---

Valerie was inside the U.N. building with Joey and a few other bodyguards, preparing to make her proposal.  She did a combination of nervous fidgeting, pacing back and forth, and making disgruntled grunts.  Joey couldn’t help but smirk.  “You know, it’s oddly satisfying to see you like this,” he said.

“Yeah, well, this is it, you big sexy boy!  Everything changes here,” Valerie sighed, leaning against a wall.  “I miss when times were simpler.  Back when it was just me and-“

“Wait,” Joey said, listening to his communication device.  “Yeah, it’s time to start.  Too bad.  Would’ve been nice to talk with ‘actual human Valerie’ a little bit longer.”

“Baby, I’ll be any kind of human you want,” Valerie smirked, winking, though still clearly uneasy. 

Joey chuckled to himself.  ‘She’s actually kinda cute like this,’ he thought, ‘Too bad she’s an actual psycho.’

---

Laura was lying on her couch watching TV while her stomach continued to churn the still very much alive occupant within, as well as the rest of her mostly digested food.  Idly, she rubbed at her toned belly, and every so often she’d feel Trevor’s struggles and giggle.  ‘If only there was some way to get footage of him inside me,’ she thought. ‘You’d think by now there’d be something.’

After a while, Trevor really started to struggle.  Apparently he must have been desperate, because he was constantly pressing and hitting the wrinkly walls of Laura’s stomach, despite the fact that drops of undiluted acid undoubtedly burned at his flesh during the process.  “Oh wow,” Laura admired, “We got a fighter, ladies and gentlemen.”  She grinned, giggling as the sensation sent pleasurable waves throughout her body.  “There there, now… you’re my protein now.  The only place left for you to go is through the rest of me, and then into my toilet.  Just calm down and let yourself be all mine,” she cooed.

Little did Laura know, bits of Trevor were already being dissolved off of his body and filtering into her intestines.  Trevor was in a frenzy now, clawing and pushing and kicking at the inside of Laura’s stomach, anything he possibly could to have any chance of escape.  All his flailing could ever amount to, however, was a feeling of pleasure for the giant girl as she lay contently digesting her victim. 

Laura held a hand up to her face as a burp escaped her lips.  “Mmm,” Laura moaned as she tasted the flavor of Trevor’s body carried up through her esophagus.  She pushed against her belly, squashing Trevor between the walls of her stomach, feeling his frantic struggles redouble as he was crush between the slick fleshy walls secreting pure acid all over him, giggling all the while. 

Trevor was too badly burned, and too disfigured and dissolved.  Laura’s stomach acid began to fill burnt open parts of his body, filling his insides and sizzling away his organs.  Quickly there was very little difference between Trevor’s form and the rest of Laura’s stomach contents.  His struggling ceased, and his twitching corpse overtaken and fully digested by the foul chamber in its victory.  His body fell to the bottom of Laura’s stomach where it awaited being processed into her intestines.

---

Lucy hurried through to the lab at The Eye where Vivian worked alone.  ’This is my chance now,’ she thought, ‘Now that Val’s gone, maybe I can help Vivian escape, or something…’

“Vivian?” Lucy asked uncertainly as she opened the door to her lab. 

Vivian sat at a desk full of instruments, seemingly staring right through them in a trance. Her long,  dark, wavy hair had lost its sheen over time, and was unkempt.  The only acknowledgment Lucy received from her was a quiet grunt.

“Vivian…” Lucy approached her and touched her shoulder.  She half expected Vivian to jump or shy away, but she did not move a muscle, which somehow felt even worse.  “Vivian, Val is gone.  This is a chance you have to take.  To escape.”

“She’ll find me,” Vivian replied in a monotone voice.  “You know how her eye doesn’t glow anymore?  That’s not a sign her powers are weakening.  That means she’s mastered them.”

“It doesn’t matter.  She won’t find us,” Lucy assured, “If anything, you can hide with…”

“Your tinies, you mean?  And play castle with you every day?”

“Well…” Lucy shrugged, smiling nervously.  “I doubt Val would ever notice you there.”

“No,” Vivian sighed.  “I deserve this.  The only other possibility for me is death, and I’ve given up hope for that years ago.  She won’t let me die.”

“She can’t force you to do anything if you’re not around!” Lucy argued, “Come on, Vi!  You’re smart, and yeah you made mistakes but if you were given the chance you’d do it all over.  Nobody deserves to be condemned forever.”

“Heh,” Vivian chuckled, a stray tear falling down along her cheek, “Not everyone feels the same way.”

Lucy felt her heart drop as she noticed Vivian’s tear trail down her face.  “Just, let’s… let’s just GO!  Together!  Val doesn’t need us, and to be honest, she… she scares me now, anyway.  We can make new lives out there.  We’ll figure it out.”

Vivian held her hand to her forehead, but smiled.  “Ugh.  I don’t think you’ve ever said so many words at once in all the time I’ve known you.  Fine, then.  At least if she catches us I won’t suffer alone.  And… it’d be nice to really live again, and not just be stuck in hell.”

“Yeah,” Lucy cheered half-heartedly, “That’s the.. spirit.”

