“W-why do you think Frank ran away?” Roger asked nervously as the
three remaining tiny soldiers rode on Margaret’s shoulder.
“I guess maybe I
scared him a little too much, didn’t I…?” Margaret sighed. “Oh
well, serves him right!”
Just then, her
stomach rumbled deafeningly for what felt like the thousandth time, a
constant reminder that Margaret hadn’t eaten properly in ages since
getting lost on the battlefield.
“I’m...so
hungry…” She thought. “I should have eaten Frank when I had the
chance; I’d give almost anything to feel something in my stomach!”
Margaret’s eyes
then wondered to the tinies on her shoulder.
“I wonder...if I
were to become so hungry that I MUST eat one of them, which would I
pick…?” She thought, remembering how good the power fantasy of
almost eating Frank felt as her mouth watered slightly.
However, Margaret
quickly snapped out of it.
“It’s just a
fantasy, of course; I’d never do something so cruel!” She told
herself.
Suddenly, a remote
control car drove towards them before they had even been
invented...no, it was a tiny army jeep. Several more shrunken
soldiers were inside, staring cautiously at Margaret. Everyone jolted
with interest, and Kent stood.
“Were you hit by
green, glowing sniper bullets too?!” He shouted down at them.
“That’s what we
were about to ask you! Who’s the woman?!” One of the soldiers
below shouted back.
“I’m Margaret
Thomas.” Margaret answered for herself. “I’m trying to get to
the bottom of this shrinking business for a story to advance my
career, you see?”
The soldiers in the
jeep seemed like they wanted to ask Margaret how one woman was going
to steal a secret Nazi weapon, but they were in no business to accuse
others of lacking strength.
“How long ago were
you shrunk? Do you have any idea where the weapon could be right
now?” Margaret continued.
Kent gave a look to
the soldiers as if to say: “I know her odds of success are almost
nothing if that, but she’s all we’ve got.”
“We can help you,
Ms. Thomas!” Another soldier cut in. “One of our men managed to
jump out of our jeep before it was hit when all the other jeeps
started “disappearing!” Anyways, he gunned down the sniper, but
was sadly gunned down himself by the sole surviving Nazi of the ones
we thought we killed before the shrinking bullets were fired at us!
We lost almost half our men taking down that last Nazi, but our tiny
bullets made him bleed out eventually! Unfortunately, while we know
where the shrinking gun is, we’re all too small to operate it, or
figure out if it has a reverse switch!”
Margaret lit up with
delight and excitement.
“Show me where it
is and I will return you all to your proper sizes if possible!” She
offered.
The soldiers were
silent and Margaret started getting impatient.
“Well, what are
you waiting for?! You don’t want to be that small forever, do
you?!” She said.
“No, of course
not! But…” Another soldier spoke suddenly. “...After we
defeated that giant Nazi, most of our ammo was gone, making us even
more vulnerable than we already were, so we tried to find some
shelter! We eventually found a small cave, and one of our men
volunteered to go in and check it out...but he never came back and
it’s been almost 24 hours! If we all grew back now, no one would be
small enough to go look for him!”
“We don’t want
to leave him behind, but we’re all too scared to go in after him!”
The soldier from before added. “Ms. Thomas, if your tiny soldiers
will rescue our man from that cave, we’ll tell you where the weapon
is!”
Kent facepalmed.
“You fought a
giant Nazi but are too scared to search a cave?!” He barked.
“We had adrenaline
then!” One of the soldiers retorted defensively.
“Let me guess…”
Kent sighed. “You’re draftees?”
The soldier’s eyes
all widened as if they thought Kent had psychic powers, causing him
to roll his eyes.
“Okay, fine-”
Kent began.
“When did I agree
to this?! You show me the weapon first, then my tiny soldiers will
search your cave!” Margaret ordered, interrupting him.
The soldiers looked
visibly frightened, causing a familiar burst of pleasure to shoot
through Margaret’s body again.
“Being powerful
and frightening...it feels so good.” She thought. “But I do not
know why.”
Suddenly, Margaret’s
tummy rumbled again, and one of the soldiers had an idea.
