Becca snatched up the bong and took a couple hits in quick succession, then set it back on the table and lay back, relaxing and splaying her legs out. As she thought about the man more and more and how he had rejected her advance, she began to curse the shrinky and make fun of him.

“Who do you think you are, you little perv? Any guy would be lucky to get a piece of this”, she gestured down her body, as if she were displaying herself as a sale item. She was very proud of her bulbous bottom. She continued, “You don’t deserve this.”

She paused for a minute, then took another hit from the bong before continuing. “I should crush you into a bloody pulp. You’re nothing more than a worthless bug to me. You’re so tiny. You’re pathetic.”

The shrunken man stood where she set him, in a transfixed stupor, her berating not generating any response from him. No one, not even her closest friends, with the exception of her mother, knew that there was a dormant dominatrix side to Becca, going back to her early toddler years of playing with dolls. She used to obliterate, mutilate and mangle them, especially the male ones, like her Ken Doll. The closest she came to giving away her sadistic nature was when she wore her skull ring to school.

On the other hand, put into the proper context of food, Becca found the shrunken man’s look and feel and smell delightful. She’d been allowed a  few ‘lumps’ before, when her mother had been gifted leftovers from unfinished boxes, but they’d always been ‘snack-sized’ already by the time she saw them.

With an impish smile, a silly idea formed and took hold in her mind. She popped her gum, smacking her lips on it, then took it out of her mouth. Looking over at the man, she was startled to see that her fluffy Persian cat had jumped onto the coffee table and was approaching the little figure.

“Pickles!”, she shouted, then urgently shooed it away. The cat launched itself backwards, landing on the floor in a disappointed huff and a low growl, than pattered away.

Becca laughed. Then she put the gum back in her mouth, stretching it wide over her tongue. She leaned down over the man.

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Brett’s eyes were still very blurry as he tried to acclimate himself. He was starting to ‘wake’, the girl’s loud yell at her cat reaching into the very depths of his consciousness. He felt a shadow creep over him. Reflexively, he bent down, cowering with his arms up as he felt first a heavy aura above him and then felt a warm, but tainted and smoky breeze of air flow over him.

He realized what had happened and where he was when his world went dark and he was in the humid and moist confines, a large undulating muscle below. He couldn’t move his arms or legs – they were bound by a strong, very sticky material which smelled like bubblegum to him. Under the thin layer of gum, the girl’s tongue was coarse, reminding him of a cat’s tongue, only huge in comparison. Taste buds studded it, they stood up like tiny goosebumps or pimples against his skin.

Becca had picked up the shrinky with her mouth, moving it onto the center of her tongue and cocooning within her gum and coating it in her saliva.

She pinned it’s tiny arms and legs to it’s sides, then, tilting her head back, she bundled it into her throat and swallowed. The little lump flowed without obtrusion down her smooth neck, her laryngeal prominence bobbing and marking it’s point of no return, and down past and below her breasts into her tummy. “Mmm, my favorite”, she exclaimed as she swallowed, “bubble-yum.”

She realized she didn’t even know the man’s name. In the whole time since she’d first noticed him looking down upon her from his apartment until now, the man had not spoken more than a few hellos and very brief small talk. Unlike the man, she had lived most of her life in the complex. “Welcome to the neighborhood”, she mocked.

After she had eaten the man, Becca reclined further on the sofa and took another hit from the bong. She exhaled a breath of smoke in a long sigh. Her body had undergone some changes in the last couple minutes. Her face was flushed, her crotch damp, and her nipples had gotten as hard as tacks. As the fingers from one hand tweaked the nipple on her left breast, the fingers on her right hand dipped towards her crotch, she was feeling particularly kinky. The act of consuming someone that she herself had shrunk down, she found to be a delicious turn-on. She had found the experience extremely erotic and a carnal lust crept into her consciousness. Perhaps she might coerce other boys, those she deemed naughty like the man she’d just eaten, to come back to her apartment. A couple schoolmates came to mind immediately. A fit of the giggles hit her and warred with her feelings of lust. She felt a fluttering in her belly as the little man had just gotten free of his sticky bindings and began to move about. Becca was about to experience her first voregasm.

Two days later

“Hey Snirt”, said Becca’s mother, Francine, when she arrived home two days later, setting her purse down on the counter. The nickname was a twist on the name Squirt, for, like her mother, Becca was known to snort her share of cocaine from time to time, when her mother could confiscate a sampling of it on a drug bust operation (after shrinking down the dealers, of course). “Anything eventful happen while I was gone?”

“Nope. Not really”, Becca responded, not looking up from her Vogue magazine. She had discharged the waste from the unexpected snack from her system the previous evening, though some residue of him remained within her system, converted to a tiny amount of nutrients which had spread to the fatty tissue on her developing love handles as well as a bit to her budding breasts.

She decided she would get around to telling her about the shrunken man a little later. More important things demanded her attention just then.

The End