(Warning: Reading this story is PROBABLY prohibited in Germany. Failure to heed this warning will LIKELY result in you joining the heinous criminals who dared to play Wolfenstein 3D.)

For an event as extreme and horrifying as World War 2 and the rise and fall of the Third Reich, it is no wonder how many bizarre and unsettling subplots surround the story. From the real, to the fake, to the unproven, tales are told of alien contact, secret Nazi bases in the south pole, Hitler’s corpse being a double, and so on.

While I certainly cannot guarantee the validity of all those tales, there it one I can assure really happened, even if I lack the proof… This is the story of the time the Nazis developed a bizarre, yet terrible weapon that has yet to be replicated with modern technology; this is Shrunken on the Battlefield.

*

“We need to keep moving! If we stay here for too long, reinforcements will surely show up to crush us!” Kent yelled, trying to step out of cover and point his rifle ahead in the war-torn town.

Immediately, a bullet hit the ground a few inches from his feet, causing him to quickly step back behind the nearby brick wall.

“Dammit, that sniper’s trouble!” He sighed.

But when Kent took a closer look at where the bullet landed, he noticed a green glow emitting from it. He instinctively put distance between himself and said bullet while not leaving his cover, but alas, nothing happened, and the glow quickly faded.

“Kent, what the hell are you looking at?!” Frank, another one of the few surviving soldiers from his unit yelled.

“That sniper...he isn’t firing ordinary bullets at us.” Kent stated, still not taking his eyes off it.

“Pah, that’s bullshit! And even if it isn’t, what could be worse than dying?!” Frank chuckled, shrugging.

But when Frank shrugged, he stuck his arm out of cover, and one of the sniper’s bullets smashed right into it. There was a blinding flash and Kent shielded his eyes, but when he opened them, Frank was gone. Not dead, but actually gone. From the perspective of a World War 2 soldier like Kent, such science fiction was even stranger to him than it would be to us.

“F-Frank…?” Kent said, swallowing hard with fear.

He took a few steps back, and was only met with silence. But as suddenly as Frank vanished, he heard footsteps behind him and turned to see what he thought to be a Nazi soldier, although he was wearing very bizarre attire that looked nothing like what any Nazi he saw wearing before. The Nazi had a handmade-looking uniform and a mask with a Swastika that revealed nothing but his eyes.

Kent was briefly startled almost more by the unusual appearance than by the fact a Nazi cornered him, but quickly snapped back to his senses when the bizarre soldier tried to throw a punch, quickly dodging and firing a bullet straight into his chest and sending his corpse toppling to the ground.

“Wha-what was this man’s deal?! He didn’t even have a gun?!” Kent exclaimed.

“Kent! Hey, Kent!” He then heard his name shouted, proceeding to turn to see another two of the few surviving soldiers, Roger and John, running towards him with panicked looks on their faces.

“WAIT! STOP!” Kent yelled, but it was too late, Roger and and Kent’s brother, John stepped into the open and there was another blinding flash of light as one of them was shot by the sniper.

When Kent opened his eyes again, he saw Roger standing in front of him, looking to see where John was.

“JOHN-” Kent started, but then he was sent flying across the town as if suddenly hit by a truck.

The injury wasn’t fatal. In fact, Kent even managed to maintain consciousness, but he was so hurt and disoriented that he had trouble even taking in his surroundings anymore, although he did hear several gunshots. Finally, when Kent managed to focus his vision, he saw Roger, shaking violently with fear and holding his rifle at another one of the unusually-dressed Nazis...wait, no, it was the same one!

“LORD HELP ME! LORD HELP ME, IT ISN’T HUMAN!” Roger screamed, firing more shots and the undying soldier, but missing several even at close range because he was so scared he couldn’t even hold his gun straight.

Instinctively, Kent aimed his rifle at the soldier’s head and fired, hoping that was a weak point in his armor. The Swastika mask shattered and the soldier smashed into the brick wall, but his face only had what looked like a paper cut where the bullet hit. Or rather...HER face.

“Can’t fight on the front line because I’m a woman?” The German girl seethed. “That’s okay, I’ll just work under the table and get rid of any Yankees trying to escape.”

“What the hell?” Kent mumbled, spitting up a little blood. “Is she like Superman from that new comic series?”

Roger started shaking even harder, then simply dropped his gun and burst into tears.

“Damn the draft, people like Roger have no business on a battlefield.” Kent sighed.

“Well? Are you going to run?” The Nazi super girl chuckled at Roger. “I’ll turn around and count to ten-”

But she was cut short when she noticed a mouse running across the ground...no, not a mouse…

“Is that...JOHN?!” Kent exclaimed, watching the female Nazi pluck his shrunken brother off the ground.

She examined his tiny, terrified body and noticed him clutching the end of a necklace he had been wearing under his uniform. She then proceeded to pinch his tiny hand between her pointer finger and thumb and crush his hand to mush, sending him into blood-curdling screaming.

