What happened? Why does my head hurt? I sat up rubbing my temple.  The last thing I remembered was sitting at the dining room table sipping my morning coffee.  I looked around but my vision was blurred.  Feeling around the ground, groping aimlessly, I realised that I was outside somewhere.  I had been laying on soft bare earth.  As my eyes began to focus, a large tree came into view in front of me.  Beside the tree was a massive boulder.  I rubbed my eyes and everything came into focus.  I was in a sort of desert with a single tree in the middle.  It was incredibly humid and the bright light in the sky made it impossible to see more than twenty meters.  I wondered how I’d gotten here.  I looked up towards the sun with hope that I could figure out which direction to head.  The bright disc of light was directly above me.  It wasn’t going to help me find my way at all.  As I brought my head back level, I inspected the large tree.  As my eyes moved down the trunk, past the branches, the froze on something.  Something large was coiled up in the tree.  My heart began to race.  I could feel my pulse pounding in my head.  I’d never seen anything so horrifying in my life.  At the end of the long, hose-like body was two beady eyes staring at me.  The forked tongue flickered, lightening quick.  I backed away slowly, trying to keep my upper body as still as possible.  Suddenly, I bumped up against something hard and smooth. I didn’t want to take my eyes of the gigantic snake but I needed to know what I was pressed up against.  Whatever it was, it felt unnaturally smooth to be in the middle of the desert.  I took a deep breath and inched my head to the side and found myself staring into a deep blackness, only a massive wall of glass separating it from me.  a feeling of vertigo rushed over me.  It felt like I was standing on the edge of the world, looking out into the void.  Closing my eyes, I turned back towards the gargantuan serpent.  When I opened my eyes, it was no longer in the tree.  Panic began to flood my brain.  I could feel my heart pounding inside my head like a drum.  Frantically, I scanned my surroundings until I spotted it.  A two meter high, tube was slithering behind a rock to my right.  It’s scales were large as dinner plates.  I turned and ran to the left.  I climbed up a nearby boulder.  A scaly tail slid past me.  How long is this thing? Jumping from rock to rock, I approached the tree, all the while trying to keep an eye out for the snakes head.  The last thing I wanted to was to look into those eyes another time but I knew that if I didn’t spot the head, I could very well end up inside it.  I shuddered at the thought of being squeezed and pushed deeper and deeper inside the snake.  I didn’t want to be eaten, I didn’t want to die. 

               One more boulder and I’d be able to reach one of the tree branches.  As I went to jump to the last rock I slipped.  Landing on my stomach.  At the same time, the massive serpent flew over my head.  It had lashed out but my fall had foiled it’s attempt.  As the monster circled around the clump of rocks, preparing for another strike, I skipped across to the next boulder and leapt for a branch on the tree.  I had never scaled a tree this quickly in my life.  I scrambled my way towards the top, the sun seemed to be getting bigger as I approached it.  Wait, the sun doesn’t change size.  As I reached the uppermost branch, I looked down to see the snake coiling its way up the trunk of the tree.  It’s tongue flicked out of the menacing seam that was its mouth.  I’d run out of tree, there was nowhere else to go.  I felt a frigid shiver wash over me.  I was going to be eaten.  I was going to die here.  I didn’t even know where here was.  It was like some kind of nightmare.  In desperation, I reached upwards.  Searching for a sign.  The same glass barrier blocked my hand.  Squinting into the intense light, I searched for a way through the barrier.  The serpent was closing in.  It was moving slow, savouring the hunt.  I looked back up and that’s when I saw it.  A small circle, a hole in the glass ceiling.  Taking a leap of faith, I launched myself towards the hole, grasping the inside edge.  I pulled myself through aching muscles, towards the tiny gap.  It was a tight squeeze but I made it through the hole and looked back through the glass.  The snake continued to stare at me.  The sunlight felt even hotter up here.  This place was so strange.  It felt so alien yet so familiar. 

