Greg was writing on his tablet when he heard a knock on his door,  which was shocking. He never had guests over, especially surprise guests. A knock on his door almost always meant bad news. He set his tablet down and quietly stepped to the entrance of his apartment and powered carefully through the peephole. The distorted face he saw was even more shocking than he had imagined; it was Allison, glancing to either side, her light brown hair whipping back and forth as she stepped back, checking for anyone who might be coming by.




Why in the world is my girlfriend's sister here?! Greg thought to himself Maybe I should pretend not to be home…




"Greg!! Open up! It's Allison!" She knocks again, harder this time, shaking the knocker. "I know you're here! I saw your car in the parking lot."




Fuck.




Greg reluctantly opened the door and greeted this clearly anxious woman standing at his doorstep. Greg always thought she was hott, though he would never admit that to Olivia. She stood at only 5' tall and weighing 110 pounds to Greg's best guess. She didn't have much in the way of tits or ass, but her face was always done up magnificently, and for her size her proportions were perfect. He was very attracted to his girlfriend, but she was overweight and did not take care of her appearance like her sister. Today was no exception. She had chosen a natural look for her makeup today, with mascara to match her skin tone and a light touch up to her lashes. Her lipstick was dark, with a hint of dark purple teasing at her sensuality. Olivia had told him once woke she was drunk how much Allison enjoyed giving head and Greg often fantasized about the feel of her lips on his cock, hell, anywhere on his body.




"Hey." Allison waving awkwardly. "Is Olivia here?"




"No," Greg answers, "I think she's at work. I can tell her you stopped by though."




"Well actually…" Allison twisted her body back and forth coyly,  "I'm here to see you. Can I come inside?"




Greg immediately felt his blood pressure rise. Olivia had warned him about this. Allison had made a habit of trying to sleep with her sister's boyfriend's to piss her off, presumably. "Uhmm… ok? What's up?" Greg asks nervously. This has to be a dream. She can't possibly…




"Are you gonna let me in mother fucker? It's fucking hot out here." Ah, there was her famous charm.  She was always rude, which Greg found hot, he was always attracted to mean girls.




"Oh yeah, of course…" he looked into his apartment. It was filthy, he almost never cleaned, "actually… my place isn't exactly presentable right-"




"It's fine, we won't be here long." Allison pushes Greg back with one hand by his chest, her forcefulness shocking him. We? As she walks in she gives the room a once over and a fleeting look of disgust flashes on her face which she shakes away quickly. "Look…" she steps toward him and looks up with her doe eyes, "I know we haven't ever been that close, but I wanted to change that…" she smiled wide and pinched Greg's nipple, which caused him to jump back away from her.




"What?" She smiled mischievously, stepping back into his personal space, "too hard?" She placed her hand on his chest and gently rubbed his right breast, teasing his nipple this time. "Olivia told me you liked having your nipples played with."




"I… no… uh…" it was true,  Greg could barely think when his nipples were getting pinched or tugged on, especially- his thoughts were shut down as Allison took his left nipple in her mouth biting it gently, not caring that his shirt was in the way. Her free hand then found it's way to his crotch, massaging his now throbbed member. Greg could not believe this was happening, briefly he had the thought to end this, but he lacked the willpower.




Allison stopped biting his nipple so that she could say, "Olivia told me a lot of things. Do you want me to… show you?" She squeezed hard with both her hands, causing his legs to feel weak and his body to lean foward onto Allison. Smiling proudly Allison said, "I'll take that as a yes." She removed her hand from his groin and slapped his ass, lightly pushing him back with her hand on his chest. Greg was putty in her hands at this point.




She walked away from Greg and back to his kitchen. He thought he heard her mutter something at this point as she left his sight. "You seem a bit tense, let me serve us a drink." Greg follows her around the corner but is cut off immediately as she comes back around, already two tall cans in hand, his favorite, Redd's Wicked.




Greg, at this point, is baffled. She holds the already opened drink to him, smiling as big as the Cheshire cat. "Let's have some fun." Slowly, suspiciously, he takes the can and drinks. It's warm, not how he usually drinks it, the bitter taste of alcohol more apparent than normal. She grabs him by his arm and goes him to the couch. He watches her gait as she walks in front of him, her form is mesmerizing. He drinks again from the can, fully giving himself to this moment. She sits on the couch and gently pulls him down with her.




Greg, eager to fulfill this fantasy he thought would forever remain out of reach, places a hand between her legs and kisses her abruptly. Allison is surprised at his sudden action at first, but leans in and continues caressing him. Suddenly she breaks away from him to drink again. Greg does the same, lost in lust. The flavor is a bit off…it doesn't matter.  He dives in again for a kiss and Allison obliges. She pulls off his shirt, and pauses in shock.




"She's right! You are mad hairy!" She giggles and covers her lips.




"Yeah…" Greg replies sheepishly.




"I love it!" She exclaims as she immediately runs her fingers through his chest hair and pulls hard.  This makes Greg flinch, but he tries to keep his composure. "Oh? I thought you liked it rough?" She shoves Greg back on the arm of the couch, living both of his nipples.