“H-hey, how about
we give you all our food if you search the cave first?! Our rations
will be tiny to you, but if you eat them all at once, it should at
least add up to one small meal!” He offered.
Margaret thought for
a second, then reluctantly nodded in agreement.
“But if you’re
lying about knowing where a shrinking gun is, you are all joining the
effort to satisfy my appetite.” She thought.
“Then follow us!
Don’t worry, Ms. Thomas; we’ll show you the weapon immediately
afterwards!” Another soldier assured before the tiny jeep turned
around and sped off.
Even at walking
speed, Margaret could easily keep up with it.
*
A couple minutes
later, Margaret and her tinies arrived at a small camp pitched near
the tiny cave made of a couple dozen shrunken soldiers, many of which
were injured to varying degrees.
The soldiers were
initially afraid of Margaret, but knew she must mean no harm if she
were being led back to the site by one of their own jeeps. Margaret
looked down at the cave, then picked up Kent, Paul, and Roger off her
shoulders.
“Be back in under
half an hour and I’ll make it worth your while.” She whispered
before laying a giant kiss on all three of them at once.
Kent and Roger
blushed slightly, but Paul looked like he wanted to vomit. Meanwhile,
Margaret subtlety tasted her lips following the kiss.
“Not bad...if I
were cruel, this is definitely something I could get used to.” She
thought.
Margaret then set
the tinies down in front of the cave before turning back to the camp
to demand her promised food. The three soldiers approached the cave
nervously.
“Well, this looks
like it will take more than half an hour to explore, right?” Paul
said before shutting his mouth without another word, hoping that
comment wasn’t finally enough to give away that he was gay.
However, Roger
chickened out before even setting foot in the cave and ran back
towards Margaret.
“You guys go
ahead! I’ll, uh, watch Margaret!” He shouted.
Kent and Paul were
visibly frustrated, but knew Roger would likely just be a nuisance
anyway, and proceeded without him.
*
Ten minutes later,
Kent and Paul had proceeded a considerable distance into the cave,
guided only by the beams of their flashlights, and leaving a trail of
sawdust. However, there was still no sign of a person, or any living
creature for that matter. Even so, they kept their rifles at the
ready.
“Think we’re
looking for a man or a body?” Paul asked darkly.
“I don’t know,
but I’d rather not call out for him and alert the thing that made
him a body if that’s the case.” Kent replied.
*
Meanwhile, the
soldiers on the surface finished gathering their remaining rations
for Margaret, her stomach gurgling aggressively almost as if in
protest of the idea that it was enough to satisfy her.
“Is that it? Well,
thank you for giving me everything you had at least.” She sighed,
swiftly devouring the army rations, which for someone as hungry as
her, tasted better than expected.
Unfortunately, as
Margaret expected, her hunger had hardly been dented, and her belly
continued growling away.
“No, no, no! Now
my hunger’s simply been awakened!” She protested.
“W-we’re sorry,
Ms. Thomas, but we don’t have anything else!” One of the soldiers
shouted apologetically.
Margaret then looked
around to see if they missed anything, when her eyes fell upon a
soldier receiving constant care who seemed to be dying.
“What about him?
He’s about to die anyway. May I eat him?” She asked politely as
if the question were completely normal.
The soldiers clearly
disagreed regarding the normalcy, and Margaret snapped out of it,
realizing her hunger had gotten to her head.
“Don’t give me
those looks! I was only joking!” She lied.
However, even if
Margaret wasn’t about to eat the tiny soldiers, that didn’t mean
they were home free from a hungry belly, for they soon became aware
of another normal-sized person approaching: The superhuman Nazi woman
from before, although Roger was the only person there who had an
encounter with her.
“Who-who are you?”
Margaret said nervously.
The female Nazi
simply smiled sadistically, and pushed down an entire tree with ease
to show off her impossible strength. This was too much even for
someone as adventurous as Margaret, and she was soon running away
screaming, the Nazi woman merely laughed as she proceeded to turn her
attention to the tiny soldiers, her stomach rumbling almost as loudly
as Margaret’s.
“Looks like I’ve
finally found my lunch.” She stated before she abruptly grabbed the
same dying soldier Margaret was interested in, popped him in her
mouth, and swallowed him happily in stark contrast to the panicked
screams of the other soldiers.
