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by jdoe11 Author IconMail Icon
Rated: GC · Interactive · Erotica · #2264281
1 day a year, 2% of the population is randomly shrunk to about 1-3 inches in size
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Chapter #4

Sent into your new home

    by: jdoe11 Author IconMail Icon
I screamed and flailed and fought. I even tried grabbing for her gigantic uvula in hopes of getting her to cough be up! But within the pitch dark torrential vortex of her hot and soaking mouth where I didn't even know which way was up, there was no way to get a grasp on where her uvula might be. By the time I guessed I might be nearby, the spongy floor under me was suddenly lifting up and tossing me over a ledge.

I landed on a surface so soft it felt like a giant bean bag with a little too much give, as my legs were sucked in by it as soon as they hit. The tight throat muscles squeezed around my legs as the enormous sleeping girl gulped me down. I struggled to pull myself out but all of the walls were slick with mucous and gave too easily when pushed against to offer any kind of hold. So there was no way to slow my descent into hell as her powerful muscles continued to pull my struggling body deeper and deeper into her tight throat.

My mind flashed back again to previous blow jobs I'd received from this incredible woman, and how I'd always marveled at the incredible feeling of her tight throat on my throbbing cock. So this is how it felt all those times. Trapped in a hot dark humid stinking cave with these huge muscular wet walls on all sides trying to pull him in deeper. And every time I came in her like this all my poor little guys eager to find a home in a woman's warm vagina instead found betrayal as they were mercilessly devoured by the one who would have been their mother.

And now as her unstoppable throat closes around my shoulders and neck I can only cry as I'm about to experience the same miserable fate that I subjected them to. I'm finally pulled completely into her oppressive throat, and pushed and pulled methodically deeper and deeper within her churning body.

Her powerful heartbeat thunders in my ears as I pass by, and eventually the claustrophobic tunnel opens up into a spacious cavern. Which would be a relief, if this cavern weren't filled with boiling bile and air quality 3 orders of magnitude worse than the already-hellish mouth from before. I splash into the burning liquid below and surface soon after, finding that it isn't too deep to stand.

"MMMMMMMmmmmhhhhhh"

Abby's satisfied sleepy moans reverberated through the fleshy walls all around me. Then gravity shifted and the entire dark cavern did a sudden terrifying barrel roll while Abby innocently turned over in her sleep. I again surfaced from the awful soup of stomach acid and half-digested sandwich, resentfully gulping in air so vile it burned by lungs and stung my eyes.

I want this to be over. I want it to end! This is misery and she doesn't even know!

I pounded on the fleshy walls knowing full well my blows would be little more than light touches to her. But as I screamed and fought and slowly tired myself out, I thought the only saving grace in all this was that it had woken me up in the middle of the night. So somewhere beneath this layer of adrenaline-fueled fight-or-flight excitement is a core of exhaustion just waiting to explode. So as miserable as I am, surely sooner or later I'll pass out, and won't have to wake up to this hell again. Just need to endure until then somehow.

Hours slowly ticked by- or seconds. It was hard to tell in the grumbling dark pit. The rancid air stung my lungs with every breath as I tried to relax somehow against one of the slick undulating walls, while half submerged in the hot liquid like the most fucked up sensory deprivation chamber.

A few times my environment shifted as my owner stirred, making me think she may be getting up for the morning. But each time she simply rolled over and returned to dozing, blissfully unaware of the tiny pathetic human within her hellish belly coughing up bile and gasping for unbreathable air while trying to readjust its position within her.

Finally, after endless boredom in the unchanging darkness, my building exhaustion overcame my steadfast wall of life-or-death excitement. My body and mind finally gave in, and my consciousness faded into sleep.

When I again opened my eyes, I discovered the true horror of answer to the mystery question: what exactly happens to tinies who are eaten. And that horrifying, disgusting truth?

.

.

.

.

.

.

......Nothing.

Absolutely nothing. I don't have a scratch on me. No burns aside from my constantly burning lungs. Eyes, ears, fingers, toes, etc. all there and all unharmed. And I know it's been at least a few hours because I was woken up by the fresh new hell of a constantly jolting and sloshing cavern, indicating Abby was on her afternoon run.

It's difficult to think in this chaotic prison frothing with vile stomach acids and chunks of breakfast cereal and the burger from her lunch constantly splashing back and forth along with me. There is no refuge and nowhere to hide. Nothing to hold onto and no sign of hope anywhere as I can only submit to the horrifying torrent inside my goddess's horrible stomach as she runs along without a care in the world.