"Oh God!" Greg exclaims.




"Here," She says, "drink some more." She pours more alcohol into his mouth. Greg is already feeling dizzy, this is clearly getting him very excited. Allison climbs on top of him, it must be the alcohol talking, she seems bigger now. "Oh my God…" she murmurs. "I think it's actually working!?"




"What?" Greg asks




"Don't worry about it babe… just relax." She strokes his face then her fingers run through his hair and grip the back of his scalp, simultaneously pouring more sweet alcohol down how throat. She looks so beautiful, her face is so…. massive. Her entire body is over his head… how is this even possible? Her smile is massive, she looks like a cat who has caught her prey. Greg's vision goes dark.

Greg regained consciousness with the entirety of his body pressed against slightly clammy flesh as his entire world was spinning. Nothing made sense and it was impossible for him to gain his bearings as his entire world shook. Suddenly the world opened up beneath him as he plummeted into all encompassing darkness. 
He lands roughly on several objects, immediately sustaining injuries across his body. Once he came to a rest on what felt like leather he noticed that the very floor he was laying on was rocking rhythmically. Just as he was trying to stand he heard something sliding through the darkness then slam into his chest, throwing him to the ground. Then immediately the floor shifts and Greg tumbles end over end, rolling over multiple oddly shaped objects further bruising his body. This tumbling continued until his body was propped up against a wall of the same material as the floor, he grabbed around for anything he could use to secure his position. As luck would have it he found a thick pole that he could utilize as a staff to pin himself up against the leather wall.
Having achieved some stability Greg fights to maintain his balance. What the fuck happened? He could hear the rustling of many large objects sitting about, colliding and rolling. Occasionally hard objects smash into him; he manages to stay up, using whatever pole he was holding as a makeshift crutch. The last thing he could remember was... Allison.Where was she? Where was he? In pitch black he had no clue as to his location, he could faintly hear a deep and regular thud behind all the clattering. Suddenly, the floor fell away from him and he was in the air, falling. He lost his grip on his crutch and his chest landed right on it, knocking the wind out of him; he thought he felt a crack in his ribs. He rolled over onto his back and sucked air in a deep, gasping breath.
It was at this point that blinding light rained down on Greg accompanied by a grinding, zipping noise. Weakly,  he raised a hand to cover his eyes, squinting into the sky, far above him he saw an opening, a giant... face? Allison's face! He could barely make out the details of her face silhouetted by a light behind it. A wicked smile of excitement it wore, her hand dropped into his cave, her index finger and thumb grabbing a granola bar not far from him then her pinky and ring finger scooped him up deftly and pressed him against her palm. Effortlessly he was lifted out of her purse, like a toy by a hook swung across an unbelievable distance and carelessly dropped on a counter. As Greg looked around he quickly recognized his surroundings, it was the kitchen in the house Allison and Olivia shared.
Greg watched, dumbfounded, as Allison walked away toward the other corner of the kitchen, casually opening her granola bar. She had a bounce to her step that was usually not present, and briefly Greg appreciated the way her ass jiggled with each step.  Greg stood, noticing his nakedness, feeling the soreness of his ribs and every muscle,  covered himself and shouted at Allison, "How did you do this!? Why!" She took a bite of her snack, apparently ignoring him, "This is so crazy... I'm dreaming, I have to be." He thinks to himself. But he also reminds himself that he has never felt this much pain in a dream.
"It's gonna take a while to prepare and cook you," She said while chewing messily, "and I am fucking starving, Greg! I always need a snack while I prepare dinner."
Greg's head spun at what he heard and his legs collapsed. "What the fuck did you say?"
"Oh my God Greg, this is so fucking exciting!" Greg barely registers what is occurring, but Allison moves with energetic determination, turning on the air fryer and adjusting the settings with her free hand. She walks back over to Greg, takes another bite of her granola bar and drops it next to Greg, nearly landing it right on top of him. The half that remained was still bigger than Greg's diminutive form. Allison continued across the kitchen without so much as glancing at Greg. Greg walked over to the discarded candy bar, astonished as the reality of his new size set in. It lay on it's side, half consumed. It lay at it's lowest possible height, half wrapped and half exposed, yet still he could barely see over it. He reached his hand out to touch it and just as he was about to touch the wrapper, Allison's hand swooped down, her fingers passing meets inches in front of his face, lifting the snack up and away towards Allison's mouth where her teeth broke it in two, her enormous visage never ceased movement, rushing beyond Greg's spot on the counter. In her other hand she is carrying a plastic produce bag, the contents of which she dumps out on a cutting board. Greg is finally starting to regain his wits. He runs over to Allison and the cutting board as she grabs a knife and starts cutting what Greg recognizes as jalapeños. "Allison," he breaks out into a sprint,  "Allison!" He waves his hands hoping to get her attention. Heedless to whatever noises he can make, Allison continues to cut the stems off and slice the jalapeños in half, until, that is,  he got to the edge of the cutting board. "Sit down tiny man!" Allison shouts as she smacks him with the flat of her jalapeño covered knife. Allison watches Greg collapse and laughs. "You're so fucking pathetic." Allison then continues to cut the remaining jalapeños. Greg picks himself up, shocked at his vulnerability. "What are you doing Allison!"Allison stops cutting and looks to Greg. "Seriously!? I already told you, bitch! Olivia told me all about your fetishes, and I found your vore fetish particularly fascinating." With that Allison grabbed the remaining piece of her granola bar and forced it into her mouth, chewing dramatically. "Honestly," She said, mouth full, "eating you is all I can think about." She swallows the last of the bar and smiles at Greg. With that, Greg sprints away in fear.
