Shrink Note (Part
I)
by
the Wolf
Commissioned by Conn
Chris stared down at the tiny female
figure standing on the desk in his dorm room, nervous anticipation surging
through him. Ever since he’d found the book and discovered its powers in his
first experiments, he’d dreamed of a moment like this. But now, seeing her
there naked and trembling, he had a moment of worry that it might not work as
it always had before.
The girl was a slim-framed brunette
freshman named Dawn that shared his Calculus I class. As a sophomore at the
university, Chris had been more than willing to answer a few questions she had
during their first classes together. They never really hung out, but chatted
before and after class on occasion. She was a nice girl and her petite body
often featured in a few of Chris’s more interesting fantasies in his room at
night. Something about the perky face and breasts just made her seem so…
edible. And when he’d discovered all the things the book could do, she seemed
to be a perfect final test.
As he stood naked in his room and looked
at her cowering there on his desk, most escape attempts completely run out of
her, he had a moment of concern. What if the book didn’t work for the second
part like it did with all the harmless experiments? What if she was really gone
once he was done? He didn’t want to hurt anyone, just wanted to have fun with
her and enjoy all those feelings. Having already shrunk her down to six inches
tall though, it was a little too late to second guess now.
Dawn let out a little yelp as Chris
scooped her up with a single hand, his fingers gently feeling over the soft
skin of her tiny body and brushing over her breasts. Actually holding a tiny
girl in his palm, he could feel arousal starting to stir, especially as he
thought about what was coming next. His other hand slipped down automatically
to his groin as he lifted her up to his lips and opened his mouth wide.
Wriggling and fighting in his grip, Dawn
screamed out loud, but it came out as barely a tinny squeak to full-sized ears.
Before he could second-guess anything, Chris popped her shrunken body into his
mouth, past his lips and minding his teeth so the only barely brushed her. As
he slowly sealed his lips shut, he could feel her thrashing around in there,
his cheeks bulging with every little shift, punch, and kick. His tongue slowly
began to roll her around, and Chris moaned at the taste of the delicious girl
in his mouth. For several long moments he moved her about and sucked gently at
her skin, feeling rock hard as the flavor and feel of her squirming inside
exceeded any fantasy he’d ever had.
Breathing hard through his nose, he began
to feel that the little female morsel in his mouth was ready for the next phase
as she slipped around more easily on his tongue. A moment ago he might have
been tempted to just pull her out and stop, but with the exquisite taste and
the feel of her wiggling in there, he had to feel her all the way down. Lining
her up on his tongue as he felt some of her energy diminishing, Chris tipped
his head back and felt the little feet slip into his throat. There was a fresh
round of thrashing about inside, but it was useless now as he swallowed hard
around her. For a moment as she slipped in, Dawn was a difficult lump to get
down, the feeling bigger than he’d anticipated in his neck. With a few more
gulps though, he felt her slipping down past his neck and into his chest.
It was amazing feeling her writhe all the
way through his gullet. He’d have to see if the notebook could do anything to
make it a little easier to get something down, but at the moment, the sensation
as she struggled the entire length made him pant. Chris licked his lips, hoping
to get another taste of her as he stood and stroked himself, feeling her inch
her way to his stomach. Then suddenly, he felt her slip completely inside.
The rubbing, squirming feeling inside his
belly as Dawn reached his stomach sent Chris over the edge of pleasure. And
orgasm rocked through his entire body from his balls out through his cock,
every nerve tingling in that familiar pleasure made new again by the sensation
and the knowledge. He’d actually swallowed a delicious girl whole, and she was
squirming in his stomach right now. His other hand rubbed his belly lightly,
feeling her move in there as the incredible climax finished.
For only a moment, Chris basked in the
afterglow and the feel of her inside, but he knew he should probably hurry.
Wiping himself clean on a cloth in the closet, he pulled the small, leather
bound notebook from its hiding place and quickly opened it to the active page.
He looked at the note from earlier that evening.
10:45
PM Dawn shrinks to 6” tall maintaining her proportions. Her clothes do not
shrink.
Chris pulled out a pen and checked the
clock. He’d spent a bit of time catching her, getting her to the desk, and
deciding whether or not to go through with it. It was almost midnight. He had
to work fast.
11:59
PM Dawn is asleep safe in her dorm room bed at her normal size and proportions.
