Observer - "The New Policy"

	“It just seems like a really bad idea to me.” Monica said as she accelerated past the stop sign, her hand gripped on the steering wheel of her mom’s van and her eyes focused on the road in front of her.
	“Hey, tell me about it—not that I’m complaining. Like I’m going to pass up on an opportunity like this…” Rachel replied from the passenger seat, grinning deviously, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
	The two girls were on their way back from swim practice and on their way to school. Because their high school didn’t actually have a pool or a swim team, they had to join a private team a few miles from school, and that meant practice had to start and end before school started at 8 AM. Sometimes it meant running on very little sleep, but the sophomores had grown accustomed to the routine over the course of the year.
Monica glanced at Rachel in surprise as she turned the wheel to round the corner, her chocolaty brown hair swinging with her.
“Wait, you’re not actually going to…?”
	“What, Monica, you mean you’ve never tried it before??” Rachel gasped excitedly with her eyebrows raised, as she began to tie her golden blonde hair back into a neat bun.
	Monica and Rachel weren’t actually great friends, and as such they were constantly learning new things about each other on their rides to and from practice. They likely wouldn’t have interacted at all outside the pool locker room had Rachel not been dependent on Monica for a carpool to their school. Truthfully Monica found Rachel a bit annoying—her blonde teammate could be very impulsive and tended to only think about herself. In contrast Monica was a bit more reserved. She wasn’t exceptionally shy or insecure, she just preferred to stop and consider the consequences of her actions before acting them out. Naturally, they didn’t always get along.
	Monica didn’t immediately respond to Rachel’s question, and instead turned her attention back to the road and blushed slightly as her expression turned to one of annoyance. Rachel loved to flaunt how “experienced” she was compared to her in basically any aspect of her social life that she could, and this was only going to give her more ammo. Taking advantage of her teammate’s temporary silence, Rachel continued to prod.
	“Oh Monica, you have to try it! They’re absolutely delicious…” The blonde girl continued, licking her lips in remembrance.
	The two sophomores were discussing a new policy announced at their high school a few weeks ago, which would finally be going into effect today. Five years ago, there had been an unanticipated and unprecedented level of bizarre cosmic radiation that pierced the earth’s atmosphere. The event had only lasted a few days, but the aftermath was startling and permanent: about 20% of the women on earth had been instantly shrunk down to about four or five inches tall, depending on their original height. Scientists were unable determine the origin of the event, but they eventually concluded that those who were affected carried matching pair of genes in each of their X chromosomes. Having the gene in just one X chromosome was harmless, so that spared the men and the women who only carried one copy of the gene. However, for the women carrying a matching set, the change seemed to be irreversible.
	This posed many problems for the women who began to commonly be called “tinies,” though the politically correct term was actually “cosmically reduced.” Not only were they unable to fulfill the same social and economic roles they had previously assumed in their regular-sized lives, but they were now in far greater physical danger as well. The world was significantly more dangerous for someone just five inches tall, and to make matters worse tinies were very difficult to keep track of at their small size. There were reports of tinies going missing in the news every few days for various known and unknown reasons. However before long, one reason became significantly more frequent than the others.
	“You mean you actually…ate someone?” Monica asked in slight disbelief, not shifting her green eyes away from the road ahead.
	In the early days after the radiation, it was just a rumor that people had begun to eat tinies. Then came the first few official documented cases on the news. It wasn’t until the Jane Jaguar trial that the problem really exploded.
	Jane Jaguar was a previously only mildly famous pop idol, at the time barely 17 years old. However shortly after it became known that people were actually eating tinies, a controversy arose over a rumor that Jane Jaguar had eaten one of her tiny fans during a concert. Jane’s manager and agents claimed it had been a publicity stunt and that the teen idol had only swallowed a doll, but when the young fan remained missing the televised trial made it to the national stage.
	Ultimately it was the OJ Simpson trial all over again. Due to lack of incriminating evidence besides a blurry cell phone video from the crowd, Jane Jaguar was found innocent and acquitted of all charges in a very controversial decision from the jury. In an interview following the trial Jane was asked what she believed actually happened to the missing fan. In response, Jane turned smugly to the camera and brushed her silky raven hair from her face and burped proudly before shrugging and following her agent to their waiting limousine. The video went viral within hours and the controversy skyrocketed Jane to the most talked about teen pop star in the business. Jane rode the controversy wave to success and redefined her image around the idea that she was a badass rebel who could do whatever she liked—and what she liked to do was eat tinies.
	Though it was never confirmed if Jane had actually eaten or continued to eat tinies like she implied in her lyrics and music videos, her music had an undeniable effect on pop culture: eating tinies was officially cool. This new social taboo became an especially popular act of rebellion among Jaguar’s target demographic, teenage girls.
	“Oh just one—it’s no big deal.” Rachel giggled, rolling her eyes at her teammate’s disapproval. She’s so jealous, she thought to herself.
	The popular means of consuming a tiny was to swallow them whole, as popularized in Jane Jaguar’s hit single, “I can feel her struggle.” This method made it easy for young girls to participate in the fad because as soon as they had a tiny in their tummy they could simply let digestion take its course without being able to see the brutal effects their stomachs had on the tiny girls. Experts speculated that not having to see their prey die helped dehumanize them in the eyes of their devourers and eased the guilt-factor. Additionally, swallowing tinies whole was far less messy than chewing them, and more importantly it left less evidence behind. As demonstrated in the Jaguar trial, it was very difficult to prove someone had eaten a tiny as the incriminating evidence was often in the sewers before anyone even realized the victim was missing. At first the schools reacted to the horrifying social trend by isolating the tinies into tiny-only classes, but when the rate of disappearances didn’t slow down, tinies were ultimately banned from attending school for their own safety. Most young tinies were homeschooled by their families, but some were simply left uneducated to live at home, as they didn’t eat much and were fairly inexpensive to take care of.
	“Well I’m sure it was a big deal to her…” Monica replied in a disapproving sarcastic tone, still not looking away from the road. “When did this happen, anyway?” she asked, unable to restrain her curiosity, kicking herself internally for giving Rachel the excuse she wanted to flaunt her story.