"Oh no you don't!" Allison shouts. She drops her knife and her hand shoots at Greg, picking him up. "You are gonna stay put like a good boy." Allison carried Greg's body over the cutting board and dropped him in a jalapeño half. She then picked up the knife, pointed it at Greg with an exaggerated face of anger,  "STAY!" She shouted,  as though he were a dog. Between being tossed around like a doll and threatened with a kitchen utensil larger than a claymore Greg was shaking in fear, immobilized as he felt the cool interior of the jalapeñosquish underneath his buttocks. He stared as Allison walked to the fridge and retrieved something from it's depths. She deftly opens the packaging, using the knife to scoop out a portion of it's contents. Cream cheese. Without hesitation Allison pressed the cold cheese into the jalapeño and across Greg's quaking form. The chill of the cream jolted Greg back to reality. He was stuck to the inside of a spicy vegetable by fake cheese! He tried to stand up--------to move--r08;--------To even wiggle, to no avail. Greg was forced to watch as Allison gave the same treatment to each split jalapeño, humming as she worked. Occasionally she would glance at Greg, stuck in her cheese, and shake her head with a smile, almost not believing her own reality, pleased at her ability to imprison this man who once stood more than a foot above her. She then returned to the fridge to retrieve another item, this time Greg could recognize the next piece of his coffin: bacon. Allison continued on her merry way, not even choosing to wrap Greg first, clearly knowing that he can't go anywhere, instead the first slide she removed from the package went around the jalapeño power nearest her. She continued along, humming, smiling at Greg, occasionally sticking her tongue out at him. Greg continued the struggle, despite its futility. The thought that this was his fetish IRL barely registered to him at this point. He could feel the cheese loosen around him and hope springing into his heart anew. Just as he was about to get his hand loose Allison picked up his pod and wrapped him tightly with bacon, just barely leaving his face exposed."This is so… awesome!" Allison shouts. "I NEVER would have thought this would work!" She set him down on the tray and continued to wrap the other poppers. Greg heard a beep that he knew well, the air fryer was ready for him. "Oh yes!" Allison cheered, "Time to cook up you delicious morsels." She skipped over to the fryer in the corner of the kitchen and opened the lid. Greg and Olivia had cooked many dinners in that, they had even roleplayed him bring cooked in the on occasion.  But now, he was terrified. Allison cried out in shock as she attempted to pick up the metal insert inside the air fryer. "Dammit!" She exclaims, sucking on her fingertips. "That is so fucking hot! I would never want to go in there..." She glanced to Greg wickedly, "you do though, right?""No!" Everything came rushing out at once, maybe she would finally listen.  "Allison! Please! I don't want this, I don't know what Olivia told you but I don't want to be eaten!" "Oh?" Allison smirks as she walks toward him. "Are you saying my sister would lie about something as fucking weird as this? Where would she even get the idea?  I found a lot of wierd shit online after I knew what to look for, but I had never heard of your perverted fantasy before she told me." "Yes! Yes, she must have been lying, who would be into this? I'm not! Please let me go, change me back!" Allison laughs."I'll tell you what, little treat." Her abdomen was pressed against the counter top, a portion of her belly exposed, showing off her belly button piercing,  her beautiful face towering over him. "If you admit to me that you want to be eaten, that not only that you have roleplayed this same scenario with my sister, but that you actually have secretly fantasized about being eaten by... me," her eyebrows raised suggestively, "Then maybe, just maybe, I will wait till my sister gets home and let her decide what we'll do with you."Greg's mind rushed with thoughts. Olivia was never eager to roleplay, but she had grown used to his fetish and indulged him in it often. But if she actually found him like this, she would help, certainly. Yet, he would be admitting to this clearly psychotic woman that he wanted to meet his end inside of her. But otherwise... he would meet that end anyway, it was his only hope. "Ok... fine... Allison, I have a vore fetish. I'm aroused when I imagine being..." He was very much aware of being part of an appetizer, "eaten." That last word was barely whispered. "What was that?"Greg tried to calm his nerves, this is the way out. Maybe she was just bullying him, all she wants is for him to admit how weird he is. "I want to be eaten by you Allison!" He shouts out with his eyes closed. "Ha HA!" She claps her hands together realism while jumping. "You have no idea how WET that makes me!" Allison grabs the cutting board all of the poppers were laying on and carries it over to the air fryer. "I'll tell you what Greg, you were wasted on Olivia, but don't worry! We're gonna fix that right now and put you to good use."Greg was stunned. "What?" She didn't hear him. "Allison!" He shouts, watching the air fryers approach. "Allison! You said you would wait for Olivia!""I am, silly! Once she gets back I'll let her choose who gets to eat you. You were always gonna get cooked!"Greg loses his mind at this point and begins struggling and screaming wildly. If he had been silent, he would have heard the front door open and bang shut. Allison recklessly slides all of the poppers into the air fryer, Greg screaming all the while, and shuts the lid quickly, hoping Olivia didn't hear the screams.The heat was so intense it was all he could think of. He could feel the hair on his head begin to curl away. Though he could see nothing everything felt bright. He screamed as loud as he could, pain becoming his world. Time became meaningless immediately. Everything was meaningless. He thrashed about more violently than he ever thought he could. He didn't even notice the return of the light, or Olivia's face above him turning from delight to shock as she saw her boyfriend thrashing about inside his prison. Quickly,  she pulled him out, slightly burning her hands in the process. Greg's world became ice cold as he left the hell fryer and his vision went dark. 

