~

     It was Sarah and Josh’s wedding today, and the bride and groom had looked immeasurably happy as they stood at the altar to commit the rest of their lives to each other. Near the back of the seating, Caleb looked on with an entranced smile, and glanced at the girl to his left. He’d invited Farrah, a friend of his from work. He’d liked her for a few months now, and was surprised when she’d agreed to attend as his plus one. He wasn’t sure if she liked him back, but the fact that she’d said yes to come along was certainly a good sign of things to come.

     The ceremony had gone on without a hitch, and soon enough, Caleb found himself seated at one of the “Friends of the Groom” tables alongside his date for the evening. All he’d done was duck under the table to grab the fork he’d dropped, but before he could get back up, he found the world around him ballooning to epic proportions as he somehow shrunk down to an impossible height, along with his clothes. “Holy shit…” he muttered, looking around at his surroundings. The underside of the table seemed to tower hundreds of feet above him, and the legs of various acquaintances of his encircled him, dressed in black and gray slacks and a rainbow assortment of sundresses. The shock of what had happened to him sent him falling onto his knees as he struggled to comprehend his new reality; if this was a dream, it was easily the most lifelike he’d ever experienced, a new tier of imagination. But then the adrenaline set in, and he knew that whether it was a dream or not, he had to get some help. Technically, there were other people at the wedding who he knew better than Farrah, but traversing out into the open to find someone better—thereby risking getting stepped on by one of the hundreds of guests milling around—would be too insane of a risk. So he set his eyes on the towering pillars of her legs, and ran over to try and climb up them to get her attention.

     By now, Farrah had obviously realized that Caleb had gone, but since it had only been a few minutes, she just assumed he had gone to the bathroom without letting her know. She never felt his little body climb onto her heels and ascend up her leg, which luckily was slanted at an angle, so it was more like he was climbing up an incline rather than a wall. Then he got to her knees and made his way across her thighs, climbing onto the hem of her dress next (which was an easier surface to grab ahold of compared to her freshly shaven skin). Before he knew it, he was climbing right next to her stomach, and he heard something gurgle from within her dress, no doubt the evidence of her digesting the night’s dinner. Once he was high enough, he made the leap from the climbing wall of her dress onto the table, falling to his hands and knees in relief of completing the stressful journey, and taking a moment to catch his breath.

     Knowing that his journey wasn’t over yet, he got up and turned around, gazing at Farrah’s massive figure. She was strikingly beautiful, especially in the yellow summer dress she had on. And she seemed to be looking around anxiously. It dawned on him that it had taken him somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes just to get up to the table, and it touched him as he realized she was probably looking around in worry. The shrunken phone in his pocket obviously didn’t work at its new size, so her texts and calls were coming up empty. “Farrah!” he shouted up at her, but she didn’t even look down. “FAARRRRRAAHHHHH!” he bellowed, as loud as he possibly could. But the chatter of the guests and the live band’s music completely drowned out his undersized sound waves. Shit, I’m gonna have to get up to her ear, he realized. Or at least her shoulder, and try again from there. So he leapt off the table, back onto the midsection of her dress, and began climbing once again. Even if I don’t reach her shoulder, at least someone might see me trying to climb her, he figured. Although they might think I’m a bug. Which could be bad. But he didn’t have any time to mull it over any more, as Farrah leaned forward to grab the pitcher from the middle of the table. Caleb wasn’t able to keep his grip once he was practically hanging upside down, and he fell off her dress, straight into her empty cup, with pink droplets of punch lining the inner edges from her first serving. 

     Before he could wonder if he was trapped, Farrah leaned back to her sitting position, holding the pitcher of juice in her right hand, and poured it right into the cup Caleb was trapped in. He felt like he was hit with a waterfall as it landed nearby, several droplets pelting his body, and he gasped for breath and struggled to stay afloat with the swirling, rising liquid. He was shocked at how cold it was, and didn’t even notice she’d stopped pouring until he felt his body move upwards, and noticed the level of the drink was becoming angled; she’s about to fucking drink me, he realized as he looked up to see her mouth slowly getting closer. “FAAAAAHHH… RUHHHHH!!!” Just then, her giant head turned downwards, and her eyes focused on his thrashing body right in the middle of her cup. Luckily, she was close enough that she knew he wasn’t a bug, and could recognize his tiny face as the one of her former date.

     “Caleb…?” she whispered, not wanting the other guests at the table to notice her talking to her drink, and was surprised when his face lit up in a relieved smile, nodding up and down. “Are you… is this real?” she asked, looking around the room at the other people. But nobody else seemed to be paying any attention to her, and they all seemed focused on their own dinners and conversations. 