	“Hm, lets see….it was about three years ago, I think.” Rachel said, raising a finger to her lips in thought. “Yeah, I went to see Toy Story 3 alone because me and my mom were visiting my grandpa out of town, and she didn’t want to go. Then during the movie I look over and I notice this girl who was probably a few years older than us putting popcorn in her cup-holder every once and a while—like single kernels. After a while I figure out she’s got a tiny in there!” Rachel explained cheerily, exciting herself with her own memories.
	“It must have been her little sister or something, because she looked too young to be her mom. Anyway, before this I’d only seen tinies on TV or in Jane Jaguar videos (and I think those are just special effects,) and I try to concentrate on the movie, but I can’t stop thinking about the tiny girl—I really wanted to eat her!”
	Monica rolled her eyes in obvious disapproval as she slowed to a stop for a red light. “Wow, did I ever tell you you’re a really good person, Rachel?”
	“Oh shut up, I was like 13 years old. Jane Jaguar was like my hero back then—I wanted to BE her.” Rachel replied, shooting a smug sneer at the driver. “Anyway, I finally get my chance when the girl drops her cell phone and it skids down a few rows under the seats. And while she’s cussing and crawling through the rows looking for it, I’m sweating like crazy. I know this is my chance, but I was so nervous! Finally, I just think “fuck it!” and during a loud part of the movie make a dash down the row as silently as I can and snatch the tiny and stuff her in my pocket and don’t stop until I’m out of the room and in the theatre bathroom!”
	Monica could see Rachel was really getting excited now and tried her best to hide that the story was actually captivating her attention pretty successfully.
	“Oh man, I was literally shaking with nervousness! I ran into one of the stalls and sat down and pulled her out of my pocket. She was this short little blonde girl, probably about my age back then, maybe a little older, and she was even more scared than I was!”
	“Imagine that…” Monica replied, still trying to disguise her interest.
	“And she starts squeaking and crying for help, and I panic and just shove her in my mouth! But I didn’t expect her to be so hard to swallow, and of course at this point she’s struggling even harder than before—I literally had to shove her to the back of my throat with my fingers! Finally I give her one hard swallow…” Rachel paused to demonstrate a quick recreation of the event, shutting her eyes tight and gulping forcefully, “…and dooowwwwnnn she goes into my tummy!” Rachel again demonstrated, tracing a line down from her neck with her finger, stopping at her stomach to break into a fit of giggles.
	“And then what happened?” Monica asked, too captivated to realize how stupid her question was until it was too late.
	“Well I digested her, duh.” Rachel answered Monica with a beaming grin on her face. “I ran back to grandpa’s house as fast as I could and just shut myself in my room and listened to her squeak in there for like an hour until I couldn’t feel her struggling anymore. Man I thought I was the coolest kid on earth for a while after that.” She giggled, reminiscing.
	“That poor girl…” Monica muttered disapprovingly as they pulled into the school parking lot, not wanting to validate Rachel’s excitement.
	“Oh don’t feel sorry for her, I gave her a good home…” Rachel teased smugly, patting her smooth athletic stomach.
	Monica could help but smirk slightly. She might not have been too fond of Rachel or approved of her attitude towards tinies, but it was hard to remain stern around someone in such a good mood.
	“…still though, there’s been a disappointing amount vacancy in ol’ Rachel’s tummy for a few years now, but thanks to that goody-two-shoes friend of yours we might actually be able to get some new tenants…” Rachel said slyly, hopping out of the car.
	Rachel’s words returned Monica’s mind to the original topic of their conversation: the new school policy. Monica’s best friend Daisy was your typical bleeding heart, and no injustice could be allowed on her watch. Which why for the past year she and the supporters she’d gathered had been campaigning to allow tinies the right to be educated at their high school. The school board had finally relented to the demands a few weeks ago after deciding it would make them look progressive compared to the other local schools. The new policy was going into effect today.
	“Man, it’s just a really bad idea…” Monica muttered to herself as she turned off the ignition and hopped out of the car.
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	“Now before we get things started, I just wanted to say it’s an honor to finally be able to attend classes side-by-side with you extra-special cosmically challenged students! I think I speak for the entire student body when I say the diversity your oppressed minority group will bring to this campus will take us one step closer to having a truly enlightened and equal school experience!” Daisy announced in bubbly glee, hardly able to contain her excitement in front of the 10 tiny students standing on the table in front of her in the currently empty school cafeteria.
	Jessica, on the other hand, was far less amused. Standing somewhere between four and five inches (she estimated she’d be about 5’8” if she hadn’t been shrunk,) Jessica was a slender attractive redhead with bright green eyes and light freckling across her pink skin. She stared up at the bubbly giant in front of that was fervently praising the “struggle” Jessica and her present tiny peers had endured. Though the girl was practically a mountain compared to Jessica’s current stature, Jessica could tell their welcoming committee was actually on the shorter side, probably around 5’4”. The girl had a nametag that read “Daisy” and she had bright blue eyes and light brown hair. Jessica grit her teeth and silently resented that a girl so short was now leagues taller than her.
	Jessica wasn’t an unpleasant person, but being shrunk down to the size of an action figure five years ago hadn’t done wonders for her personality. She’d naturally been bitter about essentially being robbed of any meaningful future simply because she’d lost the genetic lottery, and it didn’t help one bit that this unthinkably horrifying tiny-eating culture had developed among her fellow teens and was seemingly going strong. It infuriated and terrified Jessica that there was no shortage of girls out there who wanted to eat her alive just because it was “cool.” She rued daily that those selfish bitches had cost her years of her life—Jessica had only been outside her home handful of occasions since the devouring began to become commonplace in the news, and it had always been in the careful grasp of her mothers hands. Still, this resentment just made Jessica work harder in her home schooling studies, as if she was trying to prove a point to the world that viewed her as only useful as a snack. It was for exactly that reason that she’d decided to attend high school when the new policy had been announced.
	However, if there was one thing Jessica had no tolerance for, it was being patronized. Ever since she’d been shrunk, every friendly encounter she’d had with a regular-sized person had been roughly the same. They’d look at her sad eyes and say something like “oh it’s such a shame” or “you’re doing so well despite everything” and then give her some bullshit encouragement like “don’t let that horrible stuff in the news get you down, you’re gonna make it Jessica!” She couldn’t stand it, it was so obvious they didn’t believe a word of what they were saying. They all just wrote her off at a glance assuming she’d up as a glorified house pet or more likely in some young girl’s stomach. It was all just so fake. Daisy seemed a bit different, like she might actually buy the bullshit she was spewing, but it annoyed Jessica all the same.
