Sophia checked herself out in the mirror again, impatiently awaiting her to-visitor’s arrival. Her long blonde hair hung past her shoulders, and her second favorite Adam Gaurleuax dress hung off her shoulders. She liked the way the bright floral colors made her light blue eyes stand out, how it hugged her body. The blonde wasn’t nearly as curvaceous as her sister was, but she knew how to use what she had. It also helped the dress was an easy way to flaunt how much money she had.

Once she was done double checking her outfit, she stepped out of the bathroom while carefully not touching anything inside. The hotels she preferred rented rooms out for the price of this hotel’s entire floor, but she’d found that those hotels made her toys nervous on arrival. Somehow anonymous hookups were more at ease in fleabag hotels.

Knowing they weren’t going to stay, Sophia rented the rooms, touched as little as possible, and sanitized her hands on the way out. More than once she’d been tempted to buy the place later simply to have it demolished.

Her phone buzzed, and she checked it on her smart watch. Sophia spoke into the expensive piece of hardware, then made sure she was waiting by the door. Less than a minute later came a soft triplet of knocks, and Sophia opened it.

The door swung open on squeaky hinges to reveal her to-date’s arrival. Sophia let out a small sigh of relief; even though she’d seen pictures of Helena and they had spoken briefly she was still relieved to know she hadn’t been catfished. It had happened once before and that man had met an even more undignified end than his lowly station, and most of her other hookups, deserved.

No one tricks Sophia LeGrand. He’d been good barbecued.

Tonight’s toy, Helena was several inches shorter than Sophia which only solidified the rich girl’s opinion of the brown-haired girl. Sophia had been born into a life of luxury, and her parents had never done anything to disabuse her of the notion that she was better than others simply by being born with more money than most people ever earned. When Tiny Tinder had been invented, the six-foot tall heiress had been thrilled.

Here was yet another way to let people know how much better than them she was! And now they even came directly to her, as unknowing volunteers. It was far more satisfying than abusing the house staff.

The brown-haired new arrival stammered out a greeting nervously, and Sophia put on her best fake smile and ushered the girl in. It was hard to tell how old Helena was, but Sophia knew she was older than this obviously naïve girl. Who else would meet someone at this type of hotel?

Helena was certainly a good match for Sophia; neither women had large breasts, though Helena had a thinner midsection that made hers seem more prominent. Somehow Helena was both mildly pretty and surprisingly non-descript. The kind of face that faded into the background quickly, which only suited Sophia’s purposes.

“So, um,” Helena said as she sat her purse on the bed and looked around somewhat nervously, “You know that thing I—”

“Shhh,” Sophia said, letting the door close and pushing the smaller girl against the faded wallpaper next to the bed. Helena couldn’t help but giggle nervously. “I’ll give you what you want,” she continued, knowing what she was doing. Her toys all responded well to her show of authority.

She’d give Helena what she wanted, of course. It was simply another form of domination for Sophia; after manipulating Helena’s body in ways that the other woman would barely believe, Helena would then shrink for Sophia. Who would extract her own pleasure from the shrunken woman, far beyond anything they’d already agreed upon.

Simple tough insertion? Please.

It was a formula that Sophia had perfected. At first it irked her to think of giving someone of such lowly birth pleasure. Then she realized it was just another way to own them. To give them pleasure moments before destroying their lives as they knew it. All for something they’d agreed to.

If Helena was lucky, she’d be able to stumble away from this encounter with a newfound paranoia of anyone who was taller than her and a fear of meeting strangers on the internet. If she wasn’t lucky, which Sophia much preferred, she’d be fighting the walls of Sophia’s colon until she suffocated and was passed out tomorrow morning with today’s dinner.

Sophia was largely unaware of any escapees; not only did she rarely let her shrunken ‘dates’ be toughened, they usually escaped by crawling out of her sphincter after she was done with a marathon masturbation session and already asleep. Luckily for them, on those days she’d chosen their homes to sleep over in, otherwise they’d have spent their days wandering her massive home at two inches tall. Until a housekeeper took them home as a tip.

“Okay,” Helena breathed out, a little overwhelmed by the taller woman’s presence but eager to begin. She knew what Sophia wanted to do, and while it wasn’t what she usually enjoyed she was more than willing to try it.