“NO!!!!” Kent cried out at the top of his lungs.

Then, when the female Nazi opened her fingers, she saw a tiny, metal Star of David in the gory mess, causing her to smile evilly.

“Oh. I think I’ll take my time killing you.” She chuckled.

Kent, blinded by anger, charged her. He wasn’t sure what he could really do to stop her, but it didn’t matter anyway, because he was shot by the sniper before he could even reach her. Roger finally dropped his gun and tried to run in a panic, but he was swiftly shot too.

“So disobedient…” The sniper seethed as he ran towards the scene. “I TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLLOW ME!”

“You don’t understand, father!” The girl retorted. “You also told me not to touch your inventions, but if I hadn’t drunk that enhancement serum, you would have thrown it away, wouldn’t you?!”

“That’s because everyone else who drank it died! You’re lucky you didn’t die too!” The sniper yelled.

While written in English for the reader, they were just shouting in German from Kent’s perspective, so he simply took the opportunity to run. However, he swore he would would return to his normal size and avenge his brother...somehow.

*

A few days earlier, not too far away, Margaret Thomas, a young and beautiful British journalist and author, had accidentally found herself on the battlefield too when she was trying to do her job reporting on the war and Nazis suddenly attacked. They killed or captured many of her crew and consequently separated the remaining members who successfully ran away. Given that the free flow of information is quite literally poison to a nation run on lies, The Third Reich had never been friendly to any news organizations not stuffed with the propaganda of Doctor Gobbles, from its own press to the press of a top enemy like England.

“Well, even if I already knew I was risking my life out here, could those savages have at least waited for me to finish my job? I do not wish to die for NOTHING!” She huffed bitterly, brushing debris she gathering while running through a forest off her clothes.

*

Back with Kent, he was now sitting, tiny and alone, and too shocked to do much other than breathe and cry a few tears now that the adrenaline had worn off.

“That girl was scary enough, but to think they can actually SHRINK people?! I mean, I guess Frank did have a point when he said it couldn’t be much worse than being killed, but still, what a way to go-” He mumbled, then suddenly regained strength when he remembered.

“Wait, what about Frank, Roger, and the others?! Are they alright?!” He yelled, jolting up to go search for them.

*

“FRANK! ROGER! PAUL!” Kent continued calling out as he searched as fast as his tiny legs made practical.

Finally, he got an answer.

“Hey, Kent! Would you shut the fuck up?!” Frank hissed. “She’ll hear us!”

“Oh, Frank! Thank God!” Kent exclaimed while still keeping his voice down. “Wait, SHE? Do you mean that invincible Nazi woman’s still nearby?”

“Nope, much better. Here, I’ll show you.” Frank offered, pulling Kent by the arm.

He proceeded to lead Kent to the edge of a pond, where a naked Margaret was bathing after being lost of the wilderness for days.

“Heh heh, can you even imagine what it must be like to be shoved up that ass?” He chuckled, pointing at Margaret’s soft rear.

“This isn’t funny, and what’s she even doing out here?” Kent hissed. “Also, have you seen the others?”

“I don’t know, she looks lost and hungry. Hey, if we forced that wimp Roger onto a leaf and pushed him towards her, how much you wanna bet she’d eat him?” Frank said, only answering one of Kent’s questions.

“Frank...how can you be such an impossible asshole even in a situation like this?! D-DON’T YOU REALIZE WE’VE BEEN REDUCED TO A INCH TALL?!” Kent yelled.

Unfortunately, Margaret faintly heard Kent’s yelling and turned her head in their direction, causing them both to quickly shut up and lay low.

“I-is someone there?” Margaret said with extreme fear in her voice, but still taking the time to cover her pussy and nipples.

Just then, Frank spotted Margaret’s clothes sitting on the side of the pond and a malicious grin spread across his face. Seconds later, he ran for them.

“F-Frank, what do you think you’re doing?!” Kent seethed.

Frank shrugged.

“What’s it look like I’m doin’? He laughed. “We’re all going to die sooner or later at this size, right?So, I think it’s best to live out my final days in the most enjoyable way possible!”

Frank then proceeded to lay on Margaret’s panties and fold them over his body, hoping she would put them back on without noticing them.

“THAT IDIOT!” Kent thought, going after him, but just as luck would have it, Margaret only spotted him despite overlooking Frank crawling onto her panties.

“W-HUH?!” She exclaimed.

“P-please don’t hurt me!” Was all Kent managed to get out before Margaret waded closer to inspect him, calming down somewhat and keeping her hands on her private areas.

“You’re a tiny person...like a fairy or something?” She said.

Kent bumbled to find the right response, but was cut short by Margaret’s sudden yelling.

“Would you stop staring at me?! Turn away while I get dressed!” She ordered.

