So easy. Like swallowing a very small pill. So eager was the first snack to be consumed that she had streamlined herself and facilitated the quick and effortless slide down Penelope's throat. It had taken Penelope weeks of work, steady and unrelenting assault on the psyche of the tiny woman that had once been her coworker, but it had finally paid off. Penelope had finally gotten someone to walk willingly into her mouth, and then down her throat.

Penelope almost regretted how quickly it had ended, but the audience of one made it worth it.

Sitting on her bare stomach in the sweltering summer heat, a second snack that had once been a coworker watched in stunned horror as Penelope enjoyed her snack. He'd only been in Penelope's possession for a few hours, and most of that had been spent towering over Penelope at a statuesque six-three, so when he woke up less-than-three, he'd reacted with the expected panic, confusion, and horror one would expect. Seeing someone he'd known, someone who'd been reported as missing for weeks, calmly and joyfully slide down Penelope's throat, however, had stunned him into silence.

"Here, you don't want to miss this opportunity…" Penelope said as she lay her hand down onto her second snack.

Once, Penelope had bought a stethoscope, and used it to listen to her food's final moments inside her. The barely audible weeping, the screams of rage and indignation, the begging for release, all of it made the experience so much better, so much more stimulating. Although she didn't expect her most recent snack to be as lively, it still would be a good chance for the next to hear his imminent fate.

While she couldn't hear the woman in her gut, she could feel her, and from the squirming under her palm, Penelope guessed her latest snack could hear his former coworker through Penelope's stomach. Penelope almost envied him, pinned beneath her palm, against her abdomen, reveling in the heat and sweat and sounds coming from Penelope's stomach. Still, Penelope wasn't too distraught, his writhing against her, and her snack's writhing inside her was doing quite a bit for her. Penelope’s other hand managed to slip under the band of her underwear, the only clothing she wore, laying on her bed.

She let a shuddering breath escape her lungs as she began to play with herself, pinning her second snack to her stomach even firmer. As the squirming inside her diminished, and the squirming against her intensifying, Penelope increased her fingers speed against her clit. She sighed as she slid her fingers inside.

Working her fingers faster and faster inside herself, Penelope almost lost the sensation of her snacks both internal and external, but as she managed to bring herself to climax, she clenched her hand around her most recent acquisition, almost crushing the tiny man in her grasp as her toes curled in pleasure. The creak of his bones in her fingers felt so good, Penelope wondered if she could hear the strain her grip put on his body above her own deep groan of release.

For a moment, Penelope laid back on the couch, her legs stretched out over the arm, the hand not holding her snack fell free from her waistband and hung by the side of the couch as she let her breathing and heart rate slow back down. She chuckled to herself as the euphoria from the orgasm relaxed her limbs and made her crave more food. She lifted her head up and brought her newest snack up to conversation level.

"Wasn't that amazing?" Penelope asked gleefully. "She just walked right in! How about you? Wanna take the plunge down after her? I'm still hungry!"

"What? No!" he screamed back. "You're fucking crazy! I'll never do that!"

"Really? You wouldn't give yourself to me?" Penelope asked, feigning hurt feelings. "You wouldn't be nice and still and slide down my throat whole like the good lil' snaccie that you are?"

"No! I'm not your 'snaccie' and I'm not going to put myself in your mouth!" he shrieked.

"Oh? You'll never go down willingly? Not ever?" Penelope asked, unable to hide her smile.

"Never!" the snack pinched between her fingertips shouted back.

"Well…have it your way." Penelope laughed.

The brief look of dawning horror and realization was almost worth the back talk as Penelope pushed him into her lips. The brief sensation of his body squirming against her lips was almost as rewarding as feeling him inside her, but Penelope knew better was yet to come.

With a slow and steady pressure, Penelope's fingers shoved him into her lips, forcing his body into her mouth in a painful and unforgiving manner. She felt a leg bend, then snap, but by that point his head had already been shoved behind her lips and his scream was reduced to a pleasant buzzing in her teeth. It was barely a few seconds before only an arm, grasping at the air, remained outside her mouth. Penelope smiled and let her tongue slide under him, and pull his arm inside, sealing him in her mouth.

"'emember, 'ou chose this!" Penelope said around her snack.

It took almost no effort to slide the morsel between her molars and bite down. The very brief resistance gave way to a crunch and a savory spread through her mouth. Another bite and a softer crunch. The screaming had stopped entirely after the second bite, but Penelope kept chewing. The crunching diminished into a chewy squish that developed in flavor as she continued to chew and chew. By the time she swallowed, her snack had been reduced to nothing but a wet paste of savory, slightly metallic goo. The gulp was even easier than her previous snack, slipping down into her stomach with unprecedented ease.

Penelope sighed and let her head lay back against the couch. The taste of her snacks quickly fading, the sensation of movement in her core gone, and a cooling breeze washing over her skin as the setting summer sun cast the room in a brilliant orange glow made for a serene setting. Her breathing slowed and she picked up her phone from the coffee table to make one note before letting sleep claim her.

"Next year…" she mumbled as she typed. "Get three."