     “I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED,” he shouted, still struggling to keep himself from drowning; he had never been very good at swimming. “CAN YOU HELP ME?” She nodded slowly and began to reach out with her finger extended towards the inside of the cup, wondering how this could be happening. She figured either it was a really weird prank of some kind that she couldn’t figure out how it worked, or someone had slipped some kind of drugs into the punch and she was hallucinating. Maybe both. 

     What are the odds that he’s actually shrunken though? Farrah wondered, telling herself to be smart. People hallucinate all the time for various reasons, but people losing 99% of their size has never been possible in the history of humanity. Only a few inches away from grabbing her date for the night, her hand stopped; her head might be broken for the moment, but clearly it was still working well enough to keep ahold of some logic. So she decided, if she was going to be hallucinating for the night… why help the guy out instead of swallowing him and seeing where the visions took her next?

     With an eager grin on her face, she retracted her hand and continued lifting the glass up to her mouth, as Caleb’s expression fell upon realizing what she was about to do. “FARRAH, YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” he frantically cried out, as the girl’s gaping cavern opened up even wider in anticipation of her new dessert. The cup tilted sideways, and he tried his best to swim against the current, away from her waiting mouth, but it was ten times stronger and faster than he could ever be. He tumbled out of the glass and landed on her tongue, as the remnants of her drink washed around him and flowed towards the dark depths that formed the entrance to her throat. His hands grasped onto the tastebuds of her tongue, like little divots to clutch onto and keep himself from sliding backwards. But then her lips closed, sealing him into the darkness. He quickly felt the air inside her mouth begin to get warmer, and more humid, without the entrance to her mouth to provide fresh air like before. He ripped off his tuxedo, since there really wasn’t any point in staying decent anymore, especially with how much he was beginning to sweat. Is she gonna swallow me? Would I die in her stomach? I don’t even know if this is still a dream or not… Farrah’s tongue started to almost dance around as well, taking Caleb’s now naked body along with it, coating him in her gooey saliva. He kept having to brush it off his face to allow himself to continue breathing, even if the air was tainted with the bitter stench of recently chewed up food. Her tongue raised up to the roof of her mouth, pressing his body and threatening to flatten it, as his face got jammed into the surface of her sticky tongue. And then he was roughly shoved aside, in between her rows of teeth and into the cushy padding of her inner cheek, folding his little body between its fatty tissue. She sucked on him like he was a candy, which forced him against her impenetrable, dripping white teeth as her mouth’s suction ravaged his body. Eventually, he vomited his dinner from the night, unable to stomach the rough turmoil and awful, hardy smells, although the throw-up quickly got swallowed along with a load of her spit. At one point, he fell into the bottom of her mouth, under her tongue, and she slammed the heavy appendage down on him, squeezing him against her lower gums and submerging his face in a pool of her saliva. For a fleeting moment, he had the thought that it felt like he was lying in a bed with a weighted blanket, as the various elements of her mouth were disgustingly soft. Although obviously his ordeal was far more wet and sticky than any regular night’s slumber. After several minutes, Farrah had finally decided that she had had her fun playing with him, and wanted to see what the next “stage” would feel like. So she angled her tongue upwards to the roof of her mouth and slid it back. Caleb wasn’t able to hold on any longer, and he fell off her tongue, into the dank, pitch black recesses of her hungry throat.

     Farrah smiled as she felt Caleb’s body begin to slide down her gullet, barely perceptible to the outside observer if anyone was paying attention. But Farrah wasn’t talking to anyone, so nobody gave her more than a glance, and the little human body that slid through her went unnoticed by everyone at the wedding. If he had gone down feet first, he might’ve had a fighting chance at crawling back up her throat, somehow being able to fight back against the giant woman’s anatomy. But he was upside down instead, more hopeless. It’d be cool if he makes it out, Farrah thought, swirling her punch around in its glass absentmindedly as she thought about the man trapped inside her. But if not… oh well. He was only a date. Since Caleb hadn’t been chewed and was a little more than an inch long, it was harder for her to swallow him compared to most foods, but her muscles worked their magic and slowly squeezed him down, little by little. It was an odd sensation, having a wet, slimy wall simultaneously relax and contract around him like it was alive. Obviously Farrah was alive, but her throat muscles felt like they had a mind of their own, working him like a machine, until he felt his head emerge from her esophagus into a seemingly wider, more open space that wasn’t compressing him anymore. With fleeting thoughts, he felt dejected as more of his body began to get pushed out of her throat, and he knew that as soon as it fully let go of him, he’d drop into her stomach, and it’d be physically impossible to ever climb back out. As if on cue, her throat let go of his feet, and he immediately splashed down into a pool of her recently eaten foods and stomach acids. 