	“Hey! We’re not Holocaust victims, we’re just tiny!” Jessica yelled angrily, interrupting Daisy’s fervent praise.
	“…and there’s nothing wrong with that!” Daisy quickly replied, a bit embarrassed. The girl seemed incapable of switching off her politically correct setting. “I’m glad you interrupted me, none of you should feel afraid to speak your mind just because you’re smaller than me! Does anyone else have any comments or questions?”
	A girl with short raven colored hair standing a few inches from Jessica spoke up. “Um, yeah, when you said we’ll be attending classes side-by-side with you…does that mean we’re going to be in the same classrooms as regular people?”
	“Of course! It wouldn’t be equal if you didn’t get the same education as the rest of us!” Daisy cheerily replied. This announcement elicited a few nervous squeaks from the cluster of tinies. Jessica rolled her eyes, no wonder nobody respects us…
	“B-but….if we’re with the regular students, what do we do if one of them tries to…” a blonde tiny piped up, too nervous to finish her sentence.
	“Oh you poor things!” Daisy cooed sympathetically, eliciting another eye roll from Jessica. “I can assure you that at this school we respect people of all types and sizes—there’s absolutely nothing to worry about!”
	“Oh please…” Jessica muttered quietly, causing a few nervous glances in her direction from her fellow tinies.
	“…but just incase,” Daisy continued, as if expecting Jessica’s response at this point, “we have taken a few precautionary measures.” This statement resulted in a few sighs of relief among the shrunken girls. Daisy pulled out what looked like 10 tiny silver rings, each with an even smaller box attached to the outer rim.
	“We’ve provided these belts for you all in the interest of your safety. They act as tracking devices in the event that any of you get misplaced, and they also come with an emergency button that you should push if you ever feel scared or in danger.” Daisy explained placing the tiny belts down on the table in front of the tinies.
	The miniature girls scrambled to grab the belts and put them on hastily. Even Jessica wasted no time equipping herself with the safety device—she may not have enjoyed idea that the school felt she was so helpless that she needed a glorified dog tag to survive a day at school, but anything was better than ending up as lunch for a hungry student.
	“Now I know that getting around campus is difficult at your size, so we’ve come up with a fun little buddy system! Me and nine volunteers I’ve selected will pair up with each of you and help you get to and from your classes on time.” Daisy proudly explained, gesturing to several friendly looking girls entering the cafeteria behind her. “Think of this as a good opportunity to make a new friend here at school, and we can also answer any questions you guys have about things here as well. We’ll all meet back up at lunch so you guys can have plenty of time to bond amongst your fellow cosmically reduced classmates as well.”
	“Uh, yeah, I count eight volunteers, chief.” Jessica replied unamused, gesturing at the eight girls standing behind Daisy.
	Daisy turned back with a confused expression and silently counted the volunteers with her fingers. The tiny redhead was right, they were one volunteer short.
	“We don’t know where Jamie is.” One of the volunteers responded. “She might be sick.”
	Red in the face with embarrassment, Daisy turned back to the tinies and tried to reassure them. “Now don’t you worry, I’m sure I can find a replacement…”
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	“You’re right though, it’s totally a bad idea.” Rachel agreed as the two swimmers carried their backpacks up from the parking lot towards the school. “I bet ten bucks right now that at least one of those unlucky bitches leaves school today out some girl’s ass—and with any luck it’ll be mine.” she continued, winking at her teammate.
	“I swear I don’t even understand this whole eating tinies craze.” Monica replied disinterested, not especially eager to listen to Rachel’s bizarre desire to convert a tiny girl into feces. “What’s the point? It’s just so needlessly cruel.”
	“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it!” Rachel insisted. “Trust me, it’s awesome. I can’t even describe the rush you get from digesting a tiny girl squirming around in your belly…it makes you feel like a goddess.” Rachel stared off into the distance dreamily, placing both her hands on her flat stomach as she walked.
	“I don’t think I could do that to someone.” Monica replied honestly. “I’d feel way too guilty about it…I mean, those girls used to be just like us.”
	“Psh, like five years ago.” Rachel retorted dismissively. “As far as I’m concerned, the second they shrunk down to fun-sized they went on the menu. If they didn’t want to end up in my belly they shouldn’t have made it so easy for me to fit them in there.” the blonde stated confidently.
	“Big talk from someone who’s only eaten one tiny.” Monica replied sarcastically.
	“Well like I said, I’m hoping to amend that today.” Rachel grinned.
	Monica was about to retort again when she was interrupted by the sound of a familiar voice.
	“Guys! Monica! Rachel!” Daisy called frantically running down from campus towards them.
	“Well look who is is…” Rachel muttered amusedly so that only Monica could hear as the girl approached.
	“Hey Daisy, what’s up?” Monica asked quizzically as her friend final caught up to them and hunched over to catch her breath.
	“I need a major favor, quick.” Daisy panted, regaining her composure. “You know how we’re reintegrating the cosmically reduced students back into the school system today?”
	“Yup!” Rachel chirped cheerfully before Monica could respond.
	“Yeah, well, one of my volunteers didn’t show up today.” Daisy continued, oblivious to the motivation behind Rachel’s enthusiasm. “I need one of you guys to fill in as a buddy for one of the new students. You know, take them with you to classes and help them out and stuff.”
	“Ooh! I’ll do it!” Rachel jumped at this opportunity. This was going to be easier than she’d hoped.
	“Really??” Daisy replied excitedly. “Okay, just come with me and—”
	“Daisy, WAIT.” Monica quickly interrupted. “Rachel doesn’t really want to help you.”
	“Shut up! Yes I do!” Rachel growled angrily, leering at her brunette teammate.
	“What are you talking about?” Daisy asked confused.
	“The only reason she’s volunteering is because she wants to EAT one of the new girls.” Monica explained quickly before Rachel could interrupt her.
	Daisy gasped dramatically and stared at Rachel wide-eyed. “Rachel!”
	“Oh I’d be doing them a favor!” Rachel replied, crossing her arms in frustration and rolling her eyes. “Someone’s going to eat those tinies, and it might as well be me!”