               “Good job, little guy.” The familiar sounding voice boomed from somewhere out of sight.  My eardrums almost burst at the intense noise.  Suddenly, another light switched on, illuminating the rest of the world around me.  It was a bedroom.  The dimensions, however, felt off somehow.  Everything looked larger and more distant than it should have.  The sight gave me a feeling of vertigo.  As my vision focussed, I became aware of the gigantic face peering at me. 

“Brianna!” the name escaped my mouth before I could even make sense of what I was seeing. 

“Aww sorry, buddy.  You’re too small, I can’t hear your teeny tiny voice.” Her cold smile sent a shiver down my spine.

Too small? I looked down at my feet, I could see the snake peering up at me through the glass I stood upon.  That was when I remembered the other weekend when I visited home for lunch.  Brianna was over and was telling my sister, Abbey, about her new pet snake.  There had always been something about Brianna that bugged me.  I think it was her over-the-top personality.  I had always been nice to her though.  After all, she was my sister’s best friend. 

“Oh I know, right?” Brianna leaned closer, her face filled up my entire field of view.  “Weird isn’t it? Being so small.  I’m proud of you though, for escaping my pet snake.   I was kind of hoping to watch it catch you but I guess I can have more fun with you myself.  And anyway, if I do end up getting bored of you, I can always feed you to him again.”

What? I couldn’t believe my ears.  This had to be a dream.  A nightmare.  I pinched myself.

“You’re not dreaming.  Although, to me this is a dream come true.” With that, Brianna’s enormous hand reached out above me.  I tried to run but slipped on the glass.  As her thumb and forefinger grasped me, the breath was forcibly expelled from my lungs.  My chest ached from the pressure.  At my current size, I could see every groove of her fingerprints as if they were the ribs on a sheet of corrugated metal.  I figured that I was no bigger than her fingernail. 

               The giantess lifted me higher and higher, my feeling of vertigo returned and I felt as though I was going to pass out.  I’m not a religious man, never have been, but I found myself praying to every deity I could think of to make this nightmare end.  Pretty soon, I found myself dangling above Brianna’s head.  She examined my miniscule body through squinted eyes.  The smirk on her face showed how much she was enjoying this.  I wondered if Abbey knew about this, I wondered if anyone knew I was missing.  Gasping for breath, I tried to wriggle free. 

“Don’t squirm too much,” Brianna said, smiling. “If I drop you, you’ll either fall to your death on my bedroom floor or you’ll get lucky and land in my open mouth.  Personally, I think the whole landing in my mouth thing would be the most exciting.”

The giantess opened her mouth, revealing her massive teeth, colossal tongue and the back of her throat which seemed like a bottomless chasm.  “Wanna go for a closer look?” she said, opening her mouth back up.  In a panic, I began to squirm even more.  Looking around, I could see the room shifting.  Everything was moving upwards.  That was when I realised that I was moving downwards.  Downwards, towards Brianna’s gaping maw.  Is this it? Is this how I die?  My captors fingers loosened and I found myself falling.  I couldn’t help but scream.  One again, the wind was knocked out of me when I hit the slimy, pink tongue and began to slide towards the chasm beyond.  No, no, no, no!

               Brianna seemed to have zero intentions of stopping my horrifying slide.  I slipped past her uvula and my stomach dropped as I entered her oesophagus.  Without warning, I suddenly and violently stopped moving.  A hoarse noise echoed up from within Brianna’s throat and the walls of the slimy tunnel convulsed and squeezed at my tiny body.  The pressure was more intense than anything I had ever felt, even more so than the crushing force of Brianna’s fingertips.  Each time a cough erupted from below me, her throat contracted, pushing me back upwards.  Thick globs of fluid were dripping onto my head, lubricating my body.  With one final cough, my body was launched from the giantess’ throat and back onto her wet tongue.  With a deft flick of her tongue, Brianna manoeuvred my helpless body to the space just behind her front teeth and proceeded to rest her tongue on top of me, pinning me in place.    “Well that was a bit close for comfort wasn’t it?” her booming voice felt like a series of explosions. “I think next time I’ll just swallow you.  Save myself the discomfort of coughing you back up.”