“YOU DISGUSTING
MONSTER!” One of the soldiers yelled as the others took up what
little remaining arms they had.
The Nazi woman
simply smiled again and began eating the others.
A soldier opened
fire on her, but the female Nazi didn’t even seem to so much as
feel it, who instead picked up a different soldier, yanked his rifle
away from him so hard it broke his arms, then swiftly tossed him in
her hungry mouth as well. Many of the others then opened fire on her,
but even if the guns were normal-sized, it wouldn’t have made much
difference.
“Don’t worry,
there’s plenty of room for you all!” She laughed, swiftly ripping
away more rifles, then eating the resulting unarmed snack.
To make matters even
worse for the soldiers, most of the rifles were empty after the
battle with the giant NORMAL Nazi, meaning that giving the superhuman
Nazi minor injuries until she bled out was a pipe dream, and the
collective injuries she would sustain would be less than a bug bite.
Soon the Nazi woman
didn’t even bother ripping rifles away and ate them weapons
included as they futilely tried to fire mostly empty guns. Meanwhile,
in her belly, soldiers were toppling down onto each other as room
rapidly ran out in the rancid chamber of flesh and gastric juices.
Sure, the stomach would expand, but only to allow minimal space for
new soldiers, not to give them any elbow room. But despite struggling
soldiers putting their all into ripping through the tummy walls with
their hands, teeth, and even army knives, little to no damage would
be done in time to avoid digestion, and the solders were soon simply
fighting each other to keep their heads high enough to breathe as the
stomach casually filled itself with more acid.
The Nazi woman
deeply enjoyed feeling the intense struggling and desperation in her
belly; and this is exactly why she swallowed them whole.
“Who knew Yankees
were so delicious? Is it all the cheeseburgers you eat or…?” She
giggled.
A few of the
remaining soldiers managed to reach the cave, including Roger. The
female Nazi reached for them, but only managed to grab half of them
as Roger and the other half ran out of reach.
“Looks like you
lucky few get to live. Spread word of me!” She laughed before
swallowing the ones she did grab.
*
Meanwhile, Roger and
three other soldiers ran noisily down the cave, following the sawdust
trail left by Kent and Paul.
“WHY?! WHY WOULD
MARGARET JUST LEAVE ME LIKE THAT?!” Roger yelled out.
Suddenly, a
disturbance was felt. Everyone stopped and fell silent, then seconds
later, a flashlight beam revealed what surely got the soldier they
sent in before: A (comparatively) giant snake, its forked tongue
hissing away as it slithered towards them.
“Damn, if we had
to get eaten, I’d rather a beautiful woman do it than a monstrous-”
One of the soldiers began before the snake swiftly struck him,
causing Roger and the two others to run deeper faster than ever. Even
if they had the courage to fight, they had no usable weapons.
*
Back with Margaret,
she was running for her life, hoping that Kent and the others would
manage to survive somehow, when she suddenly saw a collapsed Nazi
soldier with a strange weapon clutched in his hand.
Margaret stopped
almost immediately.
“C-could that
be…?” She mumbled, approaching it.
*
Back in the tiny
cave, Roger was now the only remaining soldier running from the
snake, the others having been impaled and eaten. His lifetime of
cowardice made him a great runner. Nonetheless, the snake soon sank
its teeth into him as well.
However, just before
the snake could swallow, Kent and Paul arrived, and swiftly gunned
the snake down, shooting bullets through its head until it stopped
moving, while being careful not to hit Roger. Unfortunately, the
poison had already been injected in his body, and at his small size,
he didn’t have long. The soldiers ran to their fallen man.
“Paul, listen! I
think he’s trying to say something!” Kent stated.
“...Th...at...that...Nazi...woman…!”
Roger wheezed before his eyes turned glossy and he was dead.
Kent looked down in
sorrow and shut the eyes to make it look like Roger were only
sleeping.
“Call Roger what
you want, but he didn’t deserve this…” He sighed. “It sounds
like that Nazi woman from when we first got shrunk is back. I hope
Margaret’s alright.”
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