“Hey,” Vivian turned and looked up at her, smirking. “At least I have some left, right?”

As the two girls prepared to run off to parts unknown, Vivian couldn’t help but feel a growing glimmer of hope, something she hadn’t felt in what seemed like years.  ‘Am I really doing this?  Do I even deserve it?  I hope so.  I really hope so.’

---

Marie laid in bed reading a book.  It had been a great twenty four hours for her, with her prisoner still trapped in her vagina.  She had a hand down by her crotch as she read, idly stroking the curly blonde hair that showed just between her pussy lips.  ‘Such a sexy toy,’ she mused. 

Marie had lost track of just how many times she orgasmed since getting her hands on Robyn.  She had a feeling that they were certainly taking a toll on the tiny woman’s body, since her struggles weakened with each climax, though she was still very much alive.  Whenever she was done masturbating, she always positioned Robyn’s body the same way, positioning her so the top of her head was just between her folds so she could run her finger along the area and sensitive flesh, being reassured she was still there and not trying anything.  She enjoyed playing with Robyn’s hair like this, and once in a while it was fun to give her hair a firm yank, eliciting a pleasurable squirm from the trapped girl which would turn into another orgasm. 

There were other times when being stuck in the cramped, wet environment would be too much for Robyn, and she’d flail and struggle in desperation for the cool air that existed just beyond the top of her head.  But true to her word, if she squirmed too much it turned Marie on to the point where another crushing orgasm would threaten to drown her in Marie’s juices. 

There was one time where Robyn was jammed so hard and far into Marie’s pussy during a session that Robyn could feel the smooth, dimpled surface of Marie’s cervix at her feet.  While some women might not have enjoyed this feeling, Marie discovered she was very much not one of those women.  This coupled with Robyn hitting her g-spot amidst her struggling sent Marie over the edge fast.  Being so close to her cervix and g-spot during an orgasm, Robyn was crushed to the point where bright spots of light exploded like fireworks in her vision, and a sea of vaginal fluid erupted at her feet and almost drowned her in the endless expanse of pulsating, constricting flesh that entombed her.  It was the closest Robyn had probably come to really dying.

Robyn felt nauseas, and she really wasn’t sure at all if she had broken any bones through these trials or if it was just bruising.  She was weak from hunger and being in a constant uncomfortable position without being able to sleep, having nothing to consume but Marie’s vaginal fluids.  She figured she also probably had heat exhaustion.  Whenever she thought she might pass out, she felt Marie clench her huge pussy muscles tightly around her and she was snapped out of it.

Robyn tilted her head up toward the opening of Marie’s pussy lips, gasping in the cool refreshing air while she still could.  She was at a point where she couldn’t take any more, and had to move around to give some relief to her body and limbs.  “Mm mm mm,” Marie chided as she felt Robyn’s struggles.  Marie’s vagina constricted all around Robyn, and Robyn felt the crushing weight all around her as an inward force and Marie’s prodding finger pushed her in deeper.  Robyn felt the fleshy folds of Marie’s sensitive labia close over her face as she disappeared inside.

“Oh fuck yeah, here we go, dear,” Marie whispered, putting the book down, “I’m going to come so hard on you this time.  I hope you’re ready.” She gave a throaty chuckle, and reached for a small vibrator.

---

Valerie’s speech was about to start in fifteen minutes, and Sierra had just about finished her meal consisting of fries and a burger.  Over time, some restaurants managed to find a way to create miniature versions of meals for those who had shrunk, so that they weren’t just gnawing away at giant bits of food like some kind of animal.  It was one of many nice touches that were made to help make tinies feel like they’re just normal, everyday people again, despite the increasing popularity in abusing tinies.

Sierra sighed, looking over at Daphne’s food intently as her friend ate away at it.  While it was nice to have miniature food that was more portioned for smaller folk, it tasted nowhere near as great as the real thing.  Plus, it was easy to miss certain key elements to the meals, such as condiments.  Sierra’s burger had no ketchup on it, and Daphne had a huge pool of it right in her tray.

“Daphneee,” Sierra jokingly whined, “I need some of your ketchuuup.”

“Hm?” Daphne said, her mouth full of food that she quickly gulped down.  Sierra had a momentary hit of anxiety as she watched Daphne’s throat undulate and push her food down.  “Oh!” Daphne replied, “Right.  You can hop on in my tray if you like.”

Sierra pursed her lips.  “Is that really a good idea?”

“It’s fine!  I mean, I know you’re in there so I won’t scoop you up or anything.” Daphne assured, smiling down at Sierra and looking well-meaning enough.

“Right.  Or anything.”  Sierra sighed, then stood up and started climbing into the box.  She ended up sat upon the side of the tray and looked up at Daphne, who was watching with a playful gleam in her eyes.  Sierra looked down at the puddle of ketchup just below her feet.  “You’re not going to, like, push me into all that ketchup, are you?”

Daphne’s smile turned into a wicked toothy grin.  “Well, I was, but that takes all the fun out of it now, doesn’t it?”