From where I lay beneath the gargantuan tongue, I started to shiver, not from cold, in fact it was stifling hot inside Brianna’s mouth, but from shock.  I felt like my heart was going to give out.  At least it would save me from more of this torture.  The alcove in which I lay was beginning to fill up with a hot, slimy liquid.  I tried to sit up to get my head out of the pool but Brianna held me down with her powerful tongue.  I held my breath for as long as I could but eventually gasped for air.  My mouth was instantly filled with the foul tasting saliva.  In a panic, I swallowed only to have more salvia flood into my mouth.  I swallowed again and again.  Eventually, my stomach was full of Brianna’s spit.  My abdomen was cramping from drinking too much of the disgusting bodily fluid. 

               Just when all seemed, once again, to be lost, my body was lifted up by some invisible force and propelled from the giantess’ mouth.  I landed with a thud on the palm of her hand.  Brianna’s grim smile made me shudder.  Why was she doing this? What had I ever done to her?  My mind was a mess.  I couldn’t think straight.  This was the first tie I had ever experienced true fear.  Most people go through their entire lives without feeling this blood curdling sensation.  I wouldn’t wish such a feeling on anyone.  Not even my worst enemy, if I had a worst enemy.  Right now, Brianna seemed to be filling that role.  “Aww look, you’re shaking.  Poor baby.”

“Why are you doing this?” My shaky voice struggled to show itself. 

“Are you trying to tell me something? Sorry but like I said before, you’re too small for me to hear.”  Brianna wiped the slimy saliva from my body with the edge of her sleeve.  “Now to see how durable you are in this state.” I didn’t like the sound of that. “I’m having coffee with your sister in a bit and I think you should come with.”

Come with? Is she going to shove me in her handbag?  The reality turned out to be far worse.  Brianna reached down to the ground and brought up one of her ballet flats to show me. 

“Your chariot awaits.” No, No, NO!

Without a moments hesitation, the hand I was perched upon tilted, dropping me what felt like three stories into the shoe.  Looking upwards, I could see Brianna’s head getting further away and my view was replaced with the sole of her massive foot approaching me.  The walls of the ballet flat were too high for me to try scale in time so I ran as fast as my shaky legs could carry me towards the toe of the shoe.  I couldn’t run fast enough though and felt her toe strike me in the back.  My body hit the floor of the shoe and an excruciatingly intense weight pressed down on my back, pressing my face into the insole and cutting off my ability to breathe. 

I was being crushed by Brianna’s foot.  The sad thing was that she probably didn’t feel a thing and yet it was the most painful thing I had ever experienced.  Suddenly, the weight lessened and I rolled over onto my back, taking much needed gasp of air only to have the intense pressure of Brianna’s foot press down on me again.  Every few moments, her foot lifted off me a bit and then came crashing back down.  I figured she must have been walking.  With each step the giantess took, my face was pressed into the sole of her foot.  Each time she lifted her foot, I took in the biggest breath I could just in case she stopped walking and I didn’t get to take another breath.  The rancid smell of sweat began to fill the shoe and with each breathe of the foul odour, I also took in mouthfuls of the salty liquid that was being secreted from Brianna’s skin.  In spite of the agony that each step was putting me through, I was still in one piece.  It was surprising that I wasn’t just some tiny red stain on the bottom of Brianna’s foot.  The pressure of her footsteps made my bones feel like they were breaking but somehow they remained intact.  Perhaps whatever it was that Brianna had used to shrink me ha somehow made my extremely durable.  Some would say that I was lucky to not be crushed to death but to me death seemed like the better alternative.  At least there would be no pain in death.  Somehow, the worst day of my life continued to worsen.  I dreaded what was going to come next. 