No recollection of being shrunk or eaten. Remembers going back to her dorm
room.
He set down the pen with seconds to
spare. As the clock turned to 11:59 exactly, his stomach suddenly felt empty,
and Chris was ravenous. He hoped that meant that it had worked and really hoped the memory alteration
worked. It was the first time he’d tried to do anything like that with the
book.
As he was thinking about what might
happen if it didn’t work and how he needed to hit the snack machine downstairs
in the dormitory, the clock flipped to midnight exactly. He watched as all the
words written in the notebook faded away to reveal clean white pages. A little
whistle escaped him. The way the book seemed to work, if everything was
successful, he’d have to have girls for lunch, not a late dinner.
A weight lifted from Chris’s chest when
he saw Dawn walking into the calculus class the next morning as though nothing
had happened. The instructor hadn’t arrived yet and Dawn took the usual seat
next to Chris, yawning as she set her bag down. There was no indication that
she remembered anything, so he decided to test the waters a bit.
“Hey, Dawn,” he said, “How goes it?”
“Hi, Chris. Fine. Didn’t sleep great last
night, so I may want to check your notes later, see if I miss anything.”
So far so good. Still he wondered… “Heh. Party a little too hard?” he asked, trying to sound
casual.
“Oh nothing like that, it’s only
Wednesday! I just…” Looking at him, Dawn suddenly seemed the slightest bit
embarrassed. “Some weird dreams. Nothing that interesting. Really.”
As the instructor entered, the students
settled. Finals were just a couple weeks away and most of the classroom was
focused on soaking up the current week’s information before beginning next
week’s review sessions. As talk of theory and equations filled the room, Chris
found his mind wandering unbidden to what came after finals. Despite attempting
to focus and take decent notes, the knowledge that the notebook seemed to work
flawlessly opened all sorts of possibilities.
He never knew where the leather bound
notebook had come from. Chris had simply found it one day during his freshman
year in some bushes along a campus path and picked it up. At the time, it was
empty and had no name or other information, so he’d simply kept it as another
resource for taking notes. When after the first day, anything he’d written in
the notebook had vanished, he began trying to figure out what it was. Over
time, he discovered that writing in a particular notation could change physical
properties of almost anything around him with the right description and a time.
The time seemed to be important, because at midnight every night, the notebook
cleared itself. And he’d learned that before that time, he could just make a
new note to alter something again, return it to its former state, even bring
back something destroyed, but at that exact moment, any changes became
permanent. Chris had no idea why the notebook worked that way, but he knew how
it worked and after last night, that it worked perfectly on people too.
Now his mind was brimming with ideas for
the upcoming week off. While other students were heading home or going off for
road trips, he had already planned to stay in the dorm, maybe catch up on some
reading. After confirming what the notebook could do, Chris had no plans to be
there alone. He didn’t yet know who he’d have, but he had to stock himself up
with enough real food and at least a few tasty shrunken girls to enjoy. He
would feel guilty about the idea, but after seeing that Dawn was just fine,
with only a few dream-like impressions of the night, he couldn’t see the harm.
He just had to select carefully so as not to ruin anyone’s vacation or arouse
any suspicions.
Chris pulled his mind back to the
instructor’s scribbles on the board at the front of the class. He still needed
to pass the final, and there would be plenty of time to find the appropriate
morsels when he wasn’t trying to focus and take notes. As an added bonus, in
the next two weeks, he knew he might be able have Dawn again as a snack or
another random treat or two as time permitted.
It was at a football game the next
weekend that Chris was finally struck with inspiration. He wasn’t much of a
sports fan most times, but watching the drill team was always enjoyable if a
group of people were going to the game. No one knew that every time he watched
them, he dreamed of having them all to himself. Just an entire squad of tiny
cheerleaders that he could gulp down one by one as they did their routines. Or
to have them to play with and admire as they did routines for him.
Then as he was sitting in the stands with
the other cheering fans, the thought struck him. Well now, you could really have that during break if you want to.
He grinned and could practically feel his
mouth watering at the idea. There were bound to be a few cheerleaders out there
that weren’t expected home for the break. At least a couple of them were study
abroad students and probably couldn’t easily make it back. There had to be a
way to find out who was staying or not expected in some other way. As he looked
at the team, he tried to pick out who he most wanted to try and get, and how to
find out which of them would be available.