Kent was so frightened he obeyed without thinking, cringing as he listened to Margaret dress without any alarming reactions, indicating Frank’s perverted plan worked.

“I swear, Frank. If she finds you in there, I will not vouch for you!” He swore to himself. “Even if she’s about to kill you…!”

Meanwhile, Frank found the fabric surrounding his body abruptly yanked up one second, and the next second, he was sitting right before a giant pussy, bringing even greater joy to his face.

“A-alright, sorry, you can turn around now.” Margaret told Kent, who did as such.

“Who am I kidding? She’s bound to find him eventually, then she might be wary of me too.” He thought, thinking of Frank again.

Margaret tilted her head.

“Well? You can speak, right?” She said. “What are you?”

Kent paused.

“I’m sorry, but I’m no fairy.” He sighed. “Look, I’m guessing there’s only a chance you’re going to believe this because you can see me with your own eyes, but the Nazis just developed a new type of gun. It’s just like a normal gun, except instead of hurting or killing you, the bullets shrink you and...well, that’s what happened to us…”

This time, Margaret paused.

“This could be the big story I have been waiting for.” She whispered to herself.

“What?” Kent said.

“Um, I mean, you look like you need some help. Can you show me where I can find one of these guns so we can maybe change you back?” Margaret offered.

Kent’s eyes widened.

“Y-you steal a dangerous Nazi weapon?! How?!” He shouted.

“Oh, yes...I have acquired my own array of tricks over the years; I think I may have a chance. Now, where am I most likely to find one?” Margaret pressed on.

Kent told Margaret all the details about he and his fellow soldiers’ contact with the shrinking gun and the superhuman Nazi woman. He chose to ignore the fact she seemed to be more excited by the story than frightened. Meanwhile, Frank lustfully stared at the giant pussy he was now pressed against, then without thinking, pressed his arm into it and began stimulating Margaret’s clit. Luckily for both Kent and Frank, Margaret’s mind was sooner to think the idea of being the first to bring this fantastic new story to the public was literally turning her on before thinking a second shrunken soldier was in her panties.

“As for where you might find the weapon, I guess you could ask Paul if we ever find the others alive. He’s a real nerd for Nazi lore.” Kent continued. “...I still don’t understand how you could ever steal a secret Nazi weapon though…”

“I know, why don’t I put you back where you first shrunk? Then you can tell me which direction looks best from your tiny perspective.” Margaret suggested.

Thinking about where the other soldiers went only made it harder for Kent to not stare at Margaret’s private regions and cringe, but he forced himself to keep his head up and nodded.

*

As Margaret made her way to the ruined town where Kent’s fellow men mostly died fighting, Frank continued rubbing her clit, and Margaret was finding it harder and harder to hide her sexual arousal.

“I-I’ll be right back.” She stated with a smile, suddenly setting Kent down and running to hide behind a brick wall.

“Oh no, she felt Frank, didn’t she?!” Kent thought in horror.

Margaret sought privacy with the intent of masturbating the horny feeling away. Not that she thought this was an appropriate time to masturbate, but she wouldn’t be able to focus if this pleasure wasn’t properly indulged. She pulled down her panties, leaving Frank exposed, then began fingering herself and moaning with pleasure, failing to notice him.

Kent could hear her even from what was a great distance on his scale and his mouth fell agape.

“You know what? Good! I hope she actually does get that weapon, but only leaves you small, Frank! Then you and your perverted ways will never return home and you can spend the rest of your life as some British girl’s dildo and regretting getting what you wished for when the thrill wears off!” He spat.

But just then, Kent heard a familiar voice screaming not far away even on his scale.

“Is that...Roger?!” He thought.

*

Sure enough, Roger and Paul had a hiding spot nearby, but now Roger was screaming in horror as a (comparatively) giant mouse was attacking them and Paul was desperately trying to fight it off by using his tiny, empty rifle as a blunt melee weapon.

“ROGER, I ASKED YOU IF YOU STILL HAD AMMO?! I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN FEND OFF THIS THING!” Paul yelled, swinging the rifle around wildly to intimidate the aggressive rodent.

Unfortunately, Roger had wasted all the ammo in his gun on the Nazi woman. Fortunately, he knew he had more in his backpack...but was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t move.

“IT’S IN MY BACKPACK! HURRY AND GET IT OUT!” He yelled.

“ARE YOU INSANE?! YOU DO IT, I HAVE MY HANDS FULL OVER HERE!” Paul yelled back as the mouse bit his gun and twisted the tiny metal.

Thankfully, just before the mouse did them in, Kent arrived, took Roger’s rifle and ammo, then shot the mouse up just seconds before it sank its teeth into Paul after throwing aside his gun.

There was silence, then after the fear wore off, Paul looked at Kent, but his eyes quickly switched to Roger.

“Why you little...MY BABY NIECE HAS MORE COURAGE THAN YOU FUCKING-” Paul began, charging at Roger with a closed fist.