After what felt like an eternity, Brianna stopped walking.  The full weight of her kilometre tall body pressed down on me.  My dark, cramped, sweaty prison began to move and shake and all the pressure suddenly lifted.  I could breathe properly again.  Sunlight came in through the opening of the shoe as the colossal foot exited it.  The ballet flat upended and sent me tumbling into the heel where the giantess plucked me up and brought me back up to her face.  After a brief examination she spoke, “wow, you’re still alive and remarkably unharmed.”  She obviously wasn’t talking about psychological harm.  I was still gasping for air when my captor decided to tease what she had planned next. 

“I figured you would like to spend some quality time with your sister.  Unfortunately, she’s not going to know about it.”  Brianna let out a wicked giggle.  “And now that I know you won’t be completely obliterated by this, I feel much better about it.  Maybe if I ever decide to return you to normal you can tell me all about it.”

Brianna then reached into her handbag and retrieved a small bottle.  Well, when I say a small bottle I mean relative to her.  It was still the height of a two story house to me.  The giantess unscrewed the cap on the tiny bottle and dipped my into the toxic smelling liquid within.  Holding onto me by the head, she submerged my body up to the shoulders.  The smell was making me light headed. 

“Well, now you’re all super glued up, it’s time to meet your sister.” Brianna strode off towards a coffee shop, still holding me by the head down by her side as discreetly as she could.  “Hey girl,” she said, sitting at a table.  From my vantage point below the table, I could see my sisters legs. 

“Hey Bree, how have you been? I ordered for you already, if that’s okay.”

“Thank you so much, I could really use a coffee.” 

               With nothing I could do, I hung there by the head, the super glue slowly becoming stickier and dripping less.  My neck was in so much pain.  I felt as though my head was going to pop off.  A part of me wished it would so this ordeal would finally end. 

“Oh my god,” Brianna exclaimed in a girly fashion. “I love your shoes, mind if I have a look?”

“Oh yeah, they’re new.  Here you go, try it on.  We’re still the same size right? Your feet haven’t grown recently?” Abbey was completely oblivious to the fact that her brother was being held captive at the mercy of her best friend. 

“Nope they haven’t grown,” said Brianna, laughing. Brianna turned the low-top boot around, examining it. Oh no.  She’s going to put me inside, I just know it.

But I was wrong.  Brianna discreetly pressed my body up against the sole of the shoe.  The super glue instantly adhered me to it.  With both hands now free, the giantess slipped her own foot into the boot and lowered it to the ground.  The pain was worse than being inside the ballet flat.  The hard sole of the boot crushing me into the café floor was excruciating.  I prayed for death but again it wouldn’t come.  For some reason my condition made me durable enough to survive.  I could hear Brianna speaking again as she removed the shoe. “Where’d you get them? I may have to get myself a pair.”

“Your birthday is in a few weeks, maybe that’s what I can get you.” My Abbey said as she took the boot back and slid her foot inside.  With my face stuck pressed up against the sole of Abbey’s boot, I couldn’t tell when the ground was going to rise back up to meet me again.  I braced myself as best I could, preparing for the impact.  My stomach churned as Abbey finished putting on her bot and swung her foot down.  The impact make me cry out in pain.  Unfortunately, I was too small to be heard.  If Abbey could somehow hear my cries for help she’d help me.  Or would she? I never thought Brianna was capable of this.  What if Abbey found me and decided to keep me as a pet to torture me like Brianna did all morning?  Surely she wouldn’t, right?

               After hours of being crushed under my sister’s boot, the pain lessened and then struck again and again and again.  She’d left the coffee ship and was walking somewhere.  It was difficult to hear what was happening around me over the sonic boom of each footfall.  I managed to make out the sound of a car door and felt my stomach tumble again as Abbey swung her legs into the car.  The minor reprieve didn’t last long before the accelerator pedal pressed into my back and that now all too familiar crushing sensation returned.  It was almost and hour before Abbey arrived at her destination.  Once again, I was smashed between boot and pavement.  I hoped the walk wasn’t going to last long.  Thankfully, my luck held out and I could feel fresh air rushing across my back.  I felt like I was upright again.  Abbey seemed to be sitting with her feet up. 