Some other time, Helena told herself as the taller blonde stepped back from her. Even if Helena didn’t mind mixing business with pleasure she wasn’t sure that Sophia was her type. The blonde had a powerful presence, but under that amazing dress she could tell Sophia wasn’t very curvaceous and she was a little too pale for her. As she thought she redoubled her effort to maintain her nervous smile.

Sophia, knowing she was getting what she wanted, took a step back and pulled out her phone. They’d already agreed on their first shrinking act, so she simply clicked the bright red ‘Shrink!’ button. Before she forgot she tossed her phone on the bed.

“Get naked,” she told Helena, who nodded and reached for the bottom of her shirt.

Then the familiar sensation of shrinking overtook Sophia’s body and she closed her eyes. It was too disorienting to watch the world grow around her, though she’d tried several times. Even though she technically owned a theme park she’d never been able to tolerate roller coasters either. Moments later she felt her dress around her like a tent, and at her size it was easy to push her way through one of the arm holes.

Sophia had spent her whole life manipulating people; it was her one true skill. Even when tiny she knew how to do it best, which was why she only ever agreed to be shrunken down to one foot tall. For those she matched with on the app it was an odd novelty that they wanted to try out. For Sophia it was a way to shrink and still maintain some power.

No one ever anticipated how many tender spots could be expertly massaged by a willing and knowledgeable foot-tall shrunken girl. It was tiring but surprisingly fun to push her entire arm into someone’s steaming hot snatch to massage their most sensitive areas. By the time her skilled hands pulled out of her hookups’ holes they were more than willing to shrink for her in return. And of course they’d trust her if they weren’t super-tough. With those skilled hands there was no way she could hurt them.

I think I’m gonna eat this one, Sophia thought as she got free of her dress. I haven’t fried one up in ages.

She smiled as she remembered the last time she’d tossed a tiny in a pan with some butter and lemon-pepper seasoning. Very few people realized that even non-toughened tinies could survive the cooking process.

Her mind was so focused on the horrors she was going to put Helena through that she didn’t notice the now-giant woman was still dressed. Not at all undressed as she’d been told to do. It didn’t even occur to her that Helena wouldn’t automatically obey.

Helena rolled her eyes and dropped the act as soon as Sophia started shrinking. The first few times she’d been with someone on Tiny Tinder she’d been fascinated by the act of shrinking, but it was old news to her now. She saw it several times a day. Pretending to be the shy, easily commanded pawn of what was obviously a sexual predator hadn’t been very exciting for her.

As predators go, Helena had Sophia beat by several orders of magnitude.

The brown-haired young woman cracked her neck briefly, then pulled several wires and a small box out of her purse. Just as her shrunken prize began to yell in a comically-expectant tone of authority, Helena used the wires to connect her phone to Sophia’s. When a tiny hand smacked on her calf, Helena simply picked up the doll-sized woman and dropped her on the bed. Sophia’s body language and tone told her she was confused, and that was fine with Helena, who turned and sat gently on the woman, feeling her struggling form through her thin black leggings.

Not long after it started working, her phone beeped, and Helena tapped several icons to find her preset conditions. She thought briefly to recall what her order required, then selected the appropriate setting. As she felt the struggling blonde under her backside begin to shrink again she stood, careful not to harm her now-fragile product.

From her purse she produced a small Tupperware container and the little blonde woman on the bed finally overcame her denial of the situation. It was funny to watch her run on the bedspread, obviously trying hard but not really gaining any distance. Helena gently scooped the half-inch tall tiny into the container then put it into her purse, immediately following it up with her and Sophia’s phone.

The room looked abandoned but for a bright floral dress on the floor where a careless tenant may have overlooked it before checking out.

***

Helena stated the price of the box again, for her own benefit. It was hard to believe someone was willing to spend this much money on a box of expendables, but then again who was she to ask questions? Over the past several months she and her partner had made a killing off pedaling tiny, naïve toys to less-than-scrupulous characters and she knew that people were willing to spend a lot of money where tinies were involved.

“I heard you the first time,” Maria said, barely restraining herself from rolling her brown eyes. She enjoyed working with Helena as much as she enjoyed working with anyone who wasn’t literally on her parent’s payroll to make life a constant vacation for her. But she was smart enough to know Helena was the only supplier of one of her favorite things.

