and lets out a small, eager giggle.
“Oh~, you silly thing,” she coos. "You do matter to me! That’s why I chose you. My very first..." She exhales dreamily. “My first meal. My first real experience. You should feel honored.”
Your stomach twists in knots. Honored? The thought makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time. The judge watches this exchange with amusement before nodding.
“I see no reason to deny the claimant’s request,” she declares. “The defendant is hereby classified as food. Proceed with the shrinking process.”
A bright light engulfs the world around you, but before everything disappears, you manage to speak, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and resignation.
"S-so that's it, then..." you murmur, your eyes locking onto Abigail's. "You were born a woman in this world, and that alone makes you lucky. This place... it's never been fair to men." You swallow hard, feeling the weight of your own words pressing down on you. "Enjoy your life as one of the fortunate ones, Abigail... You have the whole world ahead of you..." Your voice wavers, thick with bitter acceptance. "But I never had a chance, did I?"
For a moment, Abigail's bright green eyes widen, and something shifts in her expression. The playful delight that had danced there moments ago falters, replaced by something softer, something uncertain. She presses her lips together, her gaze lowering for just a second. Then, almost hesitantly, she speaks. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, and for the first time, there's a weight in her voice that wasn't there before. "You're right. This world isn't fair to men... It never has been."
A shadow of guilt passes over her face, but it’s quickly accompanied by something else—acceptance. Regret. And yet, underneath it all, there is still that undeniable hunger...
She takes a slow breath, steadying herself. "But... I can't change the way things are." Her voice is quiet, almost reluctant. "I wish I could tell you something different. But the truth is... I'm still happy."
She places a hand over her stomach, as if imagining the inevitable. A deep, conflicted sigh escapes her lips.
And then, before either of you can say anything more, the shrinking begins. The courtroom becomes a towering structure, and Abigail looms above you like a goddess, her face filling the sky. She gasps in delight, reaching out and gently scooping you up in her soft, warm hands.
“Ohhh, you’re so cute like this...” she whispers, holding you close to her face. Her breath washes over you, warm and strangely comforting, despite your situation. “I’ve waited so long for this moment...”
You struggle against her grip, but there’s no use. She is impossibly strong compared to you now. She cradles you to her chest, stroking your tiny form with a tender touch.
“Don’t be scared, hon...” she soothes, her voice dripping with affection. “I love you, I really do... That’s why I want you inside me. I’ll keep you safe forever, I promise...”
You look up at her, tears welling in your eyes. “A-abigail... just... just be gentle,” you whisper.
Her expression softens, and for the first time, she hesitates. Something inside her stirs, something uncertain. But then, she smiles again—a bittersweet smile, filled with both love and hunger. The courtroom decision is final. The judge’s words still echo in your ears as Abigail cradles you carefully in her hands. The overwhelming warmth of her skin against your tiny body is both comforting and terrifying.
She presses you close to her chest as she leaves the courthouse, her heartbeat steady yet fast. You can feel the excitement in her every movement. But beneath it, there’s something else—a hesitation she won’t admit to herself.The ride home is silent. She doesn’t talk much, only giving you soft strokes with her fingers as if trying to calm both herself and you.
Once inside her room, she doesn’t waste time. She moves to her bed, laying down with an exhausted sigh, placing you gently on her stomach. Her toned, slightly soft belly rises and falls with her deep breaths.
You freeze as you hear it—low, hungry growls from beneath you, as if her stomach is already aware of what’s about to happen.
Abigail giggles softly, placing a hand over you protectively. "You hear that?" she whispers. "That’s where you’re going... soon."
You swallow hard, gripping onto her shirt instinctively. She notices but says nothing. Instead, she sighs—a deep, conflicted sigh. She’s waited for this moment for years, dreamed of it, but now that it’s here… There’s something bittersweet about it.
She takes a moment, gently pressing you closer to her stomach, letting you feel the warmth. The soft growls continue, like a reminder of what’s coming.
Then, with one last deep breath, she makes her decision.
“I will,” she assures you. “I’ll be gentle. And I’ll never forget you, I promise...”
With that, she tilts her head back, opens her mouth, and slowly lowers you toward her awaiting lips.
Abigail you tremble as she opens her huge slobbering mouth, the smell coming from her stomach is unbearable, and her throat looks like the entrance to hell, you close your eyes as she dangles you over her hungry mouth, you have given up hope, tears begin to flow freely down your cheeks and you approach the inevitable, you will be lowered into her hungry stomach. Your mind raced as Abigail brought you closer to her warm, slick mouth. You could hear her stomach growling hungrily, a clear sign of her anticipation. She was obviously eager to devour you, and to her, you were nothing more than a delicious meal. A deep sense of betrayal, helplessness, and despair filled you—you never imagined your life would end like this, reduced to mere prey for your own stepdaughter.
Anger and frustration surged through your tiny body, yet despite everything, a part of you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm. Abigail’s gentle demeanor, her affectionate gaze, and the way she handled you with care eased your mind—just a little. And though fear gripped your heart, a small, irrational part of you still felt happy for her…
What will happen now?
1-The Inevitable Fate
Abigail swallows you, savoring every moment as she finally fulfills her long-time dream.
2-A Change of Heart
Just as she is about to swallow, she stops. Something inside her screams that this isn’t right.
3-A Different Fate
Just as she is about to swallow you, an idea strikes her.
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