"Greg! Oh no, Greg please." His surroundings are hazy, as are his memories, like when waking from an intense dream. "What the actual fuck Allison! What were you thinking! He could die!"
"What!? After you told me all about his fetish... you know me, I've always been the curious sister," Allison shrugged her shoulders innocently, "I couldn't help myself!"
"Oh my God, oh my God... com'on Greg." Olivia ran to the bathroom sink,  carrying Greg with care the whole way. His shoulders, neck and face were red and tender, clearly a serious burn. Most of his hair was burned away, leaving only a messy tangle of hair on his head. Olivia figured that some cold water may wake him up and she needed to get something on his burns. His diminutive form felt so fragile in her hands, like carrying a baby bird that fell from a tree. She gently ran Greg through the tap. He sputtered immediately and relief washed through Olivia. Allison on the other hand stood pouting in the corner.
Greg jolted awake in Olivia's warm hands. The water seemed freezing to Greg, irritating his burns. His whole body was aching. The pouring water was removed from his face as Olivia noticed Greg's movements.  "Oh thank God!" She laid him on the marble counter then barreled after Allison. "Why did you DO THIS Allison! That's MY boyfriend!" She got right in her sister's personal space, pointing her finger so close to her face that her it was nearly touching her nose.
Allison smacked Olivia's hand to the side. "Hey hey," Olivia laid hands on her sister, and they struggled for a bit until Allison threw her off. "HEY! Back off sis!" She held her hands up, palms out defensively,  "He was practically begging me to eat him, you know how freaky he is. And didn't you tell me that he included me in one of your roleplays? He probably fantasizes about my pussy all the time!"
"Shut up! He does not." Olivia slapped Allison so hard it made Greg jump. She storms away from Allison, pulling at her own hair so hard Greg thought she may pull out handfuls.
"I didn't want this Olivia!" Greg yelled, oh my God I thought I was dead. "She kidnapped me,  she shrank me, I don't even know... what the fuck... this has to be a dream." Greg began to disassociate again as he fell into the fetal position rocking back and forth.
"See what you've done to him!" Olivia screamed. Allison laughed so hard she snorted.
"Oh boo hoo, the little snack is having a mental breakdown." Allison taunted him by pretending to cry, rubbing her hands on her eyes like kids do with each other.
"He's not a snack,  Allison!  You can't just eat MY boyfriend!"
"It's what he wants to be, Olivia," she said her sister's name with as much attitude as she could, "'snack' is basically his preferred pronoun. You call him 'snack' in all your roleplays, I just made him what HE wants to be!"
"It's NOT the same and you know that, Allison. How did you even do this!"
"Well..." she rolled her eyes, "I was talking to my dealer the other day and this little snack's fetish came up. He told me that there was this new drug on the market, some are calling it 'the poison pill'." Olivia cut her sister off.
"You gave my boyfriend something called the 'poison pill'! Seriously? What if it just killed him? Did you even care!"
"Of course not, stupid. I was gonna eat him, duh!" She made and ugly face at Olivia. "But any way, I bought the pill, and it was fucking expensive, mind you. 200 hundred dollars Olivia! Have you ever spent that much money to make Greg happy? Huh?"
She hadn't, Greg thought to himself. But this was definitely her trying to kill me.
"You did this with just a pill?" Olivia said in disbelief. "Does it wear off? Is he going to return to normal?"
"Pfft," Allison scoffed, "I don't know, I didn't ask questions, I wanted only to fulfill your little snacks greatest dream! You should be apologizing to him for interrupting!"
"This is too much, Allison." Olivia shook her head and returned to Greg. "It's gonna be OK baby, I'll take care of you." Then,"Call your dealer Allison!"
"Ooo! You want to shrink someone else?! Let's!" Allison jumped into the air clapping.
"NO Allison!" Olivia had begun to apply aloe vera to her mentally broke boyfriend, "get an antidote! Fix this!" She gestured with a flat hand at her miniature boyfriend.
"Ok, geez! I'll go see what I can do. No promises though!" Allison walked away, her heels clacking as she gathered her things in preparation to leave.
Everything still felt surreal to Greg. His girlfriend was so massive in front of him, her fingers rubbing cold aloe into his skin. Wait..."Olivia! I'm allergic to aloe! Remember!" Olivia looked at her hands, then panicked.
"Oh shit, oh shit!" She cried out. She had covered her boyfriend in the stuff. She turns on the hot water at the sink and dunks Greg into the stream. She grabs a sponge for dishes and behind scrubbing him with it. It was a little soapy and the sponge was very rough on his skin, peeling off the burnt layer. Greg screams in pain. "Oh my God!" She exclaims as she realized that she has just made it much worse. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She repeats.
Allison laughs like a famous female rapper as she grabs her keys and leaves through the front door. "Byyyee!" The metal screen clangs shut behind her.
"She's such a bitch." Olivia says to Greg. "I can't believe she did this. I can't believe it's even possible."
"Me either," Greg said, wincing through the pain, "I'm just glad that you came home when you did."
Olivia sighed and lay her head in her hands, starting to cry. Greg didn't know what to do, her usually fixed everything, he was always in charge in the relationship, now he just felt helpless. Maybe if they knew more about this pill. But it wasn't like he could just pull his phone out. He needed Olivia to pull it together. He had to rely on Olivia more than he ever had, and honestly? That terrified him.
DING
Olivia's head jolted up. They both had forgotten about the air fryer. Olivia walked over to it and opened the lid. The room was filled with the aroma of bacon and a tinge of what was Greg's hair. "Stress always makes me hungry." Olivia said as she smelled the poppers. She grabbed a plate from the cabinet and used a pair of tongs to grab the hors d'oeuvres. She seemed much happier now that she had food in front of her. Greg couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if she had left him in there. It was horrific. Olivia placed the plate on the counter next to Greg and pulled a stool up.
She picked up a popper and said, "Say what you want about Allison, but she sure can cook." With that she took a big bite, more than half in her mouth, she could barely chew. Greg watched her in disbelief.
Olivia noticed him staring, "What?"
That was the one I was in...