	“They’re ‘cosmically reduced,’ not ‘tinies,’ Rachel.” Daisy sniped spitefully at the blonde, feeling disgusted and betrayed. The shorter girl quickly changed her expression back to one of desperation and turned to Monica. “Monica! I need you to be my last volunteer, I don’t know who else to trust!”
	Monica sighed, she’d hoped to steer as clear as possible from the inevitable disaster that would result from Daisy’s reintegration plan, but it was looking like that was no longer an option. “Okay, I’m in. But I just want to make it clear that I think this whole thing is a really, REALLY, bad idea…”
	“Thank you!” Daisy cheered hugging her friend tight. “Come on, I’ll go introduce you to your buddy!”
	“Hey Monica, if you ever get tired of carrying your buddy around, I can think of at least one place you can put her…” Rachel teased, pointing a finger into her wide open mouth.
	“Come on, Daisy…” Monica muttered, pulling her friend away from Rachel and towards campus, with Daisy staring back in outraged disgust the whole way.
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	“Hey it’s, uh, nice to meet you. I’m Monica.” Monica introduced herself awkwardly to the tiny girl on the table in front of her, extending her hand for a handshake before realizing it was about the same size as the girl’s entire body.
	“Jessica.” The tiny redhead replied casually, grasping one of Monica’s fingers and shaking it as if it were its own arm. “So, this your first time seeing a tiny or something?”
	“No, well I mean—kinda. I’ve seen a couple of you guys from a distance, but this is really my first time up-close.” Monica replied, slightly embarrassed. She’d hoped she would have been able to pull this off more casually, but it was truly uncanny interacting with someone so small.
	“Well then feast your eyes.” Jessica replied sarcastically doing a quick twirl. “This must be an exciting opportunity for you.” she teased the larger girl.
	Monica giggled. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all, Jessica seemed cooler than the ‘shy and frightened’ stereotype surrounding tinies led her to believe she’d be. “What about you, you hang out with us big girls often?”
	“Not in the last five years, anyway,” Jessica replied, “and seeing as how I’m still outside a stomach I think it was probably a good idea. You’re not gonna make me regret changing strategies, are you?”
	Monica chuckled at the girl’s dark joke and decided to play along. “Hey, trust me Jessica. I can absolutely assure you that I probably won’t eat you.”
	Jessica smirked. She actually wasn’t entirely comfortable joking about being eaten, but had decided to suck it up and introduce the joke to try to cut the tension. She was glad that Monica at least wasn’t doting over her or treating her like she was a fragile snowflake. This girl seemed fairly genuine.
	“Anyway, c’mon ‘buddy,’ we’ve gotta get to class.” Monica said as she stood up. She offered her open palm down to Jessica and the tiny redhead smiled and hopped aboard.
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	Jessica jotted down notes in her specially made tiny notebook with her equally tiny custom pencil and tried her best not to look scared, a task that was becoming increasingly more difficult. She was sitting on Monica’s desk towards the middle of the classroom while Monica doodled something in her own notebook, and she could practically feel the eyes watching her.
	Jessica did her best to just stare straight ahead or down at her miniature notebook, but occasionally she couldn’t resist the temptation to glance across the room—a decision she always regretted. Each time she turned she saw at least two girls glancing over at her intently. Most of them would look away as soon as they realized they’d been spotted, but others just continued to stare attentively. On one truly horrifying occasion, Jessica had glanced over at a large breasted brunette watching her with bedroom eyes. Upon being noticed, the girl kept her gaze fixed and licked her lips hungrily. Jessica quickly looked away as tiny beads of sweat began to form on her brow.
	The shrunken girl knew she could probably get Monica to alert the teacher to the unwanted attention, but she knew in the long run it wouldn’t help. These girls were trying to scare her, and if she ever wanted to be viewed as a fellow classmate and not just an afternoon snack, she couldn’t let them know they were getting to her. Jessica cursed quietly under her breath and resolved not to look up from her notebook for the rest of the duration of the class. Finally after another stressful 15 minutes, the bell rang.
	“Finally…” Jessica exhaled gratefully as her tiny ears were greeted with the sounds of students chattering and chairs sliding as the class got out of their seats.
	“Yeah, tell me about it. I thought Ms. Cratchin would never stop droning on.” Monica agreed, placing her notebook into her backpack and zipping it shut. “What’d you think of your first class?”
	“Oh , it was great…” Jessica answered sarcastically, shooting a death stare in the direction of the busty brunette who was now giggling and pointing at her with some other girls as they left the classroom. “…besides these bitches looking at me like I’m a Klondike bar the whole time.”
	“Oh sorry, I didn’t even notice.” Monica apologized. “Ignore them, they’re just putting on a show to look cool; most of these girls have probably never eaten a tiny before.”
	“Yeah, well that doesn’t mean they won’t try to ‘pop their cherries’ with me.” Jessica replied grimly, already beginning to doubt her decision to come to high school.
	“Jessica, I’m not going to let anyone eat you, okay?” Monica promised sympathetically, scooping up the tiny girl with one hand and throwing her backpack over her shoulder with the other. “I’m saving you for myself, afterall.” She joked, winking down at the redhead sitting in her palm.
	“Heh, lucky me…” Jessica managed a smile, she really did appreciate Monica not treating her like a charity case. “I’d rather you eat me than one of those sluts anyway.”
	“Oh Jessica stop, you’ll make me blush!” Monica giggled, carrying her tiny new friend through the halls to their next class.
	“Just promise me one thing, Monica…” Jessica cooed in a her best sultry voice, “…promise me you’ll be gentle.”
	Monica busted out laughing. “Ha! Don’t worry, ‘buddy,’ I wouldn’t have it any other way…” Monica was really starting to enjoy Jessica’s company, she really liked the girl’s sense of humor. It was also cool that the shrunken girl already felt comfortable enough around her to joke about being eaten, when it was obviously a subject that normally perturbed her. It made it a lot easier for the girls to bond, because the knowledge that girls like Monica typically ate girls like Jessica would have inevitably been the elephant in the room otherwise. Things were significantly less tense because they were able to acknowledge it and joke about it.
	Monica was having more fun with their little game of pretend than she realized, and before long she began imagining what it would really be like if Jessica was in her belly. In her mind she pictured the tiny redhead squeezed tight inside her stomach, struggling and kicking desperately as it churned her to and fro…
	The brunette’s fantasy was suddenly interrupted as her gut growled hungrily. Jessica, who was being held close to Monica’s stomach, had no trouble hearing the gurgling roar that erupted behind her. The tiny girl felt a powerful shiver travel down her spine.