“Hey, feet off the coffee table.” It was my mother’s voice.  Once again I tried in vain to cry for help.  This was a horrific predicament.  I was super glued to the bottom of my sister’s shoe and she had no idea.  I had hoped that our mother saw me stuck there but no, she didn’t see me and Abbey smashed my insignificant body into the living room floor.  The carpet did very little to soften the blow.  My situation was hopeless.   Was this my life now? Was I destined to be constantly crushed beneath my sister’s foot every time he wore these boots?  I knew that I was more damage resistant but surely I would die of hunger or dehydration soon.  What if the shrinking made me immortal? What if I couldn’t die of anything and I was stuck here for eternity? I began to sob uncontrollably.  My body couldn’t be broken but my mind and soul definitely were.  Abbey eventually went upstairs and took her boots off, leaving them where they fell.  The boot I was glued to lay on its side so with what little strength I had left, I pried my head back and looked towards Abbey’s bed.  She was laying down looking at her phone.  Her feet dangled carelessly over the side.  I watched the almost hypnotic bounce of her right foot and felt a wave of fatigue wash over me.  I’d gone through so much today and couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.  As I drifted off to sleep I hoped I would never wake. 

               I awoke to the something prodding me in the back.  It wasn’t painful, just annoying.  I had no idea if it was the next morning or a week later.  I’d slept a deeper sleep than I had in a long time.  Before I had the chance to fully rouse from my slumber, a massive blade-like object appeared in front of my head.  It took a moment for me to realise that it was a fingernail.  The nail started prying me off the sole of the boot.  The tugging hurt but was nothing compared to what I’d dealt with the day before.  Suddenly, I fell away from the shoe and landed on the carpet.  I could see Abbey’s face peering down at me.  Her confused expression changed to shock and then suddenly to a laugh. 

“Is that you, big brother?” She laughed.  “Why are you so small and what were you doing stuck to my shoe?”

I tried to yell out to explain but she responded with, “sorry, I can’t hear you?” Typical.

Abbey scooped my exhausted, limp body from the carpet far more gently than Brianna would have. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.  You’re filthy.  I suppose that’s to be expected when you spend god-knows how long being walked on.  I didn’t even know you were there until I noticed what I thought was just some piece of dirt just now.” Abbey’s voice was hard to read.  She sounded concerned about me but also kind of excited.  Please don’t be like Brianna. Please.

She carried me on her palm into the bathroom.  “I don’t know how to do this properly but this should work.  Sorry in advance if I accidentally drop you down the drain.”

A large spout appeared over my head and a glob of hand soap smashed into me, completely covering my body.  I heard the tap running and was suddenly and violently mashed between Abbey’s palms.  Was she just washing her hands with me between them?  It took everything I had to hold my breath and not end up swallowing the soapy water.  Brianna’s saliva and foot sweat was more than enough.  A torrent of water washed all the soap away and I found myself looking up at Abbey’s smiling face again.  “There,” she said. “Much better.  Hopefully I got all the glue off.  I must have been some pretty strong stuff.”

               Back in Abbey’s room, she sat cross-legged on her bed and placed me in front of her.  Maybe she’s going to be gentle with me.  Maybe she’s going to help me.  I began to think of what I was going to do to Brianna once I was back to normal.  I fantasised about her being forced into a police car and taken to prison. 

“So,” Abbey said, smiling at me. “What should I do with you?” What do you mean? Why aren’t you calling our parents?

I was beginning to panic when Abbey said, “I know, I’m going to help you get back to where you belong, I promise.” Oh thank god. “But, only if you clean my feet.”

My heart sank and my stomach dropped.  I tried to object but Abbey was already stretching her leg out, placing her foot in front of me.   “You have tiny hands, I want you to clean any gunk out of the edge of my toenails.  If you do this for me, I’ll do exactly as I promised.”

The expression on my face must have voiced my objection for me.

“You’re going to do this for me, big brother.  Because if you don’t I’ll make sure no one ever finds you again.” Abbey giggled. “I can’t crush you, if I could you wouldn’t have survived being stuck to my boot.  I can’t just trow you in the bin, there’d be too much chance of you escaping and finding someone else to help you.  But no one will ever find you if you’re inside my stomach.”