     Having fallen head first into the mess, he promptly jerked his head up out of the fluids, shaking his head fervently of all the grime, and blindly waded in the darkness for a few feet until he felt his hands grasp onto the edge of her stomach. But the walls were too steep to lean or rest against, so he was unable to give himself a moment to lie down and rest. Luckily he was still able to hold onto one of the ridges, and it wasn’t too much work to simply cling to it while he thought about his predicament. The only way out at this point to somehow survive this is to come out her other end, he realized miserably, groaning at his predicament. As he took a few minutes to mentally process what that ordeal would look like, his eyes began to adjust to their surroundings, giving him his first glimpse into what the inside of a human stomach looked like. It obviously wasn’t very bright, since there were no lights, but it seemed like the light from out in the real world was just barely shining through the translucent layers of her skin and stomach, like when you hold a flashlight up to your hand and can see the light on the other side. The effect was a barely perceptible glow, highlighting what looked like dark pink, slimy walls with little minor ridges like the one he was holding onto. It reminded him of a brain almost, with the irregular zigzagging of the shapes that made its way around him. He also began to notice a sensation at his legs, like a kind of prickly tingling on his skin. It must be the stomach acid trying to digest me. If that were true, it meant he should probably make a move on sooner rather than later. It didn’t hurt yet, but he didn’t want to wait too long to find out how long it took for a giant human being to digest a tiny one. Despite his impossible, fantastical situation, he was still determined to somehow make it out alive if he could.

     Meanwhile, in the real world, Farrah was enjoying feeling Caleb inside her a lot more than she had expected. When he slid down her throat, he was still squirming about a little bit, and she’d never eaten anything while it was still alive so it was an entirely new sensation for her. And while it wasn’t easy to detect, if she was perfectly still she thought could feel the little, tiny movements that he made as he swam to the edge of her stomach. But more than that, just the idea that he was down there, stuck in there, started to turn her on. Her hand snaked down between her legs, and she subtly began rubbing herself through her sundress and underwear at the thought of Caleb trapped in her stomach like a mere piece of food, ready to be digested. Within seconds, she felt herself start to get wet, so she excused herself from the table and made her way to the bathrooms.

     Because of the location of the wedding, a sort of inside-but-outside event, the bathrooms were actually a set of elaborate, luxury outhouses on the perimeter of the grounds. So she had a bit more privacy than if she was just in a regular public bathroom stall. She almost tripped over her heels just on the walk over to them, unable to contain her excitement, before hurrying into one of the rooms and quickly latching the door shut behind her. Setting the toilet lid down, she collapsed on top of it and leaned back against the wall and quickly started going to town with more passion than would ever have been remotely acceptable if she was still seated at the table. She’d kicked her heels off and opened up her legs, planting her left foot against the edge of the sink and her right foot against a shelf on the wall, lifting her dress up and sliding her panties down. Her back slumped against the wall, and she slid her fingers down to her lips and began slowly rubbing up and down.

     On the inside, Caleb nearly lost his grip on her stomach as Farrah got up from the table and hurried over to the bathrooms. The thick fluid beneath him began to splash around, like he was in some kind of weird wave machine that swelled away from him, before crashing against his legs and back, and then swirling all around behind him while he did his best to keep his head clear so he could continue breathing. Although the “air” was hardly even worth inhaling, since it was impossibly humid, a strong, bitter miasma that reminded him of the dinner they had eaten together before she had him as dessert. He knew she was heading somewhere, but he couldn’t tell where she went, and didn’t realize when she started playing with herself.