Olivia takes Greg to the computer to look for info. She continues to eat the Jalapeno poppers while doing so, making Greg uncomfortable. He comments on this, why eat what nearly killed him. She's not going to waste food. 
Greg stared as Olivia eviscerated the snack that nearly served as his coffin. He barely noticed her swallow before she took the remainder into her mouth. "Whut?" She said,  the popper blocking her tongue, muddling her speech. She covered her lips as she chewed quickly and swallowed. Greg shook his head, he would have just as easily been masticated and ingested had Allison succeeded in cooking him.
"How can you be hungry right now!? I almost died! In that!" He points to his tomb.
"Oops!" Olivia let's out a laugh, "Was that the one you were in? I couldn't tell."
"It doesn't matter, Olivia! I almost died!"
"Oh, don't be such a bitch Greg, you're fine," She grabbed another, smaller popper and stuffed it all in her mouth and said through her chewing, "nauw." She swallowed without thinking, "plus, how many times have we roleplayed this? Let's have some fun! You've wanted this EXACT situation for a long as I've known you."
"How can you want to have fun! I was almost cooked! Allison could have done whatever she wanted to me."
"And now..." Olivia lowered her face to Greg's level, smiling like a cat, "Now I can do whatever I want with you." With that she smiled wider, her big lips framing her straight, white teeth. She opened her mouth slowly, showing Greg a view her had wanted to see for most of his life. Suddenly, her teeth came crashing down, snapping together just a few feet in front of him. Greg tripped over his own feet backing up, landing on his ass. Olivia's laughed, then proceeded to lick Greg's body. His erection stops proudly despite his fear, which Olivia took notice of, spending some time teasing it. Greg was enthralled by the feel of her tongue. It was scary to think of what she could do, but he trusted her. Still, it was hard but to think of her chewing the jalapeno popper....
She continued licking up across his naval, then recoiled slightly as she reached his chest, "Ewww." She made a disgusted face, "Your hair feels funny. I'll have to shave you before I do any more mouth stuff with you."
Greg was panting, laying there, fully erect, covered in his girlfriend's saliva. "Please Olivia, can you finish?"
"Oh!" She held her hands flat against her chest in faux shock, "I thought you weren't in the mood? Weren't you to scared, baby?" She pouts at him with her moon eyes.
" I was, but... Common baby, you know how I am, once you get me started there's no stopping."
"I do know you, so you better shut up from now on and do whatever I tell you. You're my plaything now and you're going to love it." She smiled and went back down on him.
Maybe she's right, I need to enjoy this while I have a chance. Greg thought to himself as she licked his crotch, taking obvious care to not lick his hairs. It was at this moment that the front door opened, allowing Allison entrance. Olivia panicked, embarrassed, and snatched Greg from the counter top. Everything happened too fast for Greg to know what happened before all was dark. Olivia had stashed him in her double d tits, like so many lighters and loose change.
"Oh hey Allison!" Olivia waved, trying to not seem flustered. "You got back fast! He he..." Her awkward laugh was... Awkward.
"Yeah, I called my dealer, he said there is a way to reverse it, but it's expensive." She walked into the house dropping her closed purse on the couch on her way to the kitchen. "Ah!" She exclaimed! "You ate all my poppers! What the fuck!"
"Hey, it's the least you can do after almost EATING MY BOYFRIEND!" Olivia yelled.
"I guess..." Allison pouts.
"Sooooo..."
Allison looks confused, "What?"
"How much is it gonna cost to change my boyfriend back?!"
"Oh right, I forgot about the little snack." Allison giggled as Olivia rolled her eyes. "What?! You know he likes being called that! Where did you put him? Let's ask him what he prefers to be called, it's just polite these days."
"Don't worry about where he is, just tell me how much it costs to reverse what you did."
"It's more than any snack is worth, I'll tell you that..." Olivia taps her foot, waiting. Greg had figured out where he had been tucked away, and had completely given up trying to move.