Which was why she was counting out cash like…like…Some bank person, she thought, thoroughly annoyed.

Helena watched the dark-haired woman count the bills out. It was obvious that her manicured hands rarely dealt with anything requiring dexterity; she’d had to start over twice. The woman was curvy in all the right places, always looked pouty, had long dark hair, and a tan that stuck around year long. In short, she was obviously loaded. And since Maria had so far been worth a third of the money Helena had made recently, she was worth putting up with.

Frustrated, Maria just put down the stack of bills on the table. Before the wind could blow away the small fortune, Helena put a finger on top of the stack while Maria reached for the shoebox that Helena had put on the picnic table.

“Just keep it all,” Maria said as her eyes lit up for the first time today as she peeked inside the box. She was fast so that the sleeping gas inside didn’t all leak out like it had the first time.

Helena’s eyes opened wide and she started to protest. She was stunned. Maria had just absentmindedly tossed her three times what she’d been asked to pay, all because she was too annoyed by the act of counting money. It was an effort to not shake her head.

“You sure?” she asked Maria again, though the rich girl was already standing up. Her fishnet stockings and short leather shorts were an odd style choice for such a windy day but Helena wasn’t going to say anything.

“Yeah, yeah,” Maria said as she shook her head, trying to get her long black hair to stop blowing in front of her face. Giving up after a moment she gingerly picked up the box and started walking to her car. It wasn’t a far walk, the park was fairly small, and by the time Helena had stuffed the wad of cash in her purse Maria was already shutting the door on her silver-blue Road Roamer.

“Unbelievable,” Helena said aloud as the woman drove off, her car louder than many motorcycle gangs. “Most self-centered person I’ve ever met.”

That didn’t stop her from creating an appointment to meet her again next week, of course. An even bigger order? Helena didn’t mind that at all.

***

Sophia awoke several hours later. There was a lingering smell in the air that she didn’t like; even remembering the scent made her feel lightheaded. She had been laying on a surprisingly smooth surface and the act of standing was difficult, as though she had fallen at her father’s private ice rink. Someone offered her their hand and she took it; so confused that she didn’t even think about what low-level work that hand may have done.

“Careful,” the dark-haired man said as he helped her stand. “The glass is slippery as hell.”

“The what?” Sophia asked as she straightened before jerking away from him. “What are you doing! Get away from me!”

“Hey! Hey!” another voice said from behind her, this one a calmer woman’s voice.

The speaker caught Sophia as she slipped on the ground, helping her to straighten up as she realized that she, too, was naked. And that there was a breast touching her arm. Sophia jerked away again, more careful this time to not fall.

“We’re all naked, I know it’s weird,” said the other woman as she pulled her hands off of Sophia. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

“Someone shrank then gassed us,” the man said as he looked around and gestured. Bashfully, he asked, “Don’t suppose you met up with somebody named Devan?”

All around them was a crowd of people, most awakening as Sophia had. Confused, scared, and naked. Sophia spared the crowd a moment’s gaze, then her eyes tracked upward. They widened and she gasped as she realized where they were. Her hands covered her mouth as she gasped in horror.

Maria finished wrapping her hair in a towel and pulled on her bathrobe. One glance in the mirror told her that she was still a maiden that men would trip over to see, and she hummed happily to herself as she walked out into her room. Her workout had gone very well and so far she was happy with the results her trainer was getting her, though it had been hard for her to admit she wasn’t perfect in the first place. If he hadn’t looked like Steve Ryder…

“Too bad he’s not interested in a tip,” she said to herself as she comically groped her C-cups. Unlike her sister, she had curves to spare, though she was a little jealous of her sister’s height.

“What’s on tonight?” the giantess spoke aloud as the crowd watched her approach. The black-haired goddess sat on the couch they’d all noticed minutes ago, and every man there was suddenly conscious of their growing erections. Even at their size, not knowing what was happening, they had to appreciate how beautiful that woman was. She was an ambulatory mountain that could have modeled the bathrobe she was wearing.