But Kent put himself between them, making sure to throw aside Roger’s gun to show he meant no harm.

“Paul, stop it! You’d be smart enough to know we’ll never get out of this alive if we fight with each other if this situation hadn’t made us all crazy!” He shouted.

Paul continued seething, but backed off.

“I-I’m sorry…” He eventually said, sitting down. “I guess I shouldn’t care anyway. It’s not like we’ll ever be able to return to a life worth living even if we do escape.”

Kent wanted to tell them about how Margaret was going to help return them to their normal sizes, but quickly remembered he didn’t believe she actually could.

“Hey, you never know...maybe it wears off.” Kent suggested. “I at least found someone normal sized who can protect us better than ourselves in the meantime.”

He then told Paul and Roger about Margaret, including the part about Frank. Paul facepalmed.

“If anything, she’ll put us in more danger. What’s a female journalist going to do against Nazi soldiers?! She’ll get us killed at best or sexually enslave us all at worst after what that pervert Frank got her hooked on!” He barked.

However, Paul realized in that moment that he’d better just comply, fearing that if he put up more resistance, Kent and Roger would analyze that comment about being Margaret’s sex slaves being a fate worse than death enough to deduce a secret the then-bigoted society demanded you kept locked away in Paul’s time: He was gay.

“Regardless…” Kent sighed. “She’s all we’ve got, so we’ll have to try. Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

*

Back with Margaret and Frank, Margaret had just finished orgasming and Frank was drenched in her cum, which he was greedily licking up with a creepy expression. Margaret hyperventilated for a moment, then she looked down to pull her clothes back up...only to spot Frank, who managed to stop licking only just in time and change his expression to one of fear and disgust.

Margaret paused, then blushed bright red and picked him up, clasping her hand over her mouth with her other hand.

“Oh no, I had no idea...I’m so sorry!” She squeaked, but her expression changed to disgust and sternness after she had a moment to process the situation. “Wait, you must have been in my panties when I was bathing. May I ask what you were doing?”

Frank’s fear became genuine and he swallowed hard, then Margaret tightened her grip and her stomach rumbled.

“Oh, it has been rather long since I’ve eaten, hasn’t it?” She thought aloud, then glanced in the direction where she left Kent.

Frank then made eye-contact with Margaret’s hungry eyes and a horrible realization set in.

“N-no, you can’t possibly mean-” He bumbled.

Margaret suddenly felt her arousal returning; she clearly enjoyed having this kind of power.

“No one will ever know what really happened to you.” She whispered coldly before bringing him to her mouth.

Frank was about to start screaming when Kent’s voice came.

“Umm, Margaret? ...Are you done?” He asked, trying not to cringe.

Margaret jolted out of her power fantasy and back to reality.

“If it happens again, I won’t care if Kent knows.” She seethed, dropping Frank for his fall to be broken by a mud puddle, then swiftly stepped into view of the others when she realized they might otherwise think that splash came from her taking a dump.

Both Paul and Roger recoiled in fear.

“Hello, Kent. I found one of your shrunken fellow men as well.” Margaret stated. “He was hiding in an...unpleasant region of my clothes.”

Frank then came stumbling into view, covered in mud.

“I am willing to help all of you, but I am making a rule: If I catch any of you violating me again, that man will be left to die. Understand?” Margaret asked sternly.

Roger swallowed hard even though he wasn’t planning to do anything, but Paul and Frank sighed in relief. Kent folded his arms.

“Every other woman I’ve met so far would have smashed you for that, Frank. I don’t know why, but God clearly wants you to survive this, so you’d better not blow it.” He thought.

“Now then-” Margaret began, taking a step forward and kicking Frank down face-first in the process, where he was now about to get crushed by her boot.

She then stopped just a second before squishing him.

“Oops, sorry!” She apologized before lifting her foot and stepping around him even though it couldn’t be more obvious she did it on purpose. “Which one of you is Paul? Kent said you might know where the Nazis could have developed this shrinking weapon.”

*

Paul told Margaret where the most likely location was based on what he heard from US intelligence. While I cannot give specifics or else risk the government starting to worry I may give out too much information pointing in the direction of secret Nazi weapons instead of safely leading people to believe this is simply a work of fiction, Margaret was able to follow Paul’s guidance and they were now on their way to what everyone except apparently her believed was only the second most guaranteed death next to being left to fend for yourself in a war zone at 1-inch tall.

That night, they thankfully hadn’t run into any more Nazis yet, and they even found an abandoned, unassembled army tent to sleep in. It was a little frustrating to pitch a tent when the only person big enough to do any work was the only one who didn’t know how to pitch one, but after what felt like hours and Margaret insisting she keep trying, they finally had shelter.

“Goodnight.” Margaret yawned before falling asleep the moment she laid on her stomach, shaking the earth so much from a tiny perspective that all four tiny soldiers were knocked off their feet.

