Jeff’s body fell a great distant to the water below. He was unable to get a good breath of air before plunging into the frigid liquid. Desperately, he held his breath as he swam to the surface for air. He did not know what kind of container he was in. All he knew was the impossible had happened. He had been shrunk.
He knew the girl that had dropped him in the pool of water. He knew who very well who she was. Her name was Katelyn and he’d been sending her e-mails for quite some time now.
Jeff, in his mad dash for air, looked outside of the walls of his icy prison and saw a girl approaching Katelyn. She looked familiar, but he couldn‘t place her face, though he thought he her blonde hair and blue eyes were very pretty.
The two girls came close to the coffee table where Jeff was floundering and sat down on the couch. Jeff tried to scream for help, but the only thing that came out of his mouth were bubbles. He was too weak to swim. The girls glanced over at him dismissively and then Katelyn began talking.
“So basically, just swallow a few and I’ll record it. Very straight forward. Nothing we haven’t done before. Okay?’ Katelyn said.
The golden haired girl merely nodded her head. As Katelyn got up to grab her camera, Jeff began to remember the events of the past few days. They were hazy at best, but were quickly coming back to him. At the same time, his lungs began screaming for air. Jeff couldn’t help it anymore, he kicked as hard as he could for the surface, but to no avail. His legs wouldn’t move. Feeling faint, Jeff gave in to his body’s demand for air, and took a deep breath of water.
---2 Days Before the Shoot
Jeff looked lazily at the shelves in front of him. His manager was buzzing on and on in his ear about his work ethic. She kept pointing at the shelves full of fish food and telling him, “Is this how you remerchandising the pet aisle?”
Jeff found it hard to really pay attention to anything she was saying. So he let his thoughts wander while she lectured. He thought about how he'd kill for a beer right now. He tried to remember if he'd gotten his mail yet from the post office. In doing so he remembered the laundry he had forgotten to do. Which, in the mind’s strange way, lead his thoughts to her.
Katelyn.
She was gorgeous. He found her extremely attractive. Her beautiful brunette hair, voluptuous ass, magnificent tits, and that red hot mouth. Those sexy pair of lips made Jeff weak every time. But she was just a girl on his computer screen. No more real than his fantasies of her.
He had commented on her web site. It was innocent enough. He left as simple and slightly suggestive a comment as, “It’s good to see you enjoy what you do. If I had the chance, I’d be your slave to do whatever you wanted with.” It seems that was all it took, because a few days later, he got a strange email from a girl claiming to be Katelyn.
“You’re fired!”
Jeff snapped out of his day dream. “Wha… What? You can’t fire me? What’d I do?!”
“You’re an idiot! That’s what you did. I’ve been yelling at you for ten minutes and you haven’t said a damn thing! If you don’t care about what I have to say, then you can just leave!” The manager began walking away. Jeff pleaded with her to give him a second chance.
“I need this job, Jane!”
The sixty year old lady turned 180 degrees on her heels and looked Jeff in the eyes. She stared him down for a very long two seconds before saying, “Get you stuff out of your locker. I expect the keys and lock on my desk before you leave.”
It was 3 PM when Jeff got home. He threw his coat on the counter. Sitting down on his old couch, he put his head in his hands and contemplated his next move. He sat like this for nearly fifteen minutes before giving up on thinking.
He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was a six-pack of beer with 1 left, a small amount of milk left in a jug dated 3 weeks ago, and a single Betty Crocker swiss roll. Staring blankly at his empty fridge, he grabbed the beer and the last swiss roll and returned to the couch.
Grabbing the remote he turned on his 16 inch TV only to find a static screen and blaring white noise. Jumping a little, he fumbled the remote in search of the volume button. Finally muting it, he muttered to himself, “Fucking shut my cable off…”
He cracked opened the beer, took a sip, then took a bite out of the swiss roll. His eyes scanned across the room. He didn’t have very much. His apartment consisted of three rooms. The living room and kitchen were connected leading to his bedroom and his shower-only bathroom.
That’s when his eyes fell upon his laptop. Jumping up in excitement he grabbed the laptop and opened it. He had hesitantly replied to the girl claiming to be Katelyn almost a week ago and she still hadn‘t replied. He wasn’t expecting much, but he couldn’t help but be curious. For now, it was at least fun.
Jeff connected to the internet using his neighbor’s wifi. Immediately, he logged into his email and checked his inbox. There were no new messages. Not even any penis enhancement spam.
He laid back on the couch a little more depressed then before. He took a deep sip of his beer and greedily shoved the rest of the swiss roll into his mouth. The TV was still on. It looked angry. As if the TV were silently screaming at him. Jeff finished his beer and grimaced a little bit at the taste. He checked the date and noticed it too was three weeks old. Sighing heavily, he put his laptop on his cardboard box coffee table, closed it, grabbed his keys and left his apartment.