	“Uh…” Jessica stammered nervously, her heart suddenly beating much faster than before.
	“Oh my god, I promise that had nothing to do with what we were talking about!” Monica quickly lied, her face red with shame. “I just didn’t have time to make breakfast this morning because of swim practice and I’m pretty eager to get this next class over with so we can get lunch…”
	“No worries, it’s cool…” Jessica replied a little calmer. She wasn’t entirely reassured, but she didn’t want Monica to know how paranoid and frightened she was about ending up in somebody’s stomach. “Hell, I’m a little hungry myself.”
	As it turned out, so were most of the girls in the buddies’ next class, which they made very clear to Jessica through some not so subtle body language. As with her last class, there were more eyes focused on the tiny redhead than there were on Mrs. Green’s lecture on The Great Gatsby. However many of the ravenous students had grown bolder in displaying their desires, perhaps spurred by the ever nearer drawing lunch break.
	Like before, Jessica couldn’t resist occasionally glancing at her admirers. Upon receiving eye contact, several of her classmates would shoot her large toothy grins before opening their mouths wide so that Jessica could see where they intended to send her.
	Jessica shivered as she glanced a little too long into the maw of a skinny raven haired girl with bright blue eyes. The girl’s wet tongue quivered eagerly at the bottom of her mouth, and behind her dark throat slightly glistened in the meager light that shown through past her pearly white teeth. Jessica jerked her head back down towards her notebook and tried not to tremble too visibly.
	Monica shot dirty looks at as many of Jessica’s tormentors as she could, but for the most part they just ignored her and kept their attentions on her tiny buddy. It was a frustrating situation—despite her best efforts to hide it, Jessica was clearly very distressed—and Monica couldn’t do anything to help her without calling more attention to the poor girl.
	“Just ignore these idiots…” Monica whispered to Jessica quietly. The tiny redhead looked up at her new friend anxiously and nodded in thanks. She’d meant to look back at Monica to prove that she was handling the harassment without problem, but her frightened eyes and sweat-covered pale skin gave her fear away.
	“Pst!”
	Both Monica and Jessica glanced over to the adjacent desk where a girl with silky blonde hair was trying to get their attention. The girl lifted up her grey T-shirt a bit to reveal her soft stomach which she’d labeled “TINY STORAGE <3” with a black sharpie before shifting in her seat a bit so that her back was slightly turned towards their desk. The girl again lifted her shirt a bit to expose her lower back. Just above the girl’s hips was the word “EXIT” with an arrow underneath pointing down towards her derriere, the slightest bit of her thong and butt crack poking out from the top of her tight, black yoga pants. The girl wiggled her behind slightly while winking over her shoulder at Jessica to drive the point home.
	A tiny squeak of fear escaped Jessica’s mouth against her will. The room echoed with a chorus excited giggles in response. Mrs. Green opened her mouth to reprimand her students when the lunch bell rang, interrupting her. The teens excited hopped out of their seats and starting packing their books away and exiting the room.
	“Get a life, Jenny.” Monica hissed angrily at the blonde girl who had just previously been taunting Jessica with her ‘body art.’ She couldn’t believe the lengths some of her classmates had gone to torment the poor tiny students.
	“I’m the one who needs a life?” Jenny scoffed haughtily at Monica. “Look in the mirror, Monica. I’m not the one chauffeuring around a tiny all day acting like she’s not going to be girl-food by the end of the week.” Jenny then turned back to Jessica and smiled smugly down at the miniature girl. “You realize it’s only a matter of time, right? If you want I can just digest you now and get it over with.” she offered, patting her stomach proudly.
	“Oh shut up!” Monica growled.
	“F-fuck off!” Jessica stammered dourly, having trouble maintaining her stern composure with a giant girl towering above offering to digest her.
	“Well let me know if you if you change your mind, sweetie. The offer still stands.” Jenny teased, quickly bending down and opening her mouth wide in front of Jessica to display her throat up close and at eye level to the frightened tiny. “Aaaah!~”
	Jenny then quickly skipped away giggling, dodging the pencil and eraser Monica furiously hurled at her.
	Jessica slumped down onto the desk and rested her hands. “…I really hate people.”
	“Yeah, me too.” Monica sighed, scooping up her gloomy friend. “C’mon, lets go get lunch.”
	Monica’s stomach growled.
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	“So what do you guys think, how many of ‘em make it through the week?” Becky asked grinning, brushing her raven colored hair to the side, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
	“Shit, they’ll all be gone by the end of the week.” Rachel replied from across the table, shoveling a spoonful of the cafeteria’s mashed potatoes off her tray and into her mouth. “The real question is how many of them make it home today.” she continued with her mouth full of the mashed spuds.
	“Well how many do you think then?” Becky asked her friend.
	“Well they’re probably going to watch them pretty close on the first day, but I wouldn’t be surprised if one or two of them took a trip down some girls’ gullets.” Rachel answered before finally gulping down the mashed potatoes. “I know I’m scarfing one down as soon as an opportunity presents itself.”
	“You got your eye on any one in particular, Rachel?” Jenny giggled sitting next to her fellow blonde friend.
	“I’ve only seen one of ‘em so far.” Rachel replied, twirling her spoon in the air as she talked. “This little brunette in my anatomy class…I told her I could give her some private tutoring on the digestive system and she practically fainted!” Rachel recalled, grinning deviously. “But honestly it doesn’t really matter much to me which one, as long as I can get a girl in my tummy I’ll be happy.”
	“You should see the little thing your friend Monica is carrying around.” Jenny suggested. “This adorable fiery little redhead—she’s got some spunk in her!”
	“Monica’s not my ‘friend.’ We just carpool.” Rachel replied, slurping down another spoonful of potatoes. “A ginger though, huh…statistically that must be pretty rare among tinies, right?”
	“I guess?” Jenny shrugged. “All I know is I’d sure love to feel her squirm around in my belly.”
	“Seconded.” Becky chimed in. “She made this adorable little squeak in our English class….God, I just wanted to gulp her down right then and there!”