But the shock wore off shortly, and Paul and Roger were soon asleep too. Kent felt extra restless as he wondered if there was any chance his brother was still alive, but even he eventually gave to the exhaustion...or rather, he was seconds away from it, when he noticed someone walking in front of him.

“Frank, what the hell are you doing?!” He hissed in a whisper.

“I still haven’t had a go in her ass.” He chuckled, quietly approaching Margaret’s rear.

“Did you hear what she said she’ll do if she finds you violating her again?!” Kent hissed.

“Yup, and I’m still not convinced we have any chance of surviving anyway. Like I said, I intend to just have as much fun as possible with my meager remaining time.” Frank replied lustfully, marveling at Margaret’s butt. “Wake her up and I’ll die trying to convince her you were in on it too, but chickened out at the last second.”

Kent was not frightened by this threat at all.

“Help yourself, Frank. I don’t care anymore.” He simply said before forcing himself to lay down again.

Frank smiled, then turned back to Margaret’s behind and licked his lips.

“This is where I’ll spend the rest of my life.” He thought, climbing up and slipping between her cheeks.

Margaret stirred just slightly, but stayed asleep. Frank squeezed his way to her asshole, then smiled and pulled down his pants and underwear.

“If the Nazis are smart, they’ll use this invention to open up a special brothel.” He whispered.

But just before Frank could begin, Margaret stirred again. Her dirty clothes were making her itch in her sleep, and she started tossing and turning as her sleeping brain tried clumsily to relieve the itch. Unfortunately for Frank, this meant he was getting roughly rubbed around by her butt cheeks. Which would have been enjoyable, had his whole body not been actively getting pushed deeper and deeper into Margaret’s asshole against his will.

“W-wait, what’s going on?!” He shouted, futilely struggling against his fate. “H-HELP!”

However, Frank’s voice was muffled by Margaret’s cheeks and (literally) no one could hear him scream.

“WAKE UP! I’LL SUFFOCATE IF I GO ANY DEEP-” He yelled out before his head was finally consumed by her asshole.

Frank died a few minutes later from suffocation, and went on to be buried under Margaret’s morning dump after he was finally pushed out without her even noticing. Everyone just assumed he ran away, and the journey continued.

“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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Kent and Paul ran back to the entrance of the tiny cave, following the sawdust trail. However, when they emerged, the makeshift camp had been wrecked and everyone was gone.

“Strange, there’s not a single body. Did she take them all hostage?” Paul wondered aloud, referring to the Nazi woman.

“N...no…!” A voice corrected with great strain.

The two soldiers then made their way to the collapsed tent the voice came from to find a single soldier who the Nazi woman overlooked.

“She...she ATE them…” He sobbed. “I saw my best friend get eaten right before my eyes…”

Kent went pale, hoping his brother, John, hadn’t been eaten too. Paul clinched his fist.

“What a cruel, twisted fate...can you even imagine being eaten by a WOMAN?!” He exclaimed, then realized he gave yet another unintentional hint he was gay. “I MEAN, being eaten in general would be just as bad, of course!”

“What happened to Margaret?” Kent asked urgently.

The soldier, still shaking, then pointed in the direction she ran.

“She got away; I don’t think the Nazi woman was as interested in prey that wouldn’t fit down her throat…” He replied. “But she went in the same direction after she finished…”

Kent sighed, then his eyes wandered to a tiny, parked army jeep.

“Guess we’ll just have to hope we can find Margaret before she does.” He declared. “Not like we have much of a choice…”

*

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the tiny soldiers, Margaret had just found the very shrinking gun they were searching for, after prying it from the hands of the dead scientist who was also the Nazi woman’s father. She simply marveled at it for several minutes.

“I found it...I finally found the subject of the biggest story of my career!” She exclaimed with glee.

However, that glee was soon replaced by fear when she heard a feminine roar of sadness and anger behind her.

“FATHER! YOU KILLED MY FATHER!” That Nazi woman yelled at the top of her lungs, a couple tears streaming down her enraged face.

Margaret swallowed hard, already knowing there was no point in trying to tell her she simply found him dead.

“...For that, I will take the most time I ever have killing you…” The Nazi woman seethed, stepping towards Margaret.

Margaret yelped and tried gunning her down with her new weapon, but even those bullets had no effect. Margaret then simply ran away screaming, the Nazi woman behind, who thankfully did not have super speed to match her strength and durability.

*

Back with the tiny soldiers, they heard Margaret’s scream and adjusted course.

“I hope we’re not too late.” Kent mumbled.

*

Later, the tiny jeep caught up to them, its small size only making it barely faster than a running human even at top speed. The Nazi woman was gaining on Margaret.

“MARGARET, SHOOT THE JEEP! MAYBE THAT WILL UNSHRINK IT AND WE CAN LEAVE HER IN THE DUST!” Kent shouted.

