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Story about a young teenage boy who found himself shrunk & has to survive.

This choice: She cleans herself, and then washes you off, and heads into the kitchen with you  •  Go Back...
Chapter #8

Time for a cold glass of revenge..

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You shiver as Grace glares at you, terrified of what kind of horrible torture she’s gonna put you through!

She lifts you up and tosses you into the shrink, eyeing you as she wipes and cleans herself, before getting up and flushing, and washing her hands, and you in the sink.

You are confused by this. Wasn’t she gonna torture you farts or her ass? That’s what you think would be the obvious course of action.

She then picks you up in a death grip, crushing you in her hand as she heads into the kitchen.

Why the kitchen you think, till she grabs out a tall glass and drops you inside. She walks away to the fridge after smirking at you and your confused expression.

You begin come to a realization of what she is planning and try to climb out, only to be poured onto with nice, cold milk, stopping you from escaping or screaming.

As you try not to drown in the glass, Grace lifts the glass to her face and smiles at you.

“Nice tall glass of milk. You’re gonna get a front seat Josh. A front seat of just what milk does to me, as you ride and go through my stomach, and come out like the little shit you are!” Grace says then begins to chug the glass of milk with you inside!

You’re only view Grace’s open maw as she gulps you down, the milk helping her ease you down her throat and into her awaiting stomach, still upset from her previous battle with dairy.

You’re passed through fleshy walls and channels, and end up splashed into her stomach juices.

You feel her stomach constrict and squeeze you, and her chuckle vaguely from the outside as she pays where she thinks you are inside her stomach.

“Hope you enjoy the ride Josh. Or at least, I so dearly hope you at least “survive” it! Wouldn’t want you melting away in my stomach, becoming fat for my ass now would we? I’m looking forward to shitting you out irregardless.” She laughs at your predicament and you can no longer hear her.
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