"It's gonna be two thousand dollars." Greg's heart stopped. No no NO!  Olivia is terrible at saving money, and there's no way Allison cares enough to spend any money to help. I'm fucked, I'm. So. Fucked! And there's no way I can make any money like this.Olivia didn't know what to think. Maybe there were a few things she could sell, but she really didn't want to do that. "Allison, you have to help, this is your fault." Olivia implores, knowing it to be futile.
"Hmmm..." Allison looked to the ceiling, hand to chin, pretending to think hard, "let me sleep on it, I'm sure I can think of something to make it worth my while." With that she left to her room, wiggling her hips, clearly excited.
Olivia reached into her shirt and pulled Greg out, "did you hear all that?"
"Yeah," Greg said, defeated.
"This isn't fair. It's not right that I have to pay to fix you. This is your stupid fetish to begin with, this is your fault really."
"What?? How?!"
"You're always pushing your fetish on me, of course Allison was going to find out eventually."
Greg shook his head in disbelief and shock, "How was I supposed to know she had connections that could shrink me!"
"It's still your fault, if you didn't have the fetish we wouldn't be here now." She looked directly at Greg now. "In fact, you need to apologize to me."
"I am not apologizing to you Olivia! Why aren't you demanding one from Allison! She's the villain here! I'm the victim!"
"I think Allison was right, this was her doing a favor for you, you should be thanking her and apologizing to me. You get to live out your whole fantasy because of her and at MY expense. Apologize to me, NOW!"
Greg was confused, why was she angry so suddenly? "Olivia, I don't get why you're so upset-"
"Shut up and apologize! Or maybe I'll just throw you back in the air fryer where uncooked snacks like you belong!"
Greg started at his girlfriend, dumbfounded.
"Do does that mean my little snack chooses the air fryer?" She took a few steps to get to the appliance, then pressed a few buttons.
"Olivia! What the fuck! What the fuck! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please!"
Olivia smiled at him, "Thank you! Now was that so hard?" She peeked at his groin, "I guess it was! Ha ha! You did always love unwilling best honey."
Greg tried his best to slow his breathing, to small success. "So... Fuck. I'm ok. I'm ok." Greg took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, then released it slowly. "Babe please don't do that again, I know this is a bad situation, but you can't treat me like that, it's not right. I really thought you were going to put me back in there."
"And look at how turned on you are! Look babe, be a good little boy and do everything I say and I promise everything is gonna turn out just fine. Let me have some fun with this, I promise you will too. Before you know it you'll be back at normal size. And you'll probably be planning for the next time you'll shrink!"
"You really think I'm gonna want to experience this all again? You two crazy bitches scaring the shit out of me?"
"Baby, it's like I said before, you have nothing to be afraid of from me, I wouldn't have thrown you in the air fryer... For long." Greg felt the panic rise again. "I'm kidding! But you have to think I will, right? That's how we get that raging boner poking into my fingers right now." She shifted said fingers to graze his erection, smiling at him, making Greg twitch with delight.
Greg was doubtful and afraid,  yet still he had a raging hard on. "Ok, I'll tell you what, I'll be nice for right now." She lifted Greg up to her face, "I'll let you jerk off into my mouth!" she smiles proudly.
Without waiting for his approval she laid her hand flat, with Greg laying on it. Her hand was nearly at a 45 degree angle, making his position unstable. Then she put her head beneath her hand and said, "Careful not to fall in..." She winked at that and held her mouth open. Greg needed no additional encouragement.
Almost immediately Greg discovered that even slow movements caused him to slide down her massive hand. Olivia must have noticed as well, because she placed her hand against her chin so that Greg could stand on her lower lip and continue. Looking into her mouth he was in awe. He felt his climax coming early as Olivia stuck her tongue out and licked at his legs. This threw him over the edge, almost literally, as he ejaculated into the pit of his girlfriend's mouth.
She closed her mouth and hummed as she rolled her face forward, causing Greg to tumble backwards into her hand again. "Now let's get you shaved little snack, I want to suck on you."