It took a second for Margaret’s mind to think of anything but running, but she soon snapped to her senses and fired at the tiny vehicle.

...It worked...sort of.

“I was really hoping we would grow with it like how you shrunk with it.” Paul, who was now too tiny to keep driving, spat at the tiny soldier they recently recruited.

“MARGARET, GET IN! HURRY!” Kent called out.

Margaret then changed course for the jeep. She got in, but to Paul’s horror, her rear was now speeding towards him as he was still in the driver’s seat.

“STOP, PLEASE-” He began, but it was too late, Paul was now helplessly trapped under Margaret’s soft bottom.

“Right, I’ll change you all back once we’re away from her.” She stated, gunning the jeep less than a second before the Nazi woman grabbed it.

Margaret kept driving much faster than necessary, and nearly hit multiple objects.

“C-calm down! We’re safe now; you don’t have to drive like a maniac!” Kent shouted.

“Oh no, it’s not that. Truth is, I’ve never actually driven before.” Margaret corrected, even though she didn’t seem to be calm either.

“Wait...WHAT-” Kent began before the jeep suddenly crashed into a tree, sending him and the other soldier flying out of their giant seats and knocking Margaret unconscious.

*

When she came to, Margaret felt sore and dizzy, but worst of all, her stomach was growling even louder than before she had those meager rations from the camp of tiny soldiers.

“I really should have eaten those other soldiers when I had the chance. They ended up being killed by the Nazi woman anyway.” She sighed.

Margaret then noticed something on her lap, and looked down to see the one soldier who had been overlooked by the Nazi woman, who had landed there when the crash sent him flying. Her stomach gurgled just as loudly again.

“Ugh...what happened…?” The soldier asked as he weakly sat up.

Margaret felt her mouth watering and the desire to feel dominant and powerful as a giantess made her pussy wetter than ever.

“Should I...really do it?” She muttered.

The soldier snapped to his senses and looked up at her. He saw her licking her lips, heard her tummy rumbling, and he went pale.

“Just one...yes, I deserve a reward for this! Not like any of you would have survived without me, so I have no moral obligation to leave ALL of you alive.” Margaret declared, picking the soldier up.

“W-WAIT!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING????!!!!” The soldier screamed at the top of his lungs as Margaret brought him to her hungry mouth.

“Forget Hitler, your new enemy is my hunger. Good luck, soldier!” Margaret giggled before tossing him inside and joyfully savoring the taste as he desperately screamed and flailed. “Mmm! Just promise that this will remain our little secret, alright?”

But just then, Paul finally finished squirming out from under her ass, and she jolted as he looked up to see her suckling something. Paul’s expression of the most severe disgust you can imagine instantly faded to be replaced with confusion and fear. But even given this situation, Margaret was still way too hungry to think about spitting out a snack, so he was swiftly gulped down anyway.

“W-what?” She asked innocently.

There was silence.

“D-did you just...n-no, please don’t let it be true…” Paul stammered.

“I was starving, alright?! He wasn’t a close friend or anything, right?!” Margaret shouted.

Paul’s eyes widened and he went pale.

“Promise not to tell anyone!” Margaret begged. “I don’t want to have to eat you too! ...I...I think you’re quite cute.”

But to Margaret’s surprise, Paul looked even more disgusted over this comment than he did over her eating the soldier. Then, realization finally hit, and Margaret soon bore a very large and mischievous smile.

“You’re gay...aren’t you?” She giggled.

Horror washed over Paul like a tsunami and Margaret’s smile only grew.

“Don’t be so surprised; as a journalist, I have deductive skills.” She giggled. “Let’s make a deal then: I won’t tell anyone your secret if you don’t tell anyone my secret. Deal?”

Paul swallowed hard and slowly nodded without saying another word. However, after realizing she had the higher ground, Margaret decided Paul was going to have to offer a tiny bit more in exchange for her keeping his secret under wraps.

“But just so you know, my feet are quite hot and sweaty from all this adventuring. Would you be so kind as to lick them clean for me and maybe even give them a bit of a massage? I keep secrets better when I’m comfortable, which is a warning rather than a threat.” She asked.

Paul’s face twisted in disgust, but he reluctantly nodded to this too. Margaret giggled, then started taking her boots off, the rancid smell assaulting Paul’s nose already.

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When Kent came to, he was lying in the middle of a giant forest, his fall having thankfully been mostly cushioned by his light weight. He then looked up to see Margaret, still in the driver’s seat of the crashed jeep and giggling with her feet rested on the passenger seat.

“...What is she-” He mumbled, curiously approaching.

*

Meanwhile, Paul was struggling not to vomit for many different reasons as he was forced to lick and massage Margaret’s rancid feet.

“C-could you at least make me my normal size first? It would make this at least a little more bearable.” He pleaded as he was forced to swallow up a nasty drop of sweat.

“Why, and take all the fun out of it?” Margaret giggled. “Now keep going if you don’t want me to spill your adorable little secret.”