Jeff didn’t get home until 2 AM. He had met up with some his friend and gone bar-hopping to celebrate his newly found “freedom”. He was so drunk he couldn’t hold himself up. His friends had to help him get back to his apartment. Once inside, they threw him on the couch. Laughing, they bid him good luck and left him in his apartment to return to the bars.
Jeff slept for an hour on the couch before being awoken by a sudden heaving urge in his stomach. He rolled off the couch, crushing his cardboard box coffee table, knocking his laptop onto the floor. Jeff stumbled into his bathroom and managed to make it to the toilet where he let loose the entire contents of his stomach.
Jeff couldn’t help the tears in his eyes from the stinging sensation in his nose. He merely hovered his head in the toilet just above the water and reached up with his left hand to flush it all away. With great effort, he stood up and turned the sink on. After cleaning himself up, Jeff felt a lot better. He was still kind of drunk and already had a headache, but he wasn’t nauseas.
Making his way across the living room, he noticed he knocked his laptop on the floor. Cursing to himself, he hoped it was okay. He picked up and sat down on his couch with the computer on his lap. Opening it up, he inspected the screen and found no damage.
Then, without much thought, Jeff opened up his email. He couldn’t help but wonder if this girl was really Katelyn. She had cited the exact comment he left her. So it had to at least be someone who went to the site. Jeff’s heart skipped a beat when he saw one new message in his inbox. When he opened it, it was from her.
He eagerly read the email, “Jeff, I’m sorry I haven’t replied! I have been very busy disciplining my little slaves. They’ve been very naughty as of late. Anyway, I’m very interested in meeting you. I’m going to be shooting some new movies and I need a few extras. I pay good! If you’re interested, please just send me your resume and perhaps we can have an interview.
Your Goddess,
Katelyn.”
The drunken Jeff wasted no time replying. He had applied to many jobs before, so he always had his resume set up and ready to go in .PDF form. Attaching it to the email he pushed send. Squinting at the screen, swaying back and forth, he smiled when it confirmed the email was sent. Jeff put the laptop away and went to bed.
---1 Day Before the Shoot
Jeff’s cell phone rang again. He had been blindly pushing ignore. He was not sick, but his headache was incapacitating. About the fourth time the phone rang, he looked at the number, muttering, “Who the fuck is calling me at 7:30 in the goddamn morning?!”
The number was listed as unknown. Confused, Jeff pushed answer and groggily spoke into the phone, “Hello? Who is this?”
“Hello, is this Jeff?” A very pretty voice came from the other side.
Jeff was confused. He recognized the voice, but couldn’t quite place it. Besides, none of the girls he knew would be interested in calling him this early in the morning for pretty much anything.
“Yes…” He replied nervously, “Who is this?”
“Are you ready for that interview?” The voice replied almost excitedly.
Jeff slapped his hand on his forehead and mouthed the word “fuck”. The events of last night came rushing back. He had been so drunk, he found no problem in sending someone who may or may not be the actual Katelyn his job resume. In which was his cell phone number and social security.
“Ummm… I guess so. Right now?” Jeff was getting really nervous. Until the girl on the other end spoke again.
“Yes, right now! Unless you’re no longer interested in working with me. There are many other applicants and I need to beginning shooting tomorrow!” Jeff listened very carefully to the voice, his heart was in his chest now. If this wasn’t Katelyn, who ever was scamming him was damn good at impersonating her. That voice was unmistakable. Ignoring his headache, he jumped out of bed and scrambled for some clothes to wear.
“Yes, I can meet you right now. Where abouts?” Jeff said, trying to normalize his voice so he didn’t sound hungover.
“You can meet me at Sandy’s Café, I’ll be here until 8:00.” With that, she hung up.
Sandy’s Café was right down the street from his apartment. Just a five minute walk. Quickly, he got dressed, brushed his teeth and left the apartment without even eating. He was down the street and at the café five minutes before 8.
Cautiously approaching the café, he began to have doubts again. This was all happening so fast. Not only was he going to meet the Katelyn, but he was going to get paid. It was incredibly convenient after being fired a day ago.
Not seeing any sign of Katelyn, Jeff frowned and took a seat at one of the outside benches. A waitress came over and he ordered a coffee. It didn’t take her long and she came back with it. Jeff took a few sips of it and waited.
Looking around, he began to feel stupid. “What am I doing? Was I really that naïve?” Jeff muttered to himself angrily. He looked at the clock inside the café, it read 8:23 AM.
“Fuck this, I’m out of here.” Dismayed and upset, he began to walk back to his apartment. Along the way, his headache returned with the loss of excitement. Jeff also began to feel a bit sick to his stomach. “I should’ve grabbed something to eat while I was there.”