There was the captain, Tifa, who looked utterly scrumptious with her long brown
hair and those perfectly round breasts. That was a first priority, to see if he
could get her. Chris had dreamed of her in so many ways before even finding the
notebook. Imagining the smell of her, the taste of her, the
feel of her body whetted all his appetites. He had seen her around campus from
time to time and even thought about asking her to lunch, but could simply never
get the right words to form before she was gone again. He thought he knew
someone that had a class with her, so maybe there was a way to find out if he
could at least make her part of the group for the upcoming break.
Pulling his eyes away from Tifa, he noticed the cute blonde with thick pig-tails to
her right. Her slimmer, cute frame displayed well in the choreographed
movements with the others, but there was something about her that caught his
eyes. There seemed to be a natural confidence in every move she made and the
way she showed off for the crowd along with the others that made him want to
see her tiny frame doing the same in his room before he enjoyed the feel of her
slipping down his throat. He was pretty sure her name was Julie or Juliet,
something similar. He’d have to find out more information and quickly if he
wanted to enjoy her over the break.
Chris’s eyes roamed over a few more girls
in the team, but nothing seeming too impressive as he looked down the lines
until he saw a shock of bright pink hair and was instantly inspired. He had to
stop himself from licking his lips as he looked at a foreign student named
Sakura. The girl had actually been in a composition class with him and he’d
chatted with her here and there but never given her
much thought. Seeing her now, the grace with which she moved in one of the
coordinated routines and her pert body, he knew he’d love to have her along
with the others to enjoy during his break. Already he was fantasizing about
what the little squad would look like and the tasty morsels he could enjoy at
his leisure.
As he looked at a bright red-haired
beauty named Nami that he knew well and had to be on
the list, Chris suddenly had a marvelous idea. He didn’t have to pick and
choose just yet one who he’d get for his little squad. With the book, he could
simply shrink just about any of the cheerleading squad left after others had
gone and take them home with him the Friday evening before the break. Then it
wouldn’t take much to pick out his favorites from the ones that weren’t
expected home and send the rest wherever they should be remembering little more
than an odd dream.
The very idea made him hungry in ways he
couldn’t sate with normal snacks. Feeling the weight of the small notebook in
his pocket, he looked around the stands, searching for a little inspiration.
Chris just needed something to tide him over and as he looked up, he happened
to see Dawn, sidling her way out of a row of seats, heading for an exit that
lead to the concession stands and bathrooms under the seats of the stadiums. He
knew it wasn’t likely he’d have any opportunity for another snack, but still he
got up to follow her and see where she was headed. A few ideas were forming in
his head, and he might get lucky.
Dawn pushed her way into the empty
bathroom and into one of the stalls. She sat on the seat with no need to use
the facilities, but it seemed like the easiest place to be alone at the moment.
She needed just a few minutes, without missing too much of the game or chatting
with her friends, to think.
Ever since the odd, vivid dream, she
couldn’t stop thinking about the boy in her Calculus class. Chris had always
seemed nice and they had been friends, but she’d never thought of him beyond
that. So what did the dream mean? Maybe she was reading too much into it, maybe
it was just her mind doing random input and happened to cast his face for that
part. Just a regular nightmare that plucked some random person from her real
life. Yet it had seemed so real in her memories, and some of the dream had felt
oddly good too. Did it mean she was attracted to him in some way? Of course
when she was glancing his way during the game, he only had eyes for the
cheerleaders. Typical, guys never wanted the girl who was good in math courses
and English courses, they always went after girls that could jump up and down
and spell a few words with their arms.
As Dawn shook her head and resolved to go
back out and simply enjoy some time with her friends, even if she wasn’t that
into the game, she had a woozy feeling as she stood up. At first thinking that
she had simply risen to quickly, she suddenly felt a
familiar sensation, as if her body was compacting and pulling in from her
clothes. Just like in the dream before.
Panic tried to grip her as she shrunk
down, her size diminishing steadily but rapidly in the jeans and baby-doll tee
she had worn to the game. Soon she was scrambling in a huge mound of cloth and
still growing smaller, trying to swim her way out of it to see what she could
in the bathroom. As she stopped changing and pushed against the huge clothes
that had crumpled on the floor, she heard the sound of the bathroom door
opening and closing, then the loud click of the door locking.