	“Man, I knew I should’ve taken English with you guys.” Rachel lamented, shaking her head. “Well, looks like we have a unanimous favorite, girls: now how do we get her away from Monica…?” she pondered, glancing a few tables over where Monica and Daisy were sitting with the 10 tinies sitting on the tabletop between them.
	“Maybe we can make some kind of distraction….like a diversion?” Becky offered.
	“Hmmm…” Rachel pondered, chewing another mouthful of mashed potatoes. Suddenly her eyes lit up with realization, and the blonde gulped down the chewed food with a mighty swallow. “Okay, I think I have an idea…”
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	Monica clutched her stomach as it continued to growl ravenously. She couldn’t believe it—she’d actually forgotten her wallet this morning, and now she had no money to buy lunch! Luckily all the background noise from students chattering and eating in the cafeteria helped hide the gurgling demands coming from her gut from the tinies sitting and eating on the table in front of her, who were currently exchanging war stories from their first few classes.
“…and then she says, ‘if you ever need a tutor, I can teach you all about the digestive system.’ What the hell is wrong with the people here?!” a little brunette pleaded to her tiny peers.
	“Hey you never know, maybe she was being genuine and wanted to help you with your studies?” Daisy offered from behind, towering above the tinies sitting on tabletop in front of her. It was clear even the ever-optimistic Daisy didn’t fully buy into her flimsy glass-half-full suggestion.
	“Yeah, or maybe she wanted to EAT me! Like basically every other girl at this school!” The tiny brunette continued. There were a few quiet murmurs of agreement among the other tinies. “I swear when I go home today I’m telling my mom I’m not coming back!”
	“You can’t just give up so soon! We’re so close to a successful cultural reintegration!” Daisy pleaded. Monica and Jessica rolled their eyes in unison.
	“The only way we’re going to be ‘integrated’ at this school is into the bodies of the psychos who want to digest us!” The brunette replied back frantically. “I don’t care if I have to be homeschooled, at least I’ll be alive!”
	“Why did you even come here if you’re just going to pussy out so quickly?” Jessica questioned the brunette sitting across from her. “I mean don’t you watch the news? You had to be expecting something like this.”
	“I didn’t even want to come, my mom made me.” The girl replied glumly.
	“Yeah me too.” A blonde tiny further down the table said. “She says I can’t stay at home anymore while she’s at work because she’s afraid my kitty Skittles will eat me.” The girl looked down at her miniature lunch (essentially a few crumbs from the various foods on the lunch menu set on a tiny plate) and muttered sadly, “He doesn’t really recognize me anymore…”
	“You guys need to suck it up—for all of our sakes.” Jessica said sternly, chewing her tiny crumb of mashed potatoes. “If you just give up then they win, and they keep on thinking they can just treat tinies like we’re food. We have to show them that we’re not afraid and that we’re just as good as them, or they’ll never respect us.”
	Jessica and the other tinies looked over as a trio of girls walked by the table giggling as they carried their empty trays back to the drop-off station.
	“Anyone up for dessert, girls?” the brunette in front giggled to her friends, looking down at the frightened tinies as they passes by. “Any volunteers?” she offered, using one hand to rub her stomach invitingly.
	Her two friends giggled excitedly in response and began chomping their teeth together tauntingly at the shrunken girls until they’d passed the table.
	“AUGH!” Jessica clutched the sides of her head with both hands and called out in frustration. “It’s so infuriating—we’re people too! If they knew what it was like to be a tiny they’d never treat us like this!”
	“Now come on, you’re ‘cosmically reduced’ not ‘tinies,’ Jessica.” Daisy corrected in a misguided attempt to make the little redhead feel better. “But you’re right, if they better understood the struggle you poor things endure they’d know to be more sensitive to you, but that’s exactly the reason why this school needs reintegration to—”
	“Oh, shut the fuck up, Daisy!” Jessica snapped bitterly, eliciting a quiet gasp from the politically minded girl. “You’re practically just as bad as them—you don’t treat us like we’re people either! To you we’re just these poor pathetic tinies who are so helpless that God forbid we even hear the word ‘tiny’—but that’s what we are! TINIES!! I hate being called ‘cosmically reduced,’ it’s so goddamn condescending! I swear every person I’ve met in the last five years who didn’t want to eat me acts like I’m a lost cause—I’m tired of people treating me like I’m just going to end up in some girl’s toilet in a few years!! We’re just like everyone else, we’re just small—”
	Jessica was interrupted as an especially loud growl emitted behind her from Monica’s stomach. Monica grimaced and clutched her gut sympathetically.
	“Um, you sure you don’t want some of my sandwich, Monica?” Daisy offered, seizing the opportunity to change the subject. Her face was red with embarrassment after being called out so ruthlessly by one of the students she was trying to help.
	“Yeah, that might be a good idea…” Jessica advised glancing over her shoulder up at her hungry friend nervously.
	“Thank Daisy…” Monica smiled and began to reach out for her friend’s half-eaten sandwich when she was suddenly interrupted by a familiar face plopping down next to her on the table bench.
	“Hey Monica!” Rachel chirped happily gazing down at Jessica eagerly. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little buddy?”
	“Oh, uh, hey—Jessica.” Jessica awkwardly introduced herself, a little startled by the sudden appearance of this blonde girl. “Are you one of Monica’s friends?”
	“Something like that.” Rachel smiled sweetly down at the little redhead. Behind Jessica the miniature brunette whimpered quietly, recognizing Rachel from her anatomy class.
	“Get the hell out of here Rachel!” Monica snapped. “You’re not going to—”
	Monica was suddenly interrupted as an exaggerated “Whoooaaah!” rang through the air to Monica’s right. Monica turned just in time to see Becky awkwardly trip and spill a tray full of cafeteria food all over the table. The tinies squeaked in terror as silverware clattered by their heads and food splashed down onto them. Monica and Daisy also got a fair share mashed potatoes splashed onto their sides.
	“Woops, clumsy me!” Becky apologized, an excited grin on her face.
	“Yeah, well watch where you’re—” Monica began until she noticed the peculiar way the raven haired girl was smiling. Monica quickly turned back around to her left. Rachel was gone.
	“…7, 8, 9…9…” Daisy urgently counted as she fished the tinies out of the spilled mess, their tiny hands frantically pushing the emergency buttons on their safety belts as they squeaked desperately. “We’re missing one!”