“...Adorable little secret?” Kent whispered as he caught up.

Suddenly, Margaret hummed with pleasure and put her hand to her stomach.

“Oh, I can feel him suffering in there.” She giggled. “It feels so lovely.”

Kent froze. Had he just heard that right?

“W-wait, did you eat Frank too?!” Paul asked, coming to a sudden realization.

Margaret of course didn’t, but she decided to tease Paul a little by simply appearing mischievous and guilty in response. Kent went pale.

Just then, Margaret noticed him, and her joy vanished.

“Oh...you didn’t hear anything, did you?” She said nervously, even though she already knew based on his expression that he heard everything.

“...So that’s what we are to you, then? Just snacks for your journey to find that weapon?” Kent said, stepping backwards.

“NO! I mean, no, I would never eat any of you, and I never actually ate Frank; I just said that to toy with Paul.” Margaret corrected.

“YOU STILL ATE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING!” Kent yelled. “YOU’VE BECOME LIKE THAT NAZI WOMAN!”

“Well, yes, but you don’t understand how hungry I was!” Margaret retorted.

“WE’RE ALL HUNGRY, BUT THERE’S MORE TO IT THAN JUST THAT FOR YOU!” Kent yelled back.

“S-so what if it feels good to be this powerful? Maybe I wouldn’t be this desperate for power if my entire career hadn’t been an uphill battle simply because I’m a woman.” Margaret stated stiffly.

“I can’t believe you…!” Kent seethed.

Margaret then swung her feet away from Paul and folded her arms. Paul was so glad for this, he could care less for her and Kent’s argument.

“Fine, be that way, but I will not unshrink you til you apologize.” Margaret huffed.

“APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT?!” Kent yelled.

“Yelling at the woman who saved your life.” Margaret said. “Which you just did again.”

“H-hey, you’re still growing me back, right?” Paul asked, gasping for fresh air.

“Oh, so you can wrestle the weapon away from me and help Kent? Do you think I’m that stupid?” Margaret said.

“N-no! I promise I won’t help Kent! Fuck Kent!” Paul pleaded.

“Not buying it.” Margaret huffed.

“Hey, I tried.” Paul thought.

Kent paused, then looked down at his uniform.

“In the US military, we don’t leave a man behind, and I won’t apologize until you throw that innocent man back up.” He spat.

“And make myself even more hungry than I was before? Are you mad?” Margaret huffed.

“Kent, what are you doing?” Paul thought. “Just pretend to apologize, then we can forcibly trigger her gag reflex...WAIT, NEVER MIND! SHE WOULD DEFINITELY TELL MY SECRET THEN!”

“And to think you were the cutest of the lot too…” Margaret sighed, looking in the opposite direction of Kent.

But she only had time to widen her eyes before she was forcibly seized by the hair by the iron grip of the Nazi woman, who finished catching up to them.

“Time for a little game.” She chuckled, picking up the weapon with her other hand.

She then grabbed Margaret by the arm and lifted her out of the jeep before circling around and throwing her on the ground next to Kent. She then proceeded to pick Paul up and place him roughly next to Kent as well.

“Lay on your back.” She ordered to Margaret.

Margaret let out a soft whimper, then did as she was told.

“Yankees, stand on the corners of her mouth and clasp both hands.” The Nazi woman barked.

Kent and Paul paused before reluctantly following suit. She smiled.

“Now, open your mouth.” She ordered to Margaret again.

Margaret then slowly obeyed.

“Whoever pushes the other inside will be returned to his normal size and be allowed to live, but the other must be swallowed alive, and if your friend cooperates, she will die a...LESS painful death.” The woman giggled.

Margaret experienced intense mixed feelings, with some of her organs crying out in horror, but a minority crying out in delight. Kent and Paul stared at each other in utter confusion of how to avoid this.

“Hey, Kent?” Paul said. “Let’s just do as she says. At least one of us MIGHT live...even if she’ll probably just kill us all anyway.”

“Are you serious? I think we should refuse just so we die with a shred of dignity!” Kent retorted.

But then they made eye-contact with Margaret, and her expression told them she had a plan...and that they already knew they had no choice but to trust her. They reluctantly resigned, then Margaret discreetly used her tongue to trip Paul so he would fall in her mouth. Kent reflexively tried to hold on, but her mouth was too powerful, and Paul soon disappeared down her throat. The Nazi woman began clapping.

“Very good.” She said, pointing the weapon at Kent.

But she smirked wickedly just before firing.

“Of course, I only said I would unshrink him and let him live...I never specified how much longer I would let him live.” She thought.

“It’s working, she doesn’t know we flipped the bullets so it will explode.” Margaret whispered, making it only barely loud enough on purpose for the Nazi woman to hear.