But in this terrible situation, even after all this time and especially with the added mechanical stimulation from this much sloshing around, the conclusion seems clear. Tinies who get eaten by their owners don't just blissfully go to sleep like the government schools teach. This insane durability curse isn't magically broken by the human stomach.

Which means... I'm just stuck in here. In this hell more consistently horrible than I could have imagined... Permanently.

"Why didn't I just give up and submit to her feet when I had the chance? If I had known about this... I would've taken an old shoe over a hot, stuffy, acid-filled stomach to spend the rest of my life trapped in any day!! It's not fair!! This is SO! FUCKED! UP!!"

I screamed and sobbed and pounded my fists into her fleshy walls but it didn't matter at all as she continued on her run, submitting me to unending hell inside the merciless prison of her body.

The day slowly crept by as I heard Abby finish up her workout, dump a milky protein shake into my rancid prison in her stomach, and talk to her friends and family about my disappearance.

"YEAH MOM I DUNNO WHAT TO TELL YOU, I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND HE WAS JUST GONE. HE WOULD USUALLY WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING SO I WAS IN A RUSH GETTING TO WORK AND DIDN'T STOP TO READ THE NOTIFICATION ABOUT THE OVERNIGHT PURGE ON MY PHONE UNTIL I WAS ALREADY AT WORK. I LOOKED ALL AROUND FOR HIM IN MY PURSE, IN MY SHOE, ALL AROUND HOME. I ASKED THE OTHER GIRLS AT WORK IF THEY HAD SEEN HIM AND EVEN LEFT OUT A FOOD TRAP BEFORE HEADING TO THE GYM BUT NOTHING. I'M GUESSING HE HITCHED A RIDE ON ME WHEN I LEFT THIS MORNING AND EITHER FELL OFF OR JUMPED OFF EITHER ON MY TRAIN TO WORK OR SOMEWHERE AT WORK. MEANING HE'S LIKELY ALREADY SOME LUCKY BITCH'S PLAYTHING BY NOW... SIGHHHH.

"WHY WOULD HE NOT JUST WAIT AT HOME TO GET MY ATTENTION?.... UMMM... I'M NOT SURE BUT IT MAY HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH ME TELLING HIM I'D TURN HIM INTO A FOOT PET IF HER SHRUNK-- HUSH I KNOW I KNOW MOM I WAS JUST TEASING HIM AT THE TIME OF COURSE I WOULD'VE TRIED TO TAKE CARE OF HIM SOMEHOW IF I FOUND HIM LIKE I'M SURE HE WOULD'VE DONE FOR ME. LIKE MAYBE A NICE LITTLE DOLLHOUSE WITH A GIANT ROOM-SIZED LAPTOP SCREEN WITH LIFETIME NETFLIX ACCESS IN A HOME THEATER STACKED WITH GIANT SNACKS! HONETLY HE WOULD'VE PROBABLY LOVED LIFE AS MY LITTLE PET. BUTT..... I GUESS HE TOOK ME SERIOUSLY. WHOOPS. NOT LIKE I'LL EVER FIND HIM NOW."


I listened in on Abby's phone call with her mother from within her raging stomach, cursing violently at myself as she verbally laid out a tale of a dreamy life being taken care of by a beautiful caring goddess and living a life of luxury only possible at this size. A life that was forever out of my reach now, locked behind these impenetrable fleshy walls. Baking alive forever within her unforgiving stomach.



In the next conversation that caught my ear, Abby's friends who never seemed to like me were cheerfully encouraging her to come out bar hopping with them to celebrate her new single life. And she agreed.

A few hours later and my already insufferable prison was being steadily pumped full of concentrated alcohol. The alcohol filled the air and overtook my senses, causing me to want to wretch and scream even more than usual! And things only got worse when Abby entered the dance floor and began passionately swinging her gorgeous hips, inadvertently causing tsunamis of alcohol and acid within her cruel stomach prison.

On the outside, Abby is clearly having plenty of fun with her rowdy friends, oblivious to my continued misery. I can't help but wonder whether she'd really care even if she knew.

But despite the endless path of imprisonment and misery within her monstrous tummy that seemed to lay before me, I held on to one small ray of hope. If my sudden disappearance somehow caused her to go overboard and drink too much, then maybe... maybe it's possible she could get too wasted and throw me up... and then maybe I could somehow get her attention...
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