“Maria!” Sophia yelled at the top of her lungs, waving her arms. Though she was visible through the side of the clear glass cereal bowl, she was both too small and too far away for her sister to notice her. Even if she’d been paying attention; while Sophia screamed for help her sister was flipping channels until she found a show where some plebeians were competing for a paltry hundred-thousand dollars.

“You know her?” the man who’d helped her initially asked, rapidly growing more alarmed.

“That’s my sister!” Sophia said as a crowd on the planet-sized television started cheering.

Then everyone in the bowl screamed as Maria leaned forward without taking her eyes off the television. No one noticed one pert breast fall free from her robe. Maria certainly wasn’t concerned about it as she grabbed her bowl of snacks and leaned back on the couch. Her food was barely on her mind, beyond trying not to shake the bowl too hard. She’d learned that lesson after her first purchase and the tinies weren’t nearly as satisfying if they weren’t moving.

Sophia scrambled to her knees, then climbed to her feet by pushing the other woman down. Ignoring the other woman’s shout she looked up at her sister, hundreds of feet above. She waved her hands again and screamed “Maria!” at her younger sister.

Of course she’ll see me! Sophia thought, unable to even entertain the thought that she wasn’t going to get out of this ridiculous situation just fine.

“Maria!”

Then a massive yet dainty hand scooped into the bowl, grabbing three screaming people from the far side.

“Oh shit!” a man’s voice called out as the hand rapidly retreated.

Idly, Maria tossed one of the tinies into her mouth as the contestant on the television correctly guessed the price of a new car.

“Pocket change!” Maria yelled before she started chewing. The tiny exploded in a crunchy, salty sensation that no other food could match. Another tiny followed, and this one she tucked under her tongue to let it get good and covered with saliva. Once she felt it was wet enough she tossed the third tiny into the air like a piece of popcorn.

Sophia watched, horrified, as Maria threw the third tiny into the air. Her sister leaned her head back, caught the screaming person on her tongue, then swallowed hard with a giggle. A massive hand traced her victim’s path down her throat, and Sophia heard a satisfied ‘hmm’ from her sister.

“I hope they all kick like that.”

The crowd in the bowl exploded. Sophia joined them, now sure her sister wouldn’t see her and rescue her. Terrified, she tried to climb the sides of the glass bowl but it was simply too steep and slippery. She fell backward onto someone she didn’t see, and while she rolled down to the flat bottom something massive bumped her shoulder.

“No!” she screamed before she realized Maria’s finger had only brushed her while she scooped up more tinies. Someone else had gotten hit harder; Sophia turned and ran as a short redheaded woman yelled for her to help, one suddenly deformed leg keeping her from standing.

The woman’s scream suddenly receded into the distance and Sophia couldn’t help but look. Far above Maria’s other hand had daintily picked up the screaming redhead.

“You’re ruining my show,” Maria said to the wounded woman before tossing her into her mouth. A moment later she tilted her other hand toward her mouth and the other dozen tinies she’d picked up tumbled in.

Tucking her squirming half-inch treats into her cheek for now, Maria pulled them out one by one with her tongue. The first got sent straight down her throat, and the next two found their demise by way of her molars. All the while Maria enjoyed the taste like she would any other candy, idly toying with several with her tongue before smashing them into salty gooey goodness.

On the television someone won a new kitchen set. In Maria’s mouth a schoolteacher lost her leg to an incisor while an accountant’s eardrums exploded when Maria pushed her against the roof of her mouth and sucked on her not-very-gently.

When her cheek was empty she tore her eyes from the television long enough to pick out three more treats. The first got tossed into the air again and she leaned her head back to catch him. Instead of landing smoothly on her tongue, the tiny man bounced right off of it and into her throat.

“Glurk!” Maria tried to say as her snack briefly choked her. She leaned forward quickly, careful not to spill her bowl, and grabbed a half-full glass of water off the coffee table. Two quick gulps cleared the obstruction and moments later the tickling in her stomach intensified.

“Oh, right!” Maria said far above Sophia, as though she’d forgotten something. Sophia watched through tear filled eyes as Maria leaned forward and picked up a pill packet from the table. The plastic ripped easily and her massive sister dumped several pills onto her hand. Another gulp of water sent the pills, and two more tinies, into her stomach.

“What was that?” a woman screamed next to Sophia, near insane with terror.