     “I wonder if you can hear me,” she husked, louder than a whisper but not too loud in case anyone was outside the bathrooms and might hear her. But he could definitely hear her. Her voice was like a rumbling sensation that vibrated her body just enough for the one inch man to feel it shake his own. “I can’t really feel you anymore; I don’t know if you’re dead, or if you just stopped moving.” Her casualness over the whole situation just angered Caleb, but what could he do? He didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of trying to make himself known again, although he didn’t think he could anyways. If he let go of his hold on the lining of her stomach, he’d sink back into her vile digestive pool. “I’m gonna guess you’re still alive though, it hasn’t been that long since I swallowed you,” Farrah continued. “So I wonder what this would feel like.” Uh oh… Suddenly, Caleb was sent flying off the wall, as Farrah curled her fist up into a ball and lightly pounded against her stomach, knocking on it like it was a door. The surprise impact had messed with the shape of her stomach, which is what caused Caleb to get dislodged, back into the center of her fluids like he was another piece of food. This time, he wasn’t able to keep his lips closed, as her insides began sloshing around again like an even more violent wave pool than before, and some of the bitter yellow and brown material made its way into his mouth. It was acidic and thick, tasting almost like vomit—although that’s pretty much what it was. As he struggled to stay afloat while Farrah pounded against his new home with one hand while pleasuring herself with the other, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to stay here forever. And the longer he was here, the worse his situation seemed to get anyways. He knew he just had to make his way to her intestines somehow, and hopefully he’d be a bit safer there.

     If his memory of what a stomach looked like was correct, that meant that the exit was on the sides, and not directly at the bottom. But which side? he wondered, looking around. The top of her stomach seemed to slant towards his left, instead of being a uniform shape; so that was probably where the entrance to her intestines were. He’d just have to swim “underwater” and try to feel for it with his hands. Waiting for Farrah’s playful sloshing to simmer down enough to compose himself, he sucked in a heap of her rancid, sour air, squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, and dove down into the murky goop. 

     For a few seconds, he was completely free, wholly immersed in Farrah’s warm fluids and no longer held prey to the whims of her sloshing her stomach around to torment him. But then his hand touched something, what felt like the lining of her stomach again, and he began to grapple about and look for an opening. He was running out of breath, and he didn’t want to imagine what it would be like to drown in her stomach acid. Letting his little lungs fill up with the giant’s gastric juices was a nightmare in itself. But just as he was beginning to lose hope, his hand found something that seemed to curve inwards, and he grabbed onto it and pulled himself closer. It felt circular in shape, like a hole in her stomach that wasn’t quite large enough for him to swim through. But as he poked and prodded, it seemed to come to life and recognize him as a piece of food, opening wider to latch onto him and suck him through. Just as his lungs were beginning to burn from the strain of holding his breath, he emerged out the other end of the orifice as it closed again behind him, and he gasped for air as he found himself in a new location.

     Wiping off the muck from his face, he opened his eyes and began to take in the new surroundings from this next stage of his journey. Her small intestines looked like a kind of tunnel, that were about as wide as he was, and seemed to twist around before turning a corner in the distance. Like her stomach, there were minor ridges every couple of feet (from his perspective), but what was far more noticeable were the thousands of villli that lined the cylindrical chamber. They were shaped like sausages, but obviously much smaller since there were so many of them. As Caleb tried to stand up, they tickled and swished around at his bare feet, and brushed against the top of head. It was too hard to maintain his balance though, so he fell over, face first into the wriggling worms. He felt as if they were trying to leech onto him somehow despite how stubby they were, as if he was a piece of digested food that they could suck sustenance from. And the smell wasn’t any better than her stomach. He started to crawl forward, slowly making his way through Farrah’s slimy intestines, and the further he got, the more rancid the smell got. Since the purpose for this area of her body was to absorb the nutrients from her food, the chyme from her stomach only got more and more rotten as it traveled along, with Farrah’s body soaking up all the best bits and leaving the secretions to amass into putrid clumps. 

     Unbeknownst to Caleb, Farrah was able to feel when he tried standing upright in her guts since his body was just about the same height as the diameter of her intestines. She felt a small bit of pain as he unknowingly stretched the outer lining of her intestines just from his movement, except she was smart enough to know what that pain was. It could only have been caused by Caleb. Which meant that he had somehow survived her stomach, and was now still living and moving around in an even deeper area of her body. She’d already been brought to orgasm just by imagining what it was like for him in her stomach, but knowing that he was still persevering through the whole ordeal somehow was really the cherry on top. She wouldn’t be able to spend the rest of the night in this fancy, wedding outhouse, so she pulled her panties back up, cleaned herself off, and hurried out to head home immediately without even saying bye to anyone.