Dreaming, she thought immediately, Somehow, I must be dreaming again.
She couldn’t seem to will
herself to wake up though, or even to control the elements of the dream as she
had at other times upon realizing she was asleep. As she tried to place herself
on a tropical beach, a snowy mountain, or even a club full of half-naked men,
something began rifling through the clothes around her, clearly searching for
her. She had no control, couldn’t change anything, but even as giant fingers
reached in and found her, Dawn couldn’t believe that this could be real.
“Gotcha,” a deep voice said as she was
fished out from the clothes and under the stall door. She looked up in the grip
of the large hand to see Chris’s face. His eyes roamed over her the way Dawn
might look at a chocolate cupcake she had decided she could have because she’d
been good the rest of the day.
As Dawn squirmed in the grip of the large
hand, she looked around at the rest of the bathroom and Chris’s giant features.
In his other hand, he held one of the trays of cheap chips and cheese sauce
that the concession stand sold.
“Mmm, glad you
didn’t hit the floor, cutie,” Chris said as he leered at her and slowly licked
his lips. “I just wanted a little something sweet to go with my nachos.”
Dawn screamed, but she already new that there was no chance anyone outside would hear it
at her current size. She was carried a few steps to where the sinks were and
could see herself in the mirror now. Just a tiny girl gripped in his hand,
squirming and utterly helpless as he held up the tray of chips with its little
cup of yellow-orange sauce, Chris grinning all the while.
She couldn’t stop her legs from kicking a
little as he lifted her up and dipped her down into the warm cheese. As they
were bogged down in the thick goop, Dawn couldn’t help but think for a moment
that it felt like a thick hot tub, almost nice on her skin if she didn’t think
about the fact that it meant she was just a snack.
Chris moved her around the sauce a
little, pushing her down so that her legs were forced to bend and the warm
cheese came up to her breasts. She shuddered a little at the feel of it on her
body, half from fear and half from the surprising rush of the physical
sensations. But as the large thumb and finger pulled her out again, her
struggles became frantic once more as she was lifted up high to look down into
Chris’s upturned face.
Giant lips opened beneath her and Chris’s
tongue rolled slowly out as she kicked and shivered. Dawn could feel herself
being lowered slowly to his mouth and watched as a drop of the sauce slipped
off her foot and landed on his tongue. There was no escape, no hope, because
even if she could get out of his grip on her shoulder, she would simply drop
right into his mouth. She moaned as her feet and legs ran along the wet
slickness of his tongue, hearing him groan in enjoyment the more she slipped
in. As her rump brushed against his tongue, Dawn was suddenly released, sliding
down easily between his lips and all the way into his mouth.
Sealed in darkness and losing her
bearings as his head tipped back down, Dawn struggled and kicked as the blanket
of his tongue licked and moved her all about. It pulled the sticky sauce off of
her, clearly tasting her through it as loud moans came out all around her. She
was pushed flat against the roof of his mouth, only to be rolled between
Chris’s cheeks next. Dawn was momentarily grateful that, as in the last
“dream”, though she brushed against his teeth, they never clamped down.
After several moments of being tossed and
soaked in the hot mouth, Dawn suddenly felt everything still for a moment. She
was laying the length of his tongue, feeling her feet kick at what must be his
throat, when light reentered her world, blinding her for a moment. As her eyes
adjusted, she realized that his lips were opening, giving her a clear view
outside. She could see his huge face in the mirror, his mouth wide open and see
herself laid inside. The view gave her an odd tingle as the tongue rippled
under her, teasing her body and breasts for a moment. Then she watched in the
mirror as it curled up against her face and began to push.
His lips closed again and Dawn’s drenched
body slid easily back into the waiting chasm behind her. Almost instantly as a
loud gulping sound surrounded the girl, her entire body was squeezed all
around, every inch of her skin pushed and massaged in the heat of rolling
muscular contractions. As she moved downward, she couldn’t help a momentary
shudder that had nothing to do with fear. Despite where it was leading her, the
full-body massage felt wonderful around Dawn and caressed her in ways that
somehow gave her the barest hint of arousal.
Even at the moment that she plopped
through a tight ring into a hot, fleshy sac, Dawn felt an electric little
tingle as the movement all around her. Then reality hit home, and she
remembered where she was now. Her arousal faded almost immediately as the
entire stomach rippled and compressed around her, making it hard to breathe.