I felt an uncontrollable shudder roll over me.  My own sister was threatening to eat me if I didn’t clean her feet for her.  “That’s right.  If you disobey me, I’ll swallow you whole.  Do you know how painful that would be? Being digested alive inside my stomach?  It won’t bother me at all.  I’ll just move on with my life.”

               I couldn’t believe my ears.  My own sister.  I decided that I had no choice.  This was my only hope to get back to normal so when Abbey lowered her foot onto the bed, I didn’t hesitate to start inspecting the edges of her toenails.  Some of the filth I removed was the size of a basketball.  I wondered how Abbey hadn’t bothered to clean this out before.  By the time I’d moved onto her second toe, I realised that although the chunks I removed from beneath her nails were big for me, they were probably negligible to someone Abbey’s size.  My hands were red raw and my fingers ached by the time I finished picking all five toenails.  I slumped down onto the bed but was met with Abbey’s other foot sliding towards me.  I looked up at my sister, hoping she’d changed her mind but she was just sitting there pointing to her open mouth.  I shiver ran down my spine and I got up and started the degrading task of cleaning my sisters toes.  When I’d finally finished the second foot, I didn’t even have a chance to sit down when Abbey scooped me up off the bed.  She held me on the palm of her hand as she inspected my work, running a fingernail around the edges of her toenails.  She made it past the first foot and I breathed a sigh of relief that my work was up to standard.  However, I froze when she checked the second foot and found the tiniest evidence of grime. 

“Not good enough.” Abbey’s voice had a menacing tone to it.  “Sorry bro but I did warn you.”

Without giving me a chance to plead, Abbey tossed me into her mouth.  It was much cleaner than Brianna’s mouth albeit no less terrifying.  I scrambled across Abbey’s tongue in an attempt to escape being swallowed alive.  There was no way Abbey was serious, surely my own sister wasn’t about to swallow me whole. 

               I had almost reached Abbey’s front teeth when she flicked her tongue and I landed on her molar teeth.  I screamed as the upper teeth came crashing down on me.  She had changed her mind and was going to chew me up instead of swallowing me whole.  The force of her powerful teeth grinding me up was just as painful as being crushed beneath her foot.  I felt like my flesh was being torn apart, like I was being flayed alive.  All of sudden, I was propelled from Abbey’s mouth and back onto her palm. 

“Oh, now would you look at that.  You’re completely unharmed.” Please, Abbey. Help me. “Sorry for the change of plans there.  Don’t worry, big brother.  I’ll take you to where you belong just like I promised.  The only problem is that you’re going to spend a little quality time with me first.  I’m still going to eat you.  I’ll get you out later.  Not too sure how much later.  It might be later today or maybe I’ll just wait to see if you can survive long enough to come out the other end. Anyway, enjoy the ride.”

With that, my sister threw me back into her mouth and with a deafening gulp, I slipped straight down the back of her throat.  I didn’t get stuck like I did in Brianna’s throat.  This time I slid right down.  Abbey’s oesophageal walls squeezed me until I free fell into a dark, wrinkly cavern.  I was inside Abbey’s stomach.  Please.  Please.  Vomit be back up.  Don’t leave me in here.

It didn’t take long for her stomach acid to begin its work.  My limbs started to tingle and eventually went numb.  I tried to take a step but without any feeling in my legs, I collapsed into the ever-growing pool of digestive juices.  I was trapped yet again.  Unable to move, I realised that this was it.  This was the end.  Even if Abbey only left me in here for an hour, I wouldn’t be alive to tell the tale.  I managed to roll onto my back and just stared at the wrinkled ceiling of my sisters stomach.  On the plus side, The acid numbed my body so it wasn’t as painful as I expected.