     Around 15 minutes had passed of Caleb crawling his way through Farrah’s murky insides. Because of how long her intestines were, but how tiny he was at the same time, making his way through her guts was like having to squirm through a thousand feet of her increasingly stinkier digestive tract. At one point, he came to a deposit of goop that looked to be one of the most disgusting possible colors, a kind of slightly green-tinted, yellow brownish liquid that oozed out from around the villi. It was the bile from her liver, meant to help break down the proteins and other nutrients from her food. He couldn’t go around it, he couldn’t go over or under it; he just had to go through it. He tried standing again, but slipped in the fluid and fell down again, being forced to continue crawling on his naked hands and knees. It was almost like wading through a kind of watery mud, except it clung to him more even after he had finished passing through it, and trying to wipe it off just got it on his hands some more instead. Out of a fit of sudden anger, he punched the wall, smashing some of her villi and realistically not doing any damage because of his size. But it was just enough that Farrah was able to feel it, right as she’d gotten home from the venue. She bit her lip as she felt the little, minuscule twinge inside of her, knowing who it was. “In a way, tonight was easily the best first date I’ve ever been on,” she told him, closing the front door to her apartment and collapsing on her couch. On the way over here, she’d changed her mind of being indifferent with whether he got out or was digested. Knowing he was still alive somehow had given her a new perspective, and she’d decided that she’d do whatever she could to keep him inside of her for as long as possible. Even if that meant shitting him out in a few days, cleaning him off, and swallowing him all over again. His little one inch self was at the mercy of her whims, and whatever she decided to do with him would simply come to fruition; there was no way he could fight back, there was no way he had any choice or independence anymore.

     Eventually he made it to her colon, which had been easier to crawl through since she was laying down on her couch now, pleasuring herself to the thought of Caleb’s shrunken, helpless body while he was in the last stretches of his journey. Her large intestines were, obviously, larger than the previous leg of his trip. The villi were gone, and instead the fleshy tubing had ridges again every couple of feet, prominent and large, that he had to climb over each time. The surface itself was fairly smooth, and as slippery as one might expect from a body’s internal organs. He could even see the blood vessels that ran through, all around him, reminding him that his prison was a living one. With renewed hope from how close to the exit he assumed he was, his traveling went quicker now, occasionally stumbling along the mucus-laden corridor. But as he turned the second sharp corner of the giant’s colon, he stopped in his tracks as he found something blocking his path. Twice as tall as he was, dark brown, and smelling far worse than anything he’d encountered yet, a giant piece of shit stood in front of him. It’s size took up the entirety of Farrah’s large intestines, so there was no way around it, and it didn’t seem to be moving at all. Just from being so close to such a revolting piece of fecal matter, his body tried to throw up again, except it only resulted in dry heaving. He considered waiting around for it to move, but it was simply too nauseating to be around, so resentment and frustration in his mind, he scurried back to the entrance to her colon and took a seat, laying against the wall. He’d have to just wait here for a few hours until the exit cleared out and he might be able to make his escape. And now that his body was relaxing after so many strenuous ordeals over the last hour or so, he was starting to feel sleepy. At least if I take a nap, I might be able to dream about something else and forget this for a little bit until I have to try and escape again. So with a waning sense of hope on his mind, he dozed off, slumpinig into the mucus and hoping his imagination would take him somewhere nicer.

*    *    *    *    *    *

     A week had passed.

     Caleb still was inside Farrah’s guts, except by now, they were both loving every minute of it.

     After several days of failed escape attempts, partially hindered by his fear that he might get squished into the wall by her shit and suffocate (or wait near one of the giant pieces of excrement while another one came along from behind, and get suffocated that way, which would obviously be worse), he’d now given up entirely. At one point, after not eating or drinking anything for so long, he’d had to crawl back all the way to the entrance of her small intestines to fill his appetite. As much as the idea obviously had disgusted him, the human fight for survival was stronger, so at wit’s end, he had been willing to dig into the clumps of her digested foods. Since it was at the beginning of her digestive tract, it was where the food tasted the “best,” since it hadn’t lost almost any of its nutrients or vitamins yet, and therefore flavor. But with every bite into the mushy material, his tongue was met with a mix of acids, mucus, bile, along with whatever actual “food” was still remaining. Sometimes it was like a game for him, trying to figure out what it was that Farrah had eaten. He felt like a tiny baby bird in his cavern, eating the vomit-flavored mulch that his goddess had given him.

     And after a few days, his incarnate desires had taken over, and he’d started masturbating inside of her too. Sometime’s he’d pile some of her juices and food around his dick, using it as a lubricant before he came all over his soon-to-be dinner. Or other times he’d just fuck his meals instead, pretending the warm, gooey mush was somehow alive.