	“Where’s Jessica?” Monica asked dumbfound just before her mind put the pieces together.
	Rachel.
	“Fuck! Rachel took her!”
	Daisy raised her hand over her mouth in shock and the tiny brunette in her palm gasped. “She’s going to eat her! Oh my god!” the miniature girl squeaked in fear.
	“Daisy! We have to find her, quickly!” Monica pleaded with her horrified friend.
	“I-I have to watch the r-rest of them!” Daisy stammered helplessly. Most of the cafeteria’s attention was fixated their table at this point, hundreds of girls’ eyes watching the scene like buzzards circling a dying animal.
	Monica realized she’d have to do this alone. Her eyes scanned the crowded room but she could find no sign of her teammate. Her mind raced desperately, Where would Rachel go to eat a tiny? Suddenly Monica remembered Rachel’s story of her snack at the movie theatre.
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	Rachel dashed into the girls bathroom and pulled the disoriented redhead out of her back pocket. As soon as Becky had spilled her lunch as according to plan, she’d snatched the tiny girl into her pocket and snuck off during the confusion. Now it was time to claim her prize.
	“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jessica screamed in confusion, extremely disoriented by the barrage of events she’d just experienced.
	“I’ll let you guess that one, Jessica.” Rachel smiled wickedly down at the girl in her hand.
	“No! No please don’t eat me!” Jessica pleaded, more terrified than she’d ever been in her life. The moment she’d always feared was actually happening.
	“Sorry, but a girl’s gotta eat, and my tummy’s just dying to meet you…here, have a listen.” Rachel giggled, lifting up her shirt a bit and pressing the frightened redhead against her smooth athletic stomach.
	Jessica yelped in fear as she was pressed against the soft flesh. She could hear Rachel’s stomach gurgling as it digested the lunch food she’d recently consumed. Jessica skin trembled and began to bead with sweat. “No!”
	“Oh I’m sure you’ll like it once you’re in there, would you like to see how you’ll be leaving?” Rachel grinned deviously down at her prey. Before Jessica could respond she moved the tiny girl behind her body and bent over. She pressed the protesting Jessica against her tightly Capri-jean clad rear and wiggled it against the tiny girl’s body teasingly. “You lucky girl...”
	“Please stop! No more! Stop it!” Jessica screamed as she tried futilely to push herself off her tormentors bottom.
“Very well, if you’re that eager get this over with…” Rachel smiled lifting the poor girl up to eye level with her face. “Time to go in.” Rachel informed Jessica sweetly before opening her mouth as wide as possible in front of her. “Aah!~”
	Jessica screeched as she was slowly brought closer to the sophomore’s gaping maw. In an act of desperation, she turned her head and viciously bit her tiny teeth into Rachel’s clutching finger.
	“OW!!” Rachel yelped, dropping the tiny girl. Jessica was too scared to even scream as she found herself racing down toward the bathroom floor. She landed with a soft thud on the tiled ground and groaned in pain. Jessica silently thanked light mass which had likely protected her from sustaining any serious injuries.
	“Bitch!” Rachel cursed angrily snatching the tiny girl off the ground and raising her back up to eye level. “I’m going to digest you slow for that…”
	Jessica was about to resume her desperate begging when she suddenly remembered her ace in the hole: her safety belt. She’d been too scared to think rationally before.
	“Not today skank!” Jessica yelled out, still terrified but now tingling with adrenaline fueled confidence as well as she pushed the tiny button on her belt.
	Both girls paused. Seemingly nothing happened.
	“Hey, what’s that thing do?” Rachel asked having just noticed the tiny belt, a little wary that she may have must made a huge mistake.
	“W-why isn’t it working?!” Jessica stammered to herself desperate pushing the button in rapid succession. The tiny redhead’s eyes went wide with dread as she inspected the belt. The front device where the button was located looked dented and damaged by her fall. It was broken. “No!!”
	“Well I guess that answers that question.” Rachel commented smugly. “Now lets get you in my belly, dear. I’d like to begin digesting you before gym so I don’t get cramps.”
	Jessica screamed as she was quickly lowered feet first into Rachel’s gaping mouth. The blonde girl wasn’t wasting any time with dramatics this time.
	“No! No-no-no! Please!” Jessica pleaded as her head dropped past Rachel’s pearly white teeth. Warm breath wafted up around Jessica from Rachel’s waiting throat, it smelled of potatoes and gravy. Rachel slowly closed her mouth around the terrified girl and began sloshing saliva over her body with her tongue.
	“Mmmmm…” Rachel hummed enjoying the taste of the struggling girl in her mouth. She was sure Jessica would have tasted better if she’d taken the time to strip her before eating her, but she’d been nervous taking the time to do so would have wasted valuable seconds and gotten her caught. Rachel turned towards the bathroom mirror and watched contently as she sloshed her snack against the inside of her cheek playfully, observing the shifting bulge Jessica was making under her skin.
	“YOU BITCH! DON’T DO THIS!!” Jessica screamed coughing up Rachel’s saliva as she struggled to escape the confines of her tormentors warm mouth. Bracing her feet against Rachel’s back molars, Jessica pushed forward desperately towards the front of the mouth. “Aaauuugh!!”
	Rachel could feel Jessica attempting to escape and her relaxed her bite a bit to humor the doomed girl. Jessica managed to push one arm free from Rachel’s pursed lips and then using it as leverage pulled her head out as well. Now entirely coated in saliva, Jessica sputtered the warm liquid out of her mouth as she took a desperate breath of fresh, the cool temperature outside of Rachel’s maw a brief but appreciated relief. Her eyes readjusting to the light, Jessica stared in horror at the reflection of her head and arm sticking out of Rachel’s lips in the bathroom mirror in front of her.
	“Mm-mm-mm!~” Rachel hummed, wagging her finger in disapproval. Rachel then brought her finger to her mouth and began slowly pushing Jessica’s head back between her lips.
	“PLEASE NO—!” was all Jessica could manage before she was re-enveloped by Rachel’s mouth. Rachel resumed playing with the girl with her tongue for a few moments before she decided it was time to send Jessica down the hatch before somebody discovered her. Using her tongue, Rachel pushed Jessica towards the back of her throat (an act met with much futile resistance and screaming from the redhead) and opened here mouth wide as soon as she felt at least half of the tiny girl entering her throat.