Shaving Greg did not work as easily as Olivia had hoped. All the razors she had were too large and she was concerned she would cut her tiny boyfriend. Especially since he kept squirming and insisting she would in fact cut him.
"Look, if you won't let me shave you I'm not putting you in my mouth."
"There has to be a better way." Greg pleaded.
Olivia thought for a moment. "I could wax you?" She questioned, hopeful.
"I guess we could try that... But that's going to hurt a lot."
"Eh, it's not that bad." She waved off his concerns and sighed. "Any way I'll have to buy that later. It's getting late, let's go to bed." Olivia picked up Greg and carried him away so fast Greg's head was spinning. They must have arrived in her room because she said, "Now where to keep you... Oh perfect!"
The world rushed around Greg as Olivia's hand plummeted down. Without warning she released him, allowing him to plummet several yards. For a brief second Greg could see where he would land, directly on the blue insole of Olivia's white, well worn sneakers. He let out a yell that was cut short as he impacted, bouncing once. He rolled onto his back, acutely aware of all of his minor injuries. Despite his pain the image he saw above him was stunning.
Olivia was smiling down proudly at him as she tucked her curly, burgundy hair behind her ears. "Now you get to sleep in my shoe!! Remember how fast you would cum when I would whisper that in your ear?" Greg was already aroused again, this still felt fake, like a dream. Olivia started to leave, waving one hand, but with a small exclamation she came back and got on her knees to bring her face closer to Greg.
"No jerking off in there, mister!" She pointed at Greg angrily.
"What?! Olivia, that's not fair! You even said we should take advantage of this situation!" He stood up.
"I said no!" She lifted the shoe slightly, causing Greg to fall. "You will NOT get cum all over my shoes."
"Ok, geez," Greg complied, rubbing the back of his head. "But can you stop being so rough with me, I'm in a lot of pain!"
"Oh poor baby," she said mockingly. "I'll be nice to you when you're an obedient little boy, and if I find ANY cum in my shoe I'll make you spend the day in there." She stuck her tongue out and ascended into the sky and out of his vision. Greg heard her bed squeak then the lights turned off. "And you better stay in there all night! Wouldn't want me to accidentally step on you, or worse, have Allison find you."
Greg took in his surroundings, even standing he couldn't see over the lip of the shoe. How can she expect me not to jerk it in here. He walked down to the toe of her shoe. From the dim light he could see the dirty outline of Olivia's toes. Greg couldn't help himself and started caressing his member. I'll just go for a little bit, denial is fun too he thought.
Meanwhile Olivia lay in bed, quite happy with herself. Certainly this was a concerning situation, for her boyfriend. And it was going to take a long time to save up enough money, but now she can give Greg all the fantasies he's had. Olivia had never told Greg directly, but she had actually begun to enjoy some aspects of his fetish. Specifically the domination aspect, and now he really is her little plaything. She became wet at the thought and wasted no time in pleasuring herself.
I could just put my shoe on in the morning, make him think I forgot about him. The thought filled her mind and it wasn't long before she came, loudly. She relaxed into the bed, smiling smugly. Maybe it's not so bad that it will take so long to save up the money was the last thought in her head before she drifted to sleep.