     In the end, he didn’t even want to leave Farrah. And every once in awhile, he’d given his giant savior a sign that he was still in there, somehow continuing to survive day after day. Her colon was his home, her fluids and excrement were his food and drink, and whatever he could get his hands on or his dick into was his lover. In every aspect, he depended on her for survival. And he continued to spend the rest of his days with the one who had given him a new purpose in life.

~

     I’m sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch, watching the New Year’s Eve celebrations on TV.

     My roommate Abby comes home. “Ugh, I can’t wait for summer to get here,” she pouts. “We’re not even halfway through the school year but I’m already so tired of those kids sometimes.” She throws her purse on the couch and sits behind me.

     I jump a little bit, startled by her entry. “At least you still have some time time of winter break left at least,” I tell her.

     “Yeah, I guess,” she sighs, putting her legs up on the couch and eying me curiously. “Is Ashley home yet?”

     “Yeah, she should be upstairs,” I respond. “She’ll probably be down soon I imagine.” I go back to watching TV without paying much attention to the look in Abby’s eye.

     “You know, I’m feeling kinda hungry.” She smirks, surprised at how oblivious I am.

     Ashley’s voice bellows from somewhere above them, “Did someone say they’re hungry?”

     “We should have plenty of food in the fridge, I think there might even be some leftover pizza and pasta,” I tell Abby. “I could be wrong though, not like I can really check on my own, ya know?” I lay down on my side on the table to get a bit comfier.

     Abby rolls her eyes and gets up to get some pasta from the fridge. She brings it back without worrying about heating it up, and sits back down on the couch. “I don’t know why you always like sitting on the table, I can’t imagine wood’s that comfy.” She suddenly picks me up, pulling the bottom of her shirt up a few inches and setting me down on her stomach. “I’d think my belly’s a lot softer, isn’t it?”

     I look up at her face as best as I can from my vantage point. “It is softer, but it’s also prone to movement and makes noises, which makes it a bit hard to fear the TV sometimes.”

     Ashley runs downstairs and goes to the kitchen to get some chips.

     Abby shrugs, “OK, then I just won’t move my stomach. But making noises is just a natural sound, can’t help that part.” She begins eating the pasta while keeping her eyes trained on me, gulping the food down and wondering how long it’ll be before I can hear it.

     It doesn’t take long before I do. I turn to look up at her again, and see her staring at me. “Is there anything I can help you with? Or can I go back to the table until after you finish eating?”

     Ashley takes a seat next to Abby, setting a glass of wine down on the couch-side table.

     “You know, your skin tone is actually the same color as this pasta,” Abby notes. “Kinda random but just something I realized.” Ashley giggles, easily able to tell where the interaction is headed.

     I narrow my eyes at Abby. “You’re not thinking about…? You wouldn’t, right?”

     “You know…” Abby picks me up with her left hand and dangles me in front of her face, and then picks a piece of pasta up with her other hand and dangles it next to me. “The two of you are even the same size!”

     “Of course, but I’m fully clothed and the pasta isn’t. I also speak and move, which pasta doesn’t do. Ashley, tell Abby she’s being ridiculous.”

     Ashley snorts a laugh, “Don’t tell me what to do dude, this is funny.”

     “You’re right,” Abby says, “the pasta isn’t clothed. I don’t have any clothes to put on the pasta though, so I guess yours will have to come off.” She sighs and begins tugging at my tiny pants.

     I try to hold onto them. “No they do not! What do you think you’re doing? Normally there is a very different conversation between two people before pants come off.”

     “Relax weirdo, I’m not taking your underwear off too. I can’t believe your mind would even go there, jeez,” she giggled. “Typical men, always thinking about sex, right Ashley?” My other roommate nods with a smile, taking a significant gulp of her wine. “Now stop trying to hold on or you’re gonna rip them.”

     Realizing that my clothes are kinda expensive and I don’t want them to get ruined, I hesitantly help her remove my pants so they don’t tear. “Alright, fine,” I grumble.

     “And your shirt.”

     I let out an irritated sigh, but remove that too.

     “OK, now comes the taste test!” Abby grins. “You probably know whose breath is worse at your size, so I’ll let you pick who gets to do the honors.” She points back and forth between her and Ashley, raising an eyebrow.

     “Taste test? You’re not gonna drop me into pasta are you?” But realizing I don’t have a choice, I gesture to Ashley, hopeful she’ll help me out of this situation.

     Abby hands me off to Ashley, who holds me in the same dangling position, as Abby offers the bowl of pasta to her. Ashley takes her own bit of fusilli as Abby tosses hers up into the air and catches it in her mouth, sitting back and watching to see what’ll happen between me and Ashley.