               As I lay there, being slowly digested, I found myself wondering what Abbey was doing right now.  What was happening just beyond the walls of my fleshy prison.  My mind also wandered to Brianna.  What was she doing? Had she moved on with her life as if I never existed? I had wanted to escape Brianna so badly but now I found myself wishing I was back in her ballet flat shoe.  Even after everything Brianna had put me through, at least she never actually swallowed me.  I looked down at my body, expecting to see my arms and legs missing but to my surprise, they were still there.  I really couldn’t die.  Now I definitely wanted Abbey to regurgitate me.  If she didn’t, I’d eventually make my way, involuntarily, into the intestines and then into her bowels.  I did not want to end up as part of her next bowel movement.  There are some parts of your sister I definitely didn’t want that.  In fact, the inside of her stomach was more than enough for me.  I wondered how much time had passed.  Almost as if I had willed it into existence, Abbey’s stomach contracted violently.  Then again, and again.  She’s trying to get me out.  I found myself smiling like an idiot.  Thank you, Abbey.  Thank you.

As if by magic, my numb body was lifted back through the sphincter in the ceiling of Abbey’s stomach and was forced back up the oesophagus.  I saw sunlight, and teeth and the outside world.  I found myself cheering as I was propelled, along with disgusting, half digested stomach contents, into a bucket. 

“Good work, Abbey.  You did it.  I can see him sticking out of the vomit.  You can get him out and wash him though.” That voice, I knew that voice.  It was Brianna. 

“That was gross.” Abbey’s voice sounded hoarse.  “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.  I wanted to just leave him there.”

“Well, if you want to you can swallow him again and forget about him.”

“No thanks, he’s not worth the effort of digesting after the discomfort of vomiting him up.”

Not worth it? My sister didn’t think I was worth it? I yelled out to her.  Arguing that I was worth it.  Arguing that she should swallow me again.  Why was I asking to go back? What was wrong with me?

“Look at that, Abbey.” Brianna laughed.

“What is it?” Abbey’s face appeared over the rim of the bucket. 

“He looks like he’s angry about being puked up.  Maybe we should have left him in there.  Maybe he liked it.”

“Well, you can have him then.  I hate vomiting and I don’t want to give hm the satisfaction of eating him again.”  With that, Abbey put on a latex glove and plucked me from the pool of vomit.  She scrubbed me with soap and water in the bathroom, this time she wasn’t as gentle.

“Here,” she said, handing me to Brianna. 

“What to do with him now?” Brianna asked, smiling wickedly.

               I didn’t really see how they could step it up from here.  I had been chased by a hungry snake, choked on, crushed beneath Brianna’s foot, glued to the sole of Abbey’s shoe, forced to clean Abbey’s toes and then chewed up and swallowed by my own sister.  I felt that no matter what they did to me, I could take it. 

“Hmm, I’m seeing my boyfriend later today.  Maybe we could use that.” I didn’t like the sound of what Brianna was saying. 

“Oh em gee, put him in your underwear.  See how your boyfriend reacts.” Abbey laughed in such an evil manner that I didn’t recognise her for a second.  Why were these two girls being so cruel? Abbey was supposed to be helping me.  She promised.

“Aww look at how horrified he looks.  He must feel so betrayed.”  Brianna giggled.

“Don’t look at me like that, big brother.  I promised I’d take back to where you belong and you belong to Brianna.  She shrunk you so she owns you.”  I looked at Abbey from my place on Brianna’s hand with such contempt. 

“She’s right.” Brianna agreed. “I own you.  You’re nothing but my pet, my teeny tiny little slave.  And now you’re going somewhere I bet you always wished you could go.”

She was only half right.  Although Brianna was a very attractive girl, only a year or two younger than me, I had never once tried to make any advances on her.  One thing was certain, I did not want to end up in her underpants. 

“And down you go, little man.”  Brianna reached under her dress and stuck me in between her butt cheeks.  The smell was rancid and I wanted to vomit. 

“So what is your boyfriend going to say when he sees him?” Abbey’s voice sounded muffled. 

“Oh he’s not going to know he’s there.  He’s been begging me to try anal for ages now and I think I might actually try it this time.”