Climbing the stairs to his apartment he pulled his keys out and noticed his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He felt a deep shiver run through his spine as he suddenly lost fine motor control in his hands, dropping the hot cup of coffee. It hit the ground, knocking the cover off, splashing hot coffee all over the carpeted floors and onto Jeff’s pants. But Jeff was doubled over in so much, he didn’t care about the coffee.
“Ahhh!” He let out a muffled scream, looking to see if anyone was around. There was not. The pain in his gut and head was so intense now, he crumbled to floor and rolled into the fetal position. His vision started to blur as he heard footsteps coming down the hall.
He tried to scream help, but he was in so much pain he couldn’t focus his mind on anything else. A shadowy figure loomed over him and bend down into his face. It was a woman. She had long hair but her face was obscured by Jeff’s failing vision.
A familiar voice rang into his ears, “Good news, Jeff… You got the job.”
Deep in the icy waters of his prison, Jeff’s legs felt like they were tied together, making it nearly impossible for him to swim. His body was having a hard time adjusting to the temperature of the water. He was in shock. The blurry face hovering above, that eerier voice crooning his name, “Good news, Jeff…”, a death knell, was the last thing he remembered.
He had no way of knowing how much time had passed. He had no explanation for the size discrepancy between him and the two girls on the couch, he knew only that his lungs were screaming for air. Desperately, he struggled to move his limbs against their bondage and break the surface. His arms, too, felt like they had been tied off at the elbows. He wildly began flailing them, stretching his fingers and toes, whatever might help push him to the surface. But it seemed even his digits were no longer available for his using. The powerlessness of his position, the driving need for air, these instinctive mechanisms of survival helped to push a dark thought into the back of his head. The feeling in his gut which he could not explain. A inexplicable sense that he was unsuited for his body.
Then it happened.
His brain and nerves worked against him, forcing him against his will to open his mouth and draw in water as if breathing. He was drowning.
But he did not die. He felt no pain. In fact, no water entered his lungs at all. It felt as if it had entered his mouth and passed through a hole in the back of his head. Stranger still, his nerves settled as oxygen filled his blood and replenished the body‘s craving.
Feeling uneasy, Jeff tentatively took another sip of water. The same thing happened. He felt even more relaxed and became even more distressed.
Turning away from the edge of the glass bowl, Jeff noticed he was not alone. There were fish in the bowl. For a moment he grew frightened, afraid the fish might try to eat him at his current size. Then a horrible realization donned on him.
Jeff tried to bring his hands around to his face, but they were still bound to his waist. He tried to bend his abdomen to see his legs, but his body resisted his efforts. That’s when he saw the reflection off the glass.His face was expressionless, his mouth slowly bobbed up and down. But on the inside, an unparalleled terror was ravaging his thoughts. He saw, staring back at him, the reflection of a careless goldfish.
“No.” Was all Jeff could think. “No. No. No.”
Upon hearing muffled giggles from the outside world, Jeff returned his attention to the girls. Katelyn was holding a camera and pointing it at the blonde girl. The girl was talking to the camera, but Jeff couldn’t understand what she saying through water and glass.
Katelyn.
She did this to Jeff. She must have done this to him somehow.
Jeff barely had time to react as the big blonde girl thrust her hand into the bowl. Having a good idea what was coming next, Jeff scattered to join the gathering of other goldfish in the bowl. Her blue painted nails thrashed around almost faster than Jeff could swim. Determined, he nimbly dodged and weaved in between her fingers, avoiding her grasp. Finally, after a tense minute of struggling, she pulled one of the unlucky goldfish out of the bowl. Jeff hurried to the side of the bowl to watch the spectacle unfold before him.
None too gently, she let the goldfish fall to the surface of the glass coffee table. The distressed fish flopped around helplessly, leaving little droplets of water where ever it touched. The girl made a soft moaning sound as she brought her face down to the fish.
To Jeff’s horror, the girl’s gigantic pink tongue came slithering out from between her potty lips. With a wicked smile, she flicked her tongue at the fish, pushing it around, playing with it. Detail was blurred from behind the glass, like staring through the bottom of a cup. But Jeff made no mistaking it when her lip parted and descended upon the hapless creature, engulfing it in its entirety.
Proudly, she lifted her head and opened her mouth wide to the camera lens. She made another moaning and spoke some soft words Jeff could not understand. The suddenly, her hand loomed above the bowl again, and dropped down inside.
Once more Jeff ducked and weaved in between the massive fingers scrambling to capture him or anyone else. The blonde girl was patient, like the most seasoned predator, simply waiting for one of the fish to make a mistake when Jeff separated from the pack.
It was an innocent mistake. Jeff was no accustomed to fins. He could not understand the movement of the others and they simply moved one way when he went the other. This was enough, however, to allow the giant fingers to corner him. With no where to go, the fingers clasped around him.