     “Well let’s get this taste test over with then,” I say, “so I can put my clothes back on, alright? This is humiliating.”

     Ashley licks the piece of pasta in her other hand. “Mmm, the parmesan is good on that one. And rosemary, hints of olive oil and salt. And now…” She moves her other hand, holding me, in front of her mouth, and then dances the tip around on my body. “There’s barely even anything to taste! Kinda disappointing honestly.”

     I squirm from having someone lick my bare body. “Can I clean myself up now and put my clothes back on? Are we done with whatever game is being played here?”

     “God, you’re so boring,” Abby mutters.

     Ashley takes another swig of her wine. “Maybe I could taste you more this way though,” she says, slowly bringing me towards her mouth.

     I kick around, trying not to go inside. “No no no no, come on Ashley we don’t have to do this! It’s the wine talking, you don’t wanna put me in your mouth!”

     “Don’t they always say that alcohol tells you how people really feel though?” Abby asks. Ashley makes an ‘ahhh’ sound to taunt me as she continues bringing me closer, starting to tilt her head back a bit.

     “I don’t know what they say cuz I don’t drink!” I stop kicking because I don’t wanna increase the odds of accidentally slipping and falling into her mouth. But I can see the back of her throat by now.

     Ashley drops me suddenly, and as soon as I land on her tongue, she slams it upwards to keep me from falling into her throat. “How’s he look Abby?” She turns to my other roommate and opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out to show me right in the center of it. I look exhausted and terrified.

     But Abby only laughs. “I think the look fits him!” Ashley raises her wine up to her mouth and takes a small sip, enough to completely douse me. I begin coughing for air, trying to hold onto her tongue.

     “Alright alright, I’ll give you a break,” Ashley says, leaning her head over the glass and spitting me out, but making sure to do it slowly so that I spend several seconds sliding against her lips.

     I try to grab ahold of her lips as I slide off and fall into her wine glass. For a brief moment I surface, sputtering as I try to get air into my lungs again. “Should I give Abby a chance to taste you now?” Ashley asks.

     “Please just take me out and let me get dressed again, I don’t know why you guys are doing this today.”

     Ashley shrugs, ignoring my pleas. “Well, if you wanna just get it over with I guess that’s fine with me.” The two women laugh as she raises the glass back up to her mouth.

     I start paddling away from the edge of the glass. “Wait! Ashley, please, you can’t be serious! I’m your roommate!”

     Abby’s face looms large on the curvature of the glass as she leans in. “We’re ‘doing this today’ cuz it’s fun. Lighten up, it’s not gonna kill ya.”

     As she talks, I continue to get pulled towards her mouth as the glass tilts. “I’m fairly certain stomachs digest everything put in them, so I don’t see how that wouldn’t kill me!”

     Ashley smirks, “Guess we’ll have to find out.” She finishes tipping the glass all the way back, sending me into her mouth.

     I fall in with the last of the wine, “Noooooo! I’d rather not be your test subject!”

     Abby laughs, and Ashley just ignores my cries from within her mouth, barely able to be heard, as her lips close and she tilts her head upwards so that her mouth, in connection with her throat, is completely straight.

     I get maneuvered over her throat and begin punching her tongue angrily, but she just slams my body into the roof of her mouth as if punching back. Her giggle vibrates everything around me. I eventually realize it’s useless and slowly stop fighting it, so she shakes her tongue back and forth, dislodging me from it and getting me to fall. It’s only a brief trip down before I land in her stomach.

     Ashley looks surprised at herself, then starts laughing. “Did you swallow him?” Abby asks, to which the other woman nods.

     “Yeah, but it was so fast though. He’s so small that I barely even felt it.” She sighs, “Well, he obviously isn’t gonna be enough to fill me up.” Ashley grabs the chips again and begins eating again as Abby laughs, continuing to eat her own food as they focus on the TV.

     Ashley can’t even feel anything going on in her stomach, and by the time the countdown starts, she forgot she had even eaten me at all.

     Attending weddings wasn’t something that most tiny people did, but Jason had never been as nervous as other people his size. So when his roommates both got invited to their friend’s wedding, he was thrilled that they asked if he wanted to join them. He didn’t know the bride or groom, but that just made him like most of the other plus-ones. Except that in Jason’s case, he was more of like, a plus-zero-point-zero-one.

     His roommates kept him by their side for most of the night, but at the dinner, they each got pulled away by some of the groomsmen, leaving him on his own. And as was just his luck, that was just a few moments before Samantha sat down.