Greg could hear his girlfriend cum as he was edging himself and it threw him over the edge. His load was huge, for his size, and post nut clarity struck him immediately. Shit. Maybe she won't notice, it is all the way at the tip of the toe. Greg looked at his spunk. It was too much not to notice. He couldn't risk it. He had to find some way to clean it up. Maybe he could find some napkins lying around?
Venturing into the house should be safe enough. He knew Olivia would be dead asleep by now, he wasn't so sure about Allison, but he felt confident she wouldn't do anything now. Probably.
Greg hurried over to opening of the shoe and hoisted himself over the edge. He landed just fine but felt a minor ache, looked around then ran for the door.
It was weird, running at this height. All the furniture was passing by him slowly, like scenery. Distant mountains, inaccessible to him. His original intention was to check the dining room, but he noticed Allison's purse in the living room. He was pretty sure he remembered some napkins in there when he was being toted around. The strap was dangling off the couch, maybe he could climb up?
Looking up at the purse way up above him made him think otherwise, but maybe he could pull it down. He grabbed onto the strap and pulled as hard as he could, causing the purse to slide a little. This could work. He amped himself up and yanked at the purse again, and again. Finally gravity took over, bringing the purse down like a tumbling boulder. Greg scrambled to get out of the way, just barely clearing it.
"FUUUUUCCKKK!" He heard the purse yell.
"What the..." Greg crept toward the purse slowly. He could hear movement and more yelling. Did she really already shrink another guy? Greg went to the zipper and pulled at it. It was slow going, but he got it open enough to see inside. He crawled in, and there in front of him was a young man he did not recognize. Both of his legs were broken, pointing in irregular directions.
"Oh thank God!" The man cried out, "Help me! What the fuck is going on!"
Greg had no idea what to do. How could he even help this man? He could drag him back to Olivia's room, but could she really protect him from Allison? He had to do something though. He crawled to the man to get a better look at his wounds, but just as he got close he heard the heavy thud of a shoe outside the purse. He turned to look and saw a pink sneaker, one of Allison's.
"Fuc-" Was all he could get out before she lifted the purse, tossing everything inside. His time in her purse was short this time, but nonetheless just as terrifying and dangerous. The purse opened to the near darkness of a house at night and Allison's hand came down and rifled around for a minute before finding Greg.
Greg was in full panic mode, he had no idea what Allison would do now.
"Well now, my little treat," she said excitedly, "it's too late to have you for dinner, it's bad to eat this late, but I think you're gonna be a great addition to my cerea--" she stopped mid sentence as she squinted at Greg. "Greg, what the fuck are you doing in my purse?! Oh my God!" She exclaimed, but then held her hand to her mouth then whispered, "Did you change your mind! Are you gonna let me eat you!!"
"No! Put me down!" Greg yelled with as much authority as his stature allowed.
Allison's smile disappeared in an instant. "Fine..." She lowered Greg to the bed and set him down gently. "What where you doing in my purse anyway?"
"I was looking for tissues to... Clean something up."
"Oookay..." She said, confused, "What were you... Nevermind. So you knocked my purse down off the couch?"
"Yeah." Greg replied sheepishly.
"It's too bad you hadn't changed your mind, we could have had a lot of fun. Well, at least I picked up another tiny while I was out... Did you meet him? Did you meet my new snack? Well, I guess he's just an ingredient, since I'm gonna plop him in my cereal."
"Allison, you can't eat him, you have to change him back." Greg pleaded.
"No I don't. I can do whatever I want, and don't forget that. Now where is he..." She went digging through her purse looking for the little man. "Oh what the fuck? He's all bloody." She said in disgust as she pulled him out. She held him delicately between two fingers, trying to keep the blood off of her and her bed. "Eh, you don't look so good. You're losing a lot of blood." The man was barely conscious, his face as pale as a ghost. "Maan, there's no way he's gonna survive till morning."
Allison thought for a moment on what to do. "I don't want to waste you... I guess I'll just crush you under my bare foot. Don't want to get my shoes all bloody. What do you think little guy? You like that?" She wiggled him, trying to get him to respond. He only cried out in pain. "God, what a waste...." She sighed heavily.
Allison laid the man on the tile, then grabbed Greg with her clean hand. "You, little snack, are going to watch."
Greg felt terror strike his heart. "What? No, Allison, please just let me leave."
"No," she said firmly, "this is all your fault, my snack is ruined, my purse is ruined too, who knows what else is covered in blood." She cocked her head as she realized something. "In fact, I want you to untie my shoes. I've had a long day." Without waiting for his response, Allison took Greg and placed him on top of her right shoe.
Greg got on his knees, and looked at the knot in front of him. Her shoelaces wear like ropes to him, but he began tugging anyway. It took a lot to get it sliding, this was even harder than pulling the purse down. Allison grew impatient with him and placed her left shoe over him.
"Hurry up, snack, if he dies before I can crush him then I'll have to sate this urge another way..." She released him and Greg went straight to work with renewed vigor. He couldn't help but be aroused, he had fantasized being at Allison's whim before, and despite the dying man, some part of him was enjoying his role at least.
The knot released. Greg tried to pull the tongue of the shoe towards him to loosen it's grip on this goddesses foot, to no avail. Allison laughed at his ineptitude.
"I think I'll have to do that, little one." Allison then leaned down, pulled the tongue up, jostling Greg about in the process, then slipped her socked foot out. Greg watched as her foot raised up and rested on her knee. She took her sock off, smiling down at Greg, then threw the sock at him.
The sock hit Greg with enough force to knock him off her shoe. "What the hell Allison!"
She just laughed, "Now get the next one."
Greg picked himself up and clambered onto the other shoe, the process was the same, ending with Greg watching with awe as her beautiful foot slid out of her pink slightly stinky sneaker. She took her last sock off then brought her foot down on Greg, grabbing him with her toes and tossing him towards the dying man on the tile. Allison scooted along the edge of the bed and placed her foot on top of Greg, using her big toe to pin his head down, facing Allison's victim.
"Allison," Greg cried out as best he could with his face being smushed "Let me go please!" She either ignored him or didn't hear him.
"Now look closely, little snack. This is what will happen to you if you continue to piss me off." Her smooth, pedicured foot entered his vision, slowly lowering, the ball of her foot pointing directly at the doomed man. Her toes were spread wide. The man seemed to regain the will to live, but could do little more than cry out in fear. Her foot made contact with him and Allison started to twist her foot like she would when she would snuff out a cigarette, except now it was a life. The man's screams ended with the crunching of his rib cage. Allison let out an exclamation of glee at the noise then lifted her foot to better look at her work.
"Gross, but I guess it was exciting." She said nonchalantly. "Anyway," she said as she lifted her foot from Greg, "go now, before I change my mind."
Greg got up and ran as fast as he could. He didn't look back once. He jumped into Olivia's sneaker and hid all the way in the toe. This was all so crazy. He thought on everything that had occurred since he had shrunk. He was prepped with a meal, nearly cooked, pinned by his girlfriend's sister's foot, thrown into a shoe, treated like an object. Powerless. He could smell Olivia's foot lingering in her shoe. He could still remember the way Allison's foot smelled. He looked down and saw his raging boner. Olivia was already going to be mad, so he decided he might as well go for a few more.
Meanwhile Allison lay in bed, plotting.