“Eww,” Abbey exclaimed. “I don’t need to know that.  Although, what does that have to do with your little slave down there?”

“Guess where I’m sticking him.”  Brianna didn’t give me a chance to hear Abbey’s response.  She slid me inside her rectum, head first.  The small amount of air that was in there was thick and the stench was rancid.  And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse.

               It felt like I was inside Brianna’s asshole for years.  It was dead silent in there and with the stench, I was constantly drifting in and out of consciousness.  Suddenly, a dim light appeared behind me and illuminated part of the ribbed tube in which I was lodged.  Finally, she’s taking me out.

I was wrong.  Something pushed me deeper inside.  It wasn’t gentle either.  I could feel something wet and slimy down near my feet.  The object withdrew before ramming me further inside Brianna.  It took me a moment to figure out what was happening.  It was her boyfriend.  She said he’d been begging her to try anal.  And now his penis was pushing me further and further inside his girlfriend.  He was probably enjoying himself immensely, having the time of his life.  He had no idea that with each pleasurable thrust, he was ramming me deeper and deeper.  The tube was so tight that I couldn’t move my arms or legs.  I was completely at the mercy of this man that I had never even seen.  Heck, today was the first time I had even heard about Brianna having a boyfriend.  Eventually, I reached the point where Brianna’s boyfriend couldn’t push me any further inside.  I was just out of his reach.  With each thrust, I could feel his penis gently touch my feet.  The thrusts grew more frequent until eventually a hot sticky fluid surrounded me, pushing me even deeper than I thought possible.  The sticky liquid smelled considerably better than the rest of Brianna’s rectum.  It was quite sad that I actually welcomed the man’s orgasm.  The thrusting had completely stopped and I was left alone inside Brianna, surrounded by her boyfriend’s semen.  After everything I’d been through, I had come to the realisation that this was my life now.  Nothing but Brianna’s plaything.  I decided that if I ever made it out of here and if she even wanted me after all this, that I would obediently serve her no matter what.  Maybe she would be a little nicer if I did what she said and even if she didn’t want to be nicer, I was too tired to fight anymore.  I was at peace now with the fact that I was Brianna’s slave.  I wondered how I would ever get out of here.  Surely Brianna wouldn’t leave me in here forever.  She had to have a bowel movement at some point.  I only hoped that she fished me out of the toilet and didn’t just flush me.  I wanted to be hers.  It’s funny what such an ordeal can do to you. 

               I felt the semen begin to slide back down the tube, pulling me with it.  Brianna’s rectum convulsed and squeezed, pushing me closer to the exit.  I felt cool air on my legs.  Pretty soon, I could see the sunlight through the fabric of Brianna’s underwear.  Her body had forcibly expelled me.  I laid there all night, covered in her boyfriends semen.  The next morning, I was woken up by a flood of water crashing onto my face. 

“Good morning, my little slave.” Brianna’s smiling face hovered over me.  I smiled back.  “Ah, so you enjoyed that did you?  Well, I don’t know what else to do with you.  To be honest, I’m getting kind of bored.  I don’t really want to give you the satisfaction of making your way through my digestive system and crushing you won’t work.  Maybe I should just go back to plan A.  Enjoy.”

With that, Brianna dropped my tired body and I landed with a thud onto the sandy ground.  Looking around I quickly realised where I was.  I was back in the snake tank.  I could see the scaly serpent slithering  behind the rocks, stalking me.  I was back to being prey.  Looking towards the glass wall, I saw Brianna’s smiling face waiting to see if I escaped again.  I looked back at the snake, it’s head lay just a few metres from me, watching me intently.  Well, I guess I’m just prey.

The snake lunged, I held my ground and welcomed what I hoped would finally be an end to my life.  The serpent snapped it’s jaws closed around me and effortlessly pushed me deeper into its long, slithering body.  I felt it’s spine arch, crushing my bones.  I smiled at the agony as my bones actually broke.  I could die.  I had never felt so happy in my life.  I was about to die.  I hope you enjoy your meal as much as I will, Snake.