Sierra started easing herself down into the tray.  “Girl, you behave yo-“ Sierra cut herself off as she lost her balance and fell right into the pile of ketchup.  It wasn’t a large amount, so she was able to quickly stand up and emerge from the goop, covered head to toe.  “Ack.  Shit!” she cursed. 

Daphne was laughing.  “Look at that!  I didn’t even have to do anything!”

“Ah, shut your stupid pretty face,” Sierra said.  The taste of the ketchup entered her mouth and she swallowed it down out of spite, doing her best to otherwise fling off extra bits of ketchup on her body while stepping out onto an empty part of the tray.  The cool, wet sauce was starting to make Sierra feel a bit chilly.

Daphne was still giggling.  “Guess you got your ketchup after all!”

“Yes, yes, ha ha.  So funny.  Can you help me now?  It’s getting a bit cold now that I’m all covered in this stuff.”

“Sure thing babes.”  Daphne bent over the tray.  Sierra’s eyes widened as she expected the worst, watching as Daphne’s visage seemed to eclipse anything else outside of the box, but Daphne soon scooped her up into a napkin.  “Need any help with that?”

“Nah, I got it,” Sierra replied.  She pulled at the edge of the napkin and rolled it over herself, drying herself off as best as possible.  When she emerged from the napkin she had managed to mostly dry herself off, but she was still uncomfortably sticky. 

“All right, then?”  Daphne grinned down at Sierra. 

Sierra looked up, noticing Daphne’s particularly shiny red lips, and her teeth as she smiled down at her.  An idea came to her mind, and she felt a nervous tingle run throughout her body.  An idea that she didn’t completely dislike.  “Um.  I’m still rather sticky…” Sierra looked away, blushing.

Daphne misunderstood Sierra’s body language. “Oh.  I’m so sorry!  I shouldn’t be laughing.  I can let you have a quick rinse-off in the sink, if you like!”

“Umm…” Sierra trailed off, getting a hold of herself.  She realized that that was a much more logical solution than what she was thinking.  “Sure, yes please.  And… it’s okay,”  Sierra took a deep breath.  Her heart was racing, but she didn’t think this was fear she was feeling.  ‘What’s going on with me?’ she wondered, ‘I was literally about to ask her to suck on me like a god damn candy.  That would have solved nothing.’

“Actually, wait,” Daphne said, “I think Valerie’s about to speak.”

“Ah, well,” Sierra replied, “Guess I’ll hang around to hear her opening lines before I rinse myself off.”

---

“Just so you know,” Valerie said, beginning her address, “I don’t want to have to do this, but I know it’s the only way to make sure things get done properly.  I’m kinda taking over the world.  So all major countries will obey me from now on.  All decisions I make will be followed, or there will be consequences.  I understand that this is a lot to take in, so I’ll give you a moment.”

There was naturally a stunned silence following Valerie’s words as all the different ambassadors of the world stared at her, and their translators relayed her message.  The ambassador of Russia was the first to react, throwing his head back and laughing heartily.  “This is a joke, yes?  You and your puny organization-“

“No, sir,” Valerie said, cutting him off, “This is just me.  It has nothing to do with The Eye, but I’ll be controlling them as well.  I know how this sounds, but we are going to do great things here.  All of us.  World and Valerie!  Er, Valerie and World!” Valerie grinned, “I mean, I should come first since this is technically all because of me.”

“Are you mad?” The ambassador of France asked.  “Even if this isn’t some ill timed joke, what makes you think any of us would take you seriously?”

“Glad you asked, monsieur,” Valerie replied.  “Right about now, actually, you should be getting some calls in about just that very thing!”

Gradually, all the different members did, in fact, start receiving calls regarding their state of affairs.  Each one nervously regarding Valerie after hearing what was going on.  The ambassador of France was the first to act.  “Someone, take her into-“

With a wave of Valerie’s hand, the entire room full of people ended up shrinking instantly, even Joey and her other bodyguards.  Valerie, the only one normal sized left, strode over them, giving them all a deadly look.  “Sorry, sir.  But I am serious.  And the sooner you start obeying me, the better it is for everyone.”

---

Sierra and Daphne watched the events unfold, mouths wide open as their eyes were glued to the TV.

“Uh…” Sierra began, trailing off in disbelief.

“Huh…” Daphne said, very much the same.

---

The news broke out all over the world, and it would be a day most of the world remembered.  There was an attack on every major nation in the world simultaneously.  What further confounded everyone was the fact that it was all done by a single person.  Valerie.

As she was speaking to the U.N., somehow she was able to do the impossible.  All around the world were reports of Valerie herself, standing at 150 feet tall, attacking the buildings of different leaders and governments.  In each country, she stomped her opposition flat, wrecked key buildings, and crushed key figures, leaving everyone in a state of panic and confusion.  Any and all  defensive measures were unable to even touch her for unknown reasons.

Such a coordinated attack did exactly what Valerie set out to do; she wanted the world to be helpless and scared and uncertain.  This was the perfect stage to take control.  There would be no question of what she could do and what would happen if she were crossed, yet at the same time her powers were a boundless enigma.  She was a storm of beauty and brutality.  Over the course of the next twenty four hours, every country and power in the world would bow to her in subservience, however reluctant they may be.

At least… for now.