“A strong antacid and a few lightup pills,” said another woman right next to her. “I was an exploratory micro-surgeon, that was a standard pre-op pack.”

The former surgeon looked at Sophia with resignation in her eyes. She knew what was coming.

“It lets us move through a digestive system for hours before the acid would kill us.”

Then the bowl shifted as Maria tilted it to the side.

“I swear I bought more,” Maria said as she shook the bowl gently. The rest of the half inchers tumbled to the bottom of the impromptu crater, perhaps twenty remained.

Then the commercial break was over and she was laughing at a man who clearly had no idea how to roll a pair of fuzzy dice across a craps board. As she laughed Sophia watched several more tinies disappear into Maria’s gaping maw. The lucky ones got chewed. Most didn’t. Tiny spots of blood spotted Maria’s massive lips.

Twenty minutes later, after Maria impressed herself with her restraint, there was only one tiny left.

“No! No!” Sophia screamed as her more tan, more pretty, and more petty sister narrowed her eyes on her. The bowl rocketed upward in Maria’s hands.

“Definitely getting more next time,” Maria said to herself as she picked up the bowl. Her show was almost over, and she was already out of snacks. It wasn’t her fault they were so delicious that she ate them too quickly! Even the ones she didn’t chew gave off a wonderful flavor before being swallowed, and the feeling of her food still moving in her stomach was fulfilling in a way she’d never experienced anywhere else.

“Like pop rocks!” she said, her thoughts shifting to candy.

“Maria!” Sophia screamed desperately as the bowl started to tilt toward her sister’s mouth, “Maria! It’s me!”

Her voice went hoarse and tears streamed down her face as she slid down the side of the bowl. Warm air with a metallic scent flooded over her. For a final, desperate moment the higher edge of the bowl curved slightly inward (to catch milk) and Sophia tried to use that suddenly different edge to at least throw herself to her death rather than be eaten.

Maria must have seen that trick before.

The bowl shook slightly and Sophia was pitched outward. There was a final faint scream, which Maria almost heard over an announcer’s voice describing the final prize of the show, then the massive lips sealed out all light.

Sobbing, Sophia crawled on her hands and knees, knowing each bump under her body was a taste bud. That each wet spot was either her sister’s saliva or the bloody remnants of those who had already been consumed. For a moment there was a blinding light ahead of her, then the massive tongue bucked under her.

“Please no!” she screamed as she reached for the light, impossibly far away.

Her last tiny went down the hatch as easily as they all had, though Maria had been tempted to let this one crawl around on her tongue for longer. They tasted great, but she’d already gotten all the flavor out of that one. With a sigh she leaned back and started flipping through the channels again, looking for something else that would keep her entertained for longer than thirty seconds.

“Definitely getting more next time,” she said as she felt her stomach tingle pleasantly. “Maybe I’ll get bigger ones,” Maria thought idly as she found a dating show that she had half-followed for this season. “Ooh, perfect!”

Sophia screamed. She screamed the entire length of her sister’s esophagus. Screamed until she was hoarse. Then she dropped through an open space and landed in the heat of a sauna, mixed with the scent of a thousand nail parlors next to a sewage plant.

“No!” she screamed out again, her throat burning with the effort of breathing. The air itself stung her eyes, and a slush of fluid was making her ankles tingle.

All around her people were crying. Screaming. Holding each other. There was a bright light from two of the pills, making the inside of the stomach look almost like a rave.

“We’ve got another couple of hours,” said the surgeon, who was holding her left arm gingerly; she’d broken it in the fall. “Then the antacid wears out and,” she waved vaguely at everyone, her face forlorn and resigned, “this nightmare ends.”

“Unless she eats something sugary,” she added as Sophia teetered on the edge of a panic attack. “That’ll start up some gastric reflexes and-“

As she spoke more debris fell from above.

Sophia screamed as she recognized the outer shell of an M&M.

Maria tossed another tiny candy piece into the air and swallowed it whole with a smile. Then she took a dainty sip of wine and made herself comfortable on the couch. Her stomach was tingling pleasantly, and she smiled knowing what was happening inside of her. She was putting the plebeians to good use.

“Definitely more next time,” Sophia heard a distant voice say as the tingling around her ankles turned to burning.