     “Hey, you get enough to eat there?” she teased, taking a seat at the now-empty table. She was one of the bridesmaids too, although Jason had never met her and wasn’t sure what to think of her yet.

     “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” he replied, trying to politely decline from having a conversation with her—he didn’t like people who teased him. And it was obvious that he was being teased, since he was only three quarters of an inch tall and could have his hunger satisfied by a single drop.

     “Well hey, it looks like you got the fettuccine; don’t you wanna try the spaghetti?” Samantha completely ignored his first answer, and now wasn’t even giving him a chance for a second, as she reached over with her spoon and swept his legs out from under him.

     “Hey, what the fuck!?” he yelled, although it wasn’t like anyone else could hear his tiny voice. He tried to scramble off the curved utensil, but she’d already brought it over to her plate, so when he managed to fall off, he landed in a puddle of her sauce.

     “Oh! Well, that was on you,” she giggled, as he cursed at her and looked down at his clothes, now thoroughly soaked with thick marinara. “Aw, you need me to help you get those off?” But her question was just another one that wasn’t really meant to be answered. Grabbing her fork, she slid one of the prongs under his shirt and forcibly tore it off of him, and then did the same thing to get his pants off.

     By that point, he was starting to yell to try and get others to notice him, but everyone else was too far away, and nobody was paying Samantha any attention. Even if they were though, it was unlikely they would’ve noticed the tiny man on her plate, as she poked and prodded him and purposefully got him covered in sauce all over again.

     After a few minutes of toying with her helpless little victim, Samantha noticed the bride walking by, and she called her over excitedly. “Hey Katie, c’mere, check this out!”

     Jason tried to see who had come over, but he kept slipping and falling back into the sauce, repeatedly getting it on his face and making it hard for him to keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds. But he recognized the name, and saw her familiar white dress for long enough to know who had come by. “Help! She’s trying to—” But then he fell down again, getting pasta in his mouth and prompting another fit of chuckling out of Samantha. Unfortunately for Jason though, he then heard Katie start to laugh along too.

     “Were you serious when you said eating one of them was a dream of yours?” Samantha asked in a hushed tone, to which the bride eagerly nodded.

     “Of course, yeah, are you kidding me? I actually did it once before, God, it’s such a power trip!” The two girls broke out into hysterics, causing several onlookers to notice, but they just smiled at the bride enjoying herself on her big day, not even seeing the tiny naked human covered in spaghetti sauce.

     Once people had turned around again, Katie made sure nobody was watching, and plucked Jason out of the sauce, quickly tossing him into her mouth with a smile. “Mmmmmm, this one’s so much more of a fighter too,” she whispered to her friend, pinning Jason’s body to the top of her mouth with her tongue and swishing him around. His body got hurled around as she spoke, but then he lost his handhold on her tastebuds and fell backwards into her throat, without even so much as a cry for help to be heard. “Oh, shit, I accidentally swallowed him already!” the woman cackled, feeling the last moments of him sliding down her esophagus.

     From across the spacious room, Jason’s roommates had noticed the bride dropping something into her mouth, and assuming the worst, they’d rushed over to investigate. When they couldn’t find their roommate on the plate where they’d left him just a few minutes ago, Abby asked what had happened to the tiny guy that had been sitting at their seat.

     “I don’t know who you’re talking about,” Samantha shrugged, but her smirking gave away the truth, and Ashley exploded in Katie’s face.

     “Did you swallow him?! What the fuck, spit him out!”

     Now the surrounding onlookers had really started to notice, and Katie wasn’t taking too kindly to the attention she was getting. “What are you guys even talking about? Did my husband invite you, I don’t even think we’ve met before.”

     “We literally saw you just a minute ago,” Abby said, backing her roommate up, and Katie sighed, leaning in close to whisper something to the two girls.

     “Yeah, and so what if I did? It’s my wedding day and I want it to be perfect, so if I see a treat lying around, why shouldn’t I eat it?” With a smug look, she leaned back and scoffed, speaking up louder so everyone could hear her. “Anyways, if you guys are gonna make a scene, I won’t let you stay any longer and ruin the day.”

     Ashley was about to argue back again, but several guys came up and grabbed ahold of them. “Hey, let’s just head outside to calm down,” one of them said, and the two girls couldn’t help but be escorted out of the building.

     Katie turned to her friend and shrugged, grinning as she thought about the little man that nobody knew was in her stomach. “That was easy,” she giggled, and then went to find her husband and continue with the night’s festivities.