Another evening, another job. Natasha grabbed you and two other females and told you to dress with only underwear and prepare for a college party this evening.
"The costumers asked to bring you at 21:00, and come to collect you sometime in the morning, so expect a long night. This time it's some college party, they ordered you without the glass cover. I made it clear that you are dancers, not sex toys and I expect to collect back all three of you. I hope they understood.. I’ll feed you dinner on the drive, now let's go."
While on the drive there, you made a notice to yourself that it's going to be a rough night, hopefully you'll live to come back. Natasha chewed and spat some chocolate cookies for you three to eat, not a bad choice.
You arrived at a big house. Even from the outside you could see glaring party lights and loud music. There were multiple cars parking all around, and students in their early 20's were all around. Some were having a fresh air or a smoke outside, but the vast majority was starting to heat up, dancing inside.
It's not the first time you're sent to a party like that. Most of the times you end up dancing and performing on some shelf or some table, waiting for the guests to be too drunk to notice you catching a rest.
Natasha carried you inside, looking for Chad the guy who ordered you. inside the noisy house, you saw the crowded guests dancing, talking, drinking, and laughing. Some had a Shrinkie in their cup. You were led into a large room with a table in the middle. "Hey, you can put the here on the table, they can start do their thing". You heard Chad, ana average frat boy, telling Natasha. As she walked away, he checked her ass, smiling.
Across the room you saw a bar table, where party goers could pour themselves a drink an have a snack to munch on. Among conventional snacks, there were tinies as expected. There were serving dishes with plain raw tinies, that can be eaten raw or added to some other snack or drink. Also you could see tinies impaled on wooden sticks with some sweets, some were still alive. Near the edge were tinies which were pre-drenched in alcohol, as special liquored delights.
"Hey check it out! Those tiny dancers Chad talked about are here. I can't wait for the game to start!" A bimbo blonde cried.
What game???
The party went on as you danced and grind and smiled. All around you guests were doing the same. Some were having drinks, some were just having a good time, some were eating a pizza thy ordered. So far nothing special. Then a chant started to rise.
"Burp Game! Burp Game! Burp Game! ..."
What the hell is the "Burp Game"? I never heard of that one. Your two other shrunken friends were baffled as you.
People started gathering around the table you were on. Some crouched down so their head was at the table level.
Suddenly Chad grabbed you with his fingers and addressed everyone around.
"What's up party people? Welcome to the Burp Game!!"
"whoooo" the crowd answered.
"So, most of you already know the rules, but our most important participant, the tiny right here (he pointed at you with his other hand) still doesn't. So listen here little guy."
He brought you close to his gigantic face, as the words came out of his mouth, smelling of alcohol.
"Ok little guy, I know you suppose to be a tiny dancer only, but you are still a Tiny. Which means you have no rights. So, I'll give you two options. The first, we will torture you to death. Your death will be long, excruciating, and painful. And believe me, this bunch of beautiful party people ("whoooo") will take very much pleasure in that. Doesn't sound very nice, right? So I have another option for you, my personal preference, the burp game.
The game is simple, but we need you full cooperation. A bunch of people, as you can already see, will surround the table with their faces. One at a time, you'll approach their face, and stand right in front of their mouth. Then, that person will open their mouth and, you guessed right, burp right on you! ("yheeaa") After taking a mental note of the smell, you'll move to the next person, and so on and so on. At the end, after receiving all the burps and getting a clue on what that person's last dinner was, you'll have to choose one. The one you choose will open their mouth for you, so you can lay on their tongue and let them swallow you. Now, this is important. The winner who got to eat you, will have to chug tons of beer. This will most likely make them vomit ("eewwww") and you get to be thrown back out. If you survive up to that point, you'll be returned in the morning with your two lady friends. If not, well… ("hehehe") The point is that you choose to dive in the stomach that smells most welcoming to you, but from our experience some tinies choose by different parameters." Chad winks and points towards the big tits of one of the blondes around the table, the crowd approves.
"So now I'll put you down on the table, and let the game begin! ("whoooo") I have a feeling you somehow prefer participating in an awesome chug game rather than agonizing death."
Back down on the table, you could see bunch of giant heads surrounding you. About half were girls. Some were hot, some were average, some a bit chubby. A particular hot black girl caught your eyes. She had full sexy lips and soft angelic skin. Another girl who you noticed was white with black hair and piercing blue eyes. You didn't know what to expect and you were scared.
"Come here little guy! Stand close to me!" the blonde girl behind you called. You know you don't have any real choice. It's either obey, suffer, and have a chance to live, or suffer, suffer and die. You approached the blonde and stood in front of her mouth.
BURRRRRPPP
The crowd burst into laughter.
Your senses were overwhelmed by the stench. It reeked of alcohol and remnants of fast food. Oh, I really don't want to end in her stomach, or in any stomach for that matter. You thought for yourself. On to the next person, this time a guy.
BUUURRRRRRPPPP
This time the smell was fouler and the noise louder than before, your ears beeped. I can't do this, this is very humiliating and disgusting, you thought, but had to continue.
There were about 7 more boys and girls just like this, before there was only one guy left. Each time someone burped on you, the crowd burst into laughter and chanted ("Burp! Burp! Burp!..). Every now and then someone from the crowd commented on the person burping, giving you "advices" on if you should or shouldn't let them eat you. In your head, at this bizarre situation you find yourself in, you somewhat preferred to go inside a girl stomach rather than some guy's.
That hot black girl you noticed from before gave you a rather nasty one. It reeked of pizza and booze and you wondered how such a beautiful girl can create such a foul monster burp. Some burps smelled like cigarettes, some smelled like meat, some were certainly originated in swallowed tinies, but they all had traces of the party's alcohol. On some people you couldn't hold yourself from sneaking a good look inside their mouth. The sight scared you. Those big wet tongues, those sharp teeth with food pieces stuck to them and the saliva strings.
The last guy remained. He had short blonde hair, he looked like one of the main douchebags. You stood in front of his opening mouth. The familiar smell of alcohol breath washed over you. His mouth was bigger than average, and you watched the pink wet tongue laying on the bottom, as waiting to welcome you. the mouth opened wider and wider as the bubble from below emerged.
BBUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP
This one was by far the loudest and smelliest. It was so loud you barely heard the crowd's chant. The smell overwhelmed you and made your head dizzy. Aside from the obvious traces of alcohol, it reeked of something spicy, maybe jalapeno's pizza, and vomit.
So, what mouth you choose to go into?
1. That hot black girl. They all have stinky stomachs, at least maybe go inside a girl you find attractive?
2. You don't actually get to choose. The last guy who burped on you made it too strong. Your senses were overwhelmed, and you uncontrollably fell forward right onto his tongue. You didn't mean for that to happen, you most certainly didn't want to go inside his stomach, and now you have to face the worst of them all.
3. Why even bother? The odds of surviving being swallowed, drenched in some foul digesting chyme, then drowned by some cheap booze are extremely small. That alone sound like a painful torturous way to die. You refuse to cooperate with their stupid game. What can be worse than this?
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