She remembered just what a stomach did, and as her skin began to tingle just
lightly, Dawn panicked. Kicking and thrashing against the gurgling walls, she
felt the world beginning to fade around her. She tried desperately not to give
in, but she was getting so drowsy… so drowsy…
… Dawn jerked up as she awoke, fully
clothed, sitting in the bathroom stall. For a moment, she looked around her
trying to remember when she had come in here. She remembered coming to get a
moment alone, sitting down, and then… She must have dozed off somehow, though
she didn’t remember being tired. And there were the remnants of another dream,
eerily similar to the one from last week. Of course, she had been focused on
the previous dream. She must have simply fallen asleep while thinking about it
and had another. That was all, just a little nap from the fatigue of a heavy
class load.
I’ve
got to get better sleep,
she thought as she left the bathroom and tried to put the dream out of her
mind.
Rejoining her friends, she fell into the
conversation they were having easily, thinking that she needed to just let go
of worrying about dreams. Then a shiver went up her spine as she glanced to
where Chris was sitting and saw him enjoying a plastic tray of nachos. Had she
seen those before? What was going on?
Chris checked the clock on his phone as
let out a breath. Two minutes that would seem to stretch out into an eternity
until seven o’clock. No one could possibly hear the tiny little protests from
the nine girls that were in a couple boxes in the McDonald’s sack he was
carrying, but he could just barely notice them and it made his stomach rumble.
For the last couple hours, he’d been
gathering them up from various places where they would be alone or in a pair,
timing everything carefully so he’d be at the exact right place when they
shrank. Not all officially members of the drill team, but five were so far. The
other four were cute little morsels he’d noticed in class and around the campus
that he’d decided to add to the list upon finding out they were not heading
home. He’d probably gobble a couple of them down tonight to motivate his little
cheerleading squad and then whisk them back to their dorm rooms with the notebook
before having his real fun for the week. He’d already developed a notation
schedule to keep the girls for the week, bringing them back asleep just before
midnight each night and shrinking them just after the clock struck and the book
erased itself. He even had a way to keep them squirreled away while he slept
and doll’s outfits for them. Now he just had to collect the last one, and he
looked at his notebook again.
7:00PM:
Tifa shrinks to 6” tall maintaining her proportions.
Her clothes do not shrink.
With
a little shiver at the fact that he almost had his entire collection, Chris
checked the time again. Only one minute to go. He would feel a little guilty
about all of this, but he wasn’t hurting anyone. Once the week was done, all
his little treats would be back on campus, with a set of detailed memories
about an enjoyable, relaxing week. He had even learned ways to make them seem
more real and avoid the risks of strange dreams or sensations of lost time by
adding more detail to his notations. For now, it was time to add the last snack
to his menu. He knocked on the door of her dorm room, hoping everything would
go as smoothly.
Tifa answered the door in black shorts, her
breasts straining against a tight, white midriff t-shirt. She look at him
quizzically for a moment as Chris just stood there, holding the bag and waiting
a second.
“Yes?” she said, “Do I know-”
Then she began to grow smaller, Chris
moving his foot to the door so that it couldn’t close. It didn’t take long for
her to shrink down, just as it hadn’t for all the others. Soon she was standing
naked in the pile of her much larger clothing. The tight shorts and shirt did
not cover her or make her hard to find, and Chris reached down and gently
plucked her up. The campus was already mostly deserted and no one was in the
hallways as he looked her over.
“Oh, we’ll get to know each other pretty
well over the next few days.”
He was about to open the sack and toss
her into the box with the others as he spent another moment looking over her
tiny form. The full curves of her breast, the supple little rump rubbing
against his hand as she squirmed, and the feel of her soft skin all made his
mouth water. Chris had to have a taste.
The girl struggled and kicked more in his
grip as he brought her up to his lips and opened wide. Very gently, he slipped Tifa in between his teeth and closed his mouth, pushing her
around with his tongue and savoring her for a moment. He decided he could
probably walk the rest of the way back to his dorm with the tasty, squirming
little morsel in his mouth. Working her into a position where his cheeks
wouldn’t bulge too much, Chris fought the urge to gulp her down just yet as he
strolled casually through the campus housing area, enjoying her breasts rubbing
against his tongue and the taste of her body.