Pulling hum from beneath the surface, Jeff got his first look at his surroundings outside of the fish bowl. He had been picked up at the base of his tail and was swiftly being brought high above the blond girl’s head. Staring at the girl behind the camera, Jeff watched a sinister grin creep across her face. His blood boiled with anger and his mouth gasped in fear.
He felt a powerful, moist wave of hot air collide with his body. Looking down, he found himself staring into the jaws of the beautiful blonde girl. He saw clearly now the immensity of her size compared to him. The poor fish she extracted from the bowl earlier was still inside her mouth, resting on her gigantic tongue. Jeff could not tell if it was covered in spit or if it was the scaled glistening in the light.
The lips closed and the girl spoke softly, “Look at your friend.”
Jeff could smell her breath as she spoke to him. Was it smell? Or some other sense? He didn’t know, but it was faint with mint and fish. Her colossal lips parted again, this time wider, revealing her teeth and tongue once more.
She stuck her wet tongue out of her mouth, which only made her maw appear wider and all consuming. Jeff could see everything in stunning detail, the bubbles of frothy saliva lining her tongue and teeth, the glossy shine on her teeth extended as far back as her molars, the veins and taste buds on her tongue, and deeper in her mouth, her tongue dropped below into her throat, where there was no coming back from.
After a few short moments revealing her pink prison to her new captive, she once again closed her mouth, sealing the other fish inside. The fish did not fight, it was weak and tired. She brought Jeff, pinched by the tail between her fingers, closer to where she could see him.
“Watch him go.” Her words were soft and cruel, a whisper of death.
Jeff had no choice but to watch. Her lips pursed, her eyes closed, her head tilted, and softly, she swallowed the contents of her mouth. Slowly opening her eyes, breathing deeply with satisfaction, she stared contentedly at Jeff.
Opening her mouth, she let out a hungry sigh. There was nothing inside. No trace could be found that any living thing had been inside her mouth just moments ago.
She laughed as she stuck her tongue out and lowered Jeff closer to her lips. Jeff began to struggle again, but his new body had been weakened by the waterless environment. He could feel the exhaustion throughout his frail frame.
She licked her lips and cooed softly at him. Jeff tried in vein to free himself from her grasp, but even if he managed to do so, where would he go? He could not run. He was just a goldfish to this girl. He wondered if she evened realized what she was doing. Did she know Katelyn had turned a living human being into a fish? The same fish she was about to swallow whole?
The blonde girl’s lips closed and puckered into a kiss. Jeff found himself pressed into their hot embrace. This livened him up as the terror returned anew. He thrust himself violently to and fro to no avail. The girl simply grinned and bit her lip.
“It’s your turn to join your friend… in my belly.”
Jeff was wild with fear. The jaws of hell opened wide to receive him as he was fully placed inside the girl’s humid mouth. Past the supple lips, over the gnashing teeth and placed gently on her soft tongue.
Everywhere he looked, the fleshy red walls of her mouth greeted him. He was peering into the back of her mouth when she stuck her tongue out for the camera. This caused her throat to open up wide, revealing a channel that Jeff would soon be sliding down, marked by the solemn uvula dangling above.
But Jeff was not going quietly. As futile as it may have been, Jeff thrashed his body and tail, tossing himself violently in sporadic directions. As he flopped around in the blonde girl’s mouth, he nearly flung himself down her throat. Jeff’s world shook as his desperate antics inspired giggles to rupture from deep within his captor’s body.
For fear of his escape, the girl closed her mouth and sealed her lips. Jeff was encased in ghostly red, as only the smallest rays of light penetrated her cheeks. Jeff felt her tongue undulate beneath him as it maneuvered his body into the perfection position to send him down. He felt the pitch of her head angle backwards, the pressure her tongue exerted as it pushed to the roof of the mouth, and the cascade of saliva as it rushed to pool in the back of her throat.
Jeff tried to fight once more, but was too tired. His body now belonged to her. Slowly, his slick body slipped down her tongue to where her throat awaited him. All her muscles tightened around Jeff as he fell into her throat.
She swallowed.
Her esophagus grabbed Jeff and began working him down. He had been eaten. He was food. Her powerful muscles had claimed their prize. Jeff was deposited into her stomach a few short seconds later.
He fell through the ceiling and splashed down into a pool of thick gastric juices. He was inside her stomach. The mere thought drove him to near insanity.
“I’m not a fucking fish! I’m not food!” his thoughts racing, panic drove his weary body to thrash about one last time.
The sound of her body processes were organic but oddly mechanical. Her stomach growled at him and moved beneath him like a living animal. The pool of enzymes he’d fallen into was just one of many such pools through out the cavity.
There was no mistaking the burning sensation when it began. Jeff was fully conscious for several minutes while his body was slowly softened up by the beautiful blonde’s stomach acids.