This made her pause, then Kent played along and pretended to be horrified that Margaret let that slip, even though he had no idea what she could possibly hope to accomplish from this. When the Nazi woman opened the gun, the bullets didn’t look like normal bullets in that you could easily tell which side faced forward, so she reversed them before smiling wickedly again and firing at Kent.

But Margaret jerked her head at the last second so it hit her instead, and following a flash of light, instead of shrinking, Margaret grew, grew to be as big compared to the Nazi woman as she was to Kent.

The Nazi woman’s mouth feel agape and Margaret smiled mockingly. Meanwhile, in her belly, Paul was now in a truly massive cavern as just like with the jeep, Margaret’s passengers did not have their sizes altered along with the vehicle.

“Now, what was that about a painful death?” Margaret said, bending towards the Nazi woman.

She backed away slowly and dropped the weapon without meaning to, then after a pause, tried to run, but Margaret soon had her in her grasp. Even at this size, the Nazi woman’s strength was not insignificant. Nonetheless, behind the full brunt of Margaret’s strength, she found the life being squeezed out of her rapidly, before finally, ending in a bloody pop loud enough to have come from a bomb.

“I can’t believe that actually worked, but I figured it was worth a shot since I noted bullets on the ground where I found you that didn’t have a distinguishable front and back.” Margaret stated before suddenly shrinking back to her regular size as fast as she grew, soon to find that Kent had used his entire tiny body to pull the trigger.

“Aww, I quite liked being that large…” She sighed.

“Would you rather your fame come from your talent or just your size?” Kent said.

“Yes, yes, I know…” Margaret agreed. “Still, would have been nice to be that way for a day or so.”

Kent paused.

“Margaret...I’m sorry I doubted you. Even if a plan that far-fetched actually working is too rare to credit to someone, I still can’t help but do so anyway.” He stated, softening a little.

Margaret paused too, and she stared and Kent with what couldn’t be mistaken for anything but romantic affection. However, he quickly snapped her back to reality.

“Now throw up Paul before he digests! ...Please?” He said.

“Alright, alright.” Margaret agreed before sticking her finger down her throat.

Meanwhile, Kent noticed something moving out of the corner of his eye, and among the gory mess that was once the Nazi woman, he saw a tiny man in a small cage that looked in very bad shape. He then ran over to have his thoughts confirmed that it was indeed his brother, John. All his limbs were gone and he was badly battered, but still clinging to life by a thread.

“I...was too late after all…” He whimpered, a couple tears falling from his eyes.

Then, to his surprise, John smiled.

“...You did...save me…” Were his last words before he turned over and died.

There was silence, but Kent managed to wipe away his tears.

“John…” He sighed.

Vomiting was then heard, and Kent turned around to see Paul leave Margaret’s body safe and sound, but unfortunately, the other soldier had already been digested to death.

“I am so, SO sorry, you two.” She pleaded desperately. “I let the power get to my head…”

Kent forced himself to stop crying and walked towards her as Paul writhed in what looked like a permanent sense of disgust.

“In our effort to survive out here, many troops have killed people who were far more innocent than one of us.” Kent stated. “Just please change us back now.

Margaret saluted, then went to open the gun, and just as she was wondering if it mattered if she hit them with the growing sides or the shrinking sides for the second time...she realized the last of the bullets had been used.

All three froze in horror. Margaret’s career breakthrough, and Kent and Paul’s only chance to return to normal was gone as quickly as it came.

“...Well, as disappointing as this is…” Margaret finally began. “I promise to take care of you as best I can for the rest of your lives to make up for this.”

But just as she finished, a bird suddenly swooped down and grabbed Paul, taking him away screaming never to be seen again.

“Paul!” Kent cried out.

“...Well, I’ll be taking care of you...anyway…” Margaret corrected nervously, quickly snatching up Kent.

*

Little did Kent know he would have to take care of Margaret in turn. However, he didn’t protest for long. Having a giant pussy, ass, and pair of boobs to play with was hard to call a bad ending by most men, even if he had to leave his old life behind, leading everyone to believe he was one of the countless World War 2 soldiers who died, but never had a body recovered, while living on as a sex toy that only one person even knew existed in a foreign country.

Kent still had many unanswered questions, like what happened to Frank, or if there were any others like him still out there. Other journalist women across Europe also secretly kept tiny soldiers up their asses as they reported for all he knew, as it’s not like he would ever know there was a tiny man in Margaret’s ass if he weren’t living it. After hearing that the United States also defeated imperial Japan, Kent could at least feel happy that his home country was doing fine even if he would never see it again.

Our story ends with a wholesome scene of the unlikely lovers dancing, which worked by Kent dancing with Margaret’s finger on top of her other hand. Margaret had promised to return Kent to his normal size if the shrinking technology ever came to light again in exchange for him promising to officially marry her afterwards. But deep down, he knew this was never going to happen, and learned that if you’re shrunk, just be grateful if it’s in a sex heaven rather than a battlefield.

The End

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