He was so engrossed in the flavor and
feel of Tifa in his mouth that he almost didn’t
notice Dawn until she was right in front of him, smiling at him.
“Hey Chris, so you’re staying home too,
huh?”
For just a moment, he was frozen. He
didn’t want to risk swallowing Tifa to talk to Dawn.
He didn’t know how soon he could write in the notebook again and didn’t dare
risk actually harming any of the girls. But he couldn’t just stand there
mumbling with his mouth full either. After just a few seconds of indecision, he
mimed a minor couple of coughs, curling Tifa into a
ball with his tongue and spitting her into his hand, keeping it closed around
her.
“Oh…ahem… Hey Dawn. Didn’t realize you
were still here, thought you were going home.”
“That was the plan,” she said, “but
things got changed on me at the last minute, so now I’m hanging around here.
You okay? What you got there?”
Chris tried not to shiver. Thankfully
he’d thought to put the girls within those McNugget
boxes in the bag. “Oh, you know. Stuck here, got a cheap dinner.”
Dawn nodded. “I hear you. Not catching a
cold are you?”
The conversation was going on too long.
He could feel Tifa squirming furiously against his
fingers and was worried about the other girls somehow acting up in the boxes.
Chris gave another little cough. “Well, don’t think so, but better safe than
sorry, right? I really should just head back to my room and get some rest.”
“Yeah, probably a good idea. Well, if
you’re going to be around, maybe we can get together during the week. As long
as you’re feeling well.”
“Maybe… Could be fun… I should get going though,” he said with another cough, “I’ll… see you
around.”
He dodged around her with a little nod,
almost accidentally waving until he remembered what was in his hand. That felt
a little too close and he’d have had no way to explain the tiny girl he’d just
had in his mouth. He had to get back to his room fast.
Luck seemed to favor Chris as he didn’t
encounter anyone else on the way. He held Tifa
between his lips one more time as he searched his pocket for his keys, her legs
kicking outside while he made his way into his dorm room and closed the door
behind him. He sighed a little in relief as he set Tifa
down on top of his desk and began to open the white bag.
Shivering and covered in his spit, Tifa looked up at him, somewhere between indignant and
terrified. “What’s going on?” she stammered in her squeaky little voice. “How
in the hell? Why are you doing this?”
“Just wait; I have to get the others out
and I’ll explain it to you all,” Chris said in a casually cheery voice. He’d
planned this out and didn’t want anything to be missed.
He pulled the McNuggets
boxes that he’d used to transport the others out of the bag and opened them up.
The various little morsels trembled as he plucked them out of the boxes and set
them on the desk. Some screamed, others were simply looking up at him in
nervous terror. Both Nami and Juliet seemed to be
caught between fear and an odd fascination that Chris took note of as he set
them down. Only one, Sakura, simply stared at him in frank curiosity as she was
lifted out of the box, her arms crossed almost defiantly. He saved a red-haired
girl named Lana for the last and kept her in his grip as she struggled and
flailed at his fingers. He looked down at all the tiny women on his desk, some
huddling together.
“All of you have been brought here for my
amusement during the holiday. I’ll be kind to you and give you everything you
need, so long as you perform for me as I wish. For some of you, I may even
share some pleasant delights if you’re willing to please me in the right ways.”
He felt a stirring in his groin as he
spoke the words he’d planned out for a while. The sense of sheer power as all
of them looked up at him was hard to ignore, and he wanted to start enjoying
them. Sakura took a step forward on the desk.
“And what if we just refuse? I don’t know
how you did this, but I do know that someone’s going to notice ten people
missing. You can’t just make us disappear.”
Chris had expected something like this
might happen. In answer he simply smirked down at Sakura and the rest and
tipped his head up. Lifting Lana up above his mouth, he opened his lips wide
and began slowly lowering her down. The girl kicked and screamed in his fingers
as his tongue slipped up and guided her feet into his jaws.
“No!” she shouted, “No, no, no, no, no!”
She slid slowly along his tongue, and
Chris moaned loudly at her taste and the wriggling over her body as he pressed
her against his palate. Lowering and sucking the squirming Lana the rest of the
way in, he carefully sealed his lips around his fingers and pulled them out,
leaving her trapped inside.
Half for show and half to enjoy the taste
of this first treat, Chris spent several moments rolling her around his mouth
as she writhed and screamed, his tongue caressing the soft skin. He groaned and
made loud sounds of pleasure, his hand roaming to his belly, not bothering to
look at the other girls but hearing them gasp and squeal as he enjoyed the
first of them.
Without tipping his head back down,
making sure the others could see his neck, he opened his throat and swallowed.
Lana slipped along the back of his tongue, sliding easily down and letting him
feel the lump there that he knew all the tiny women could see. Another strong
swallow sent her the rest of the way down, and he could feel her working and
struggling her way through his chest and down into his belly. His hand rubbed
there and he looked down at the others, giving an exaggerated lick of his lips
as he smiled. He couldn’t help but notice that Juliet was looking up at him in
more wonder than fear.
“Mmm, what a
delicious little treat! Maybe one more for tonight…”
As his hand reached out, the girls
scattered around the desk, trying to hide behind the bag, the boxes, anywhere
they could get to. Even Juliet tried to search for cover. Chris thought about
grabbing Sakura as another example, but he wanted to keep her around for a bit,
and the girls he ate tonight would be written back into their own room with
memories of a nice quiet evening. So he reached for Lana’s roommate, a slightly
plump brunette named
Snatching
After a couple minutes of this, Chris
wanted to feel her sliding down into his stomach as well. He slurped her legs
up slowly like spaghetti, already swallowing as her feet slipped past his lips
to feel the smooth ride of her down his gullet. He found it surprisingly easy
to bolt the girl right down, his body seeming to get used to swallowing
struggling meals as she slid down into his gut.
“Mmmm,” he
moaned with another lick of his lips, “Such yummy little morsels. I think I
could eat you all up tonight. But I suppose I’ll give you all the chance to
perform. Now, time to make a note of who went down the hatch.”
While all the girls on his desk
recovered, Chris pulled out the notebook. Some were staring up at him in utter
terror, already clearly thinking of how to survive. Tifa
looked sorrowful and occasionally glanced up at him with a calculating look.
Sakura glared at him with a certain amount of anger and defiance. Most
interesting to him, as he began writing, was the fact that Nami
and Juliet both seemed more fascinated than afraid. He might be able to have
some real fun with them.
In the notebook, Chris made the necessary
notations for Lana and Shannon to be asleep in their beds in their dorm room,
and to only remember a relaxing evening of flipping channels on TV and
chatting. When he’d collected them, he’d noticed a board game in the room, so
he made them remember a few rounds of it and who won and who lost. Details
always helped with the memories.
“Now,” he said as he looked over the rest
of them, “I think I feel full enough. We’re all going to start having a little
fun here…”
Dawn was deep in thought as she walked
away from the door. She’d suspected something like this, somehow, even though
it defied normal belief. But in her life, she’d seen a few strange things;
enough to know that nothing was impossible. And with what she’d seen then heard
through the door at Chris’s dorm room, she couldn’t deny it was true.
Since the day at the game, she’d had a
suspicion that her dreams were not actually dreams. She’d kept tabs on Chris as
much as she could, even cancelling her vacation to try and decipher what had
actually happened. There had even been another strange dream, muddled with
memories she couldn’t prove from an evening she’d spent alone in the library.
In each dream, she’d been shrunk and swallowed down by Chris and what she’d
witnessed tonight proved to her at least, the he’d somehow done it and brought
her back.
She’d watched him going from place to
place, always picking up something and putting it in a bag before pushing
something else into a door and closing it. It could have been some kind of set
of drug deals, but then she’d seen him put something into his mouth, and moved
around to intercept him. When he’d coughed, she thought she saw flash of
something moving, but hadn’t been able to confirm it. Then when she’d followed
him, she actually caught a glimpse of tiny legs moving out of his mouth before he
made it into his door.
But what was she to do now? Dawn couldn’t
tell anyone a story like that, and if Chris hadn’t actually hurt her, he might
not hurt them. And truth be told, some parts of what she could remember of the
“dreams” still felt kind of… good. The idea of a tongue all over her body, the
tight squeeze of warm flesh around her… But she hadn’t been given any choice in
the matter, and neither was whoever he’d taken back to his room. Plus she’d
been too scared to explore anything else at the time.
Dawn wasn’t sure how exactly he was doing
all of this or just what it meant to her or what she should do about it. But
before the week was over, she was going to figure it all out.
End of Part I