	“Aah!~” Rachel emanated giving her prey one last look at herself and the outside world before she was swallowed down. Jessica screamed in terror at the reflection of her body slowly slipping down the back of the blonde’s throat. Rachel winked cheerfully at the tiny girl’s reflection and prepared to close her mouth and swallow when there was a sudden bang as the bathroom door flew open.
	“RACHEL—!” Monica screamed as she burst into the room spotting teammate. Startled, Rachel turned towards Monica with her mouth still wide open. Slipping over the back of her tongue, Jessica’s tear and saliva soaked eyes went wide as she saw Monica enter the room.
	“MOOONNNIICCCAAAAA—!!” Jessica screamed as Rachel reflexively gulped her down in shock.
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	Monica watched in horror as the bulge that was her new friend traveled down the blonde’s slender throat and disappeared into her body. Rachel touched her throat with her fingers and coughed lightly—she’d been caught of guard and not been fully prepared to the struggling tiny that instant.
	“Oh, hey Monica.” Rachel giggled nervously bracing herself for her teammate’s reaction but also giddy with excitement at the sensation of Jessica still slipping further down into her body.
	“Spit. Her. Out.” Monica commanded through gritted teeth, her mind still too busy processing what she’d just witnessed to react physically yet.
	“Uh, yeah, a little late for that. Afraid the poor thing’s already on her way down.” Rachel replied sweetly tracing Jessica’s descent into her body with her finger playfully. “Aaand…therrreee…she…goes!” Rachel giggled as she felt Jessica’s body slip into her stomach. She then proceeded to pat her tummy proudly.
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	Jessica tried to scream as her body was pulled deeper into Rachel’s body by her powerful throat muscles, but the saliva that had pooled around her rushed into her mouth and prevented her from doing anything but gargling franticly. The esophagus squeezed her so tightly she couldn’t move as she pulled further down past the sounds of Rachel’s beating heart and expanding and contracting lungs. She could also make out the sounds of Rachel’s voice echoing around her as she talked with Monica. Jessica thought she heard Monica say something in response, but it was too muffled to understand.
	Finally, Jessica’s feet reached the closed sphincter at the bottom of Rachel’s esophagus and slowly began to push through. Her feet were immediately met with intense heat and humidity even compared to the esophagus as they entered the blonde’s stomach, and the sensation continued with the rest of her body as it too slipped through the tight sphincter. Though she couldn’t see anything in the complete darkness, Jessica could immediately smell the distinct aromas in Rachel’s stomach. She felt her slip into a waist-high pool of thick, warm mush that stank of gravy and vomit. At about four and a half inches, Jessica’s body wasn’t left with a lot of room to move inside the wrinkled fleshy sack—a prospect that was made even more difficult as the moist walls shifted and contracted to churn their contents. Not that Jessica was trying—her body had entered a frozen state of shock.
	“I’ve been eaten…” the redhead quietly whispered to herself as tears began to roll down her saliva-coated cheeks as her body was rocked side-to-side by her gurgling and groaning prison. This was a scenario she’d envisioned thousands of times since it first came out that girl’s were eating tinies for fun. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d woken up screaming covered in sweat from nightmares of being trapped in a girl’s stomach. Jessica shivered as the muffled sound of Rachel giggling echoed from above her. She’d spent the last five years trying so hard to convince herself and everyone around her that she wasn’t afraid of this exact situation, but now she knew that was a lie. She’d been terrified of being eaten alive since she’d become aware of the phenomenon—and judging from what she was currently experiencing, she’d had very good reason to be. It was more disgusting and frightening than anything her sleeping mind had ever been able to imagine—and now the nightmare was real.
	Jessica was abruptly freed from her melancholic stupor as her prison shook in response to Rachel patting her belly in triumph. Jessica gritted her teeth and scowled as tears poured from her eyes.
	“AAAUUUUGHH!! I’M A HUMAN BEING—LET ME OUT OF HEEERRE!!” Jessica screamed at the top her lungs, doing her best to stand up in the shifting pit. She beat at the fleshy walls with her fists and kicked violently whenever she could establish semi-solid footing. “MONICA!! HEEEELLLLLPP!!”
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	“Ooh!~ It tickles!” Rachel giggled, placing a hand on her stomach to feel Jessica’s struggles as frantic muffled squeaks emanated from within.
	Monica stared dumbfounded at her teammate’s stomach. She couldn’t believe it—Jessica was actually in there, screaming for help, completely at the mercy of Rachel’s—
	Monica’s stomach growled, snapping the brunette back to the reality of the situation. Ignoring the disturbingly inappropriate response her stomach seemed to have towards her friend’s peril, Monica took a step closer to Rachel and raised her fists.
	“I said spit her out Rachel!” Monica yelled menacingly.
	“Sorry, no can do.” Rachel replied haughtily, placing her hands on her hips as Jessica continued to squeak from within her gut. “I’m afraid she’s taken a one-way trip—I can’t afford to jeopardize the quality of my teeth by barfing her up.”
	“I’m serious…” Monica threatened, now trembling a bit with anger. “Let her out or I’ll make you do it.”
	“Oh well that’s a different story!” Rachel replied in faux astonishment, lifting a hand to her breast as if offended. “You can have her back in a few hours—I’ll make sure not to flush.” the blonde girl said as she grinned deviously.
	“RAAUUGH!!” Monica yelled furiously as she threw herself forward and tackled Rachel to the ground. Inside, Jessica didn’t even have time to scream as she felt her entire world suddenly shift and then slam to an abrupt halt, an action that caused the digesting bile to splash all over her.
	“OW!! You stupid bi—!” Rachel cursed as she tried to pull herself off the ground only to be interrupted by Monica sitting down hard on her chest and pulling her hair painfully. Unfortunately Monica didn’t realize that she was placing her body weight exactly above where Jessica was trapped inside Rachel’s body. Jessica tried to scream when she suddenly had the wind knocked out of her as weight of Monica’s behind pressed down on her humid prison. Jessica lay painfully pinned between two fleshy stomach walls, actually able to roughly make out the shape of the brunette’s butt cheeks from the varying degrees of pressure weighing down on her. Had she been in a less panicked state of mind, Jessica might have been thankful that Monica had landed so that Jessica was slightly aligned with the girl’s ass crack, as she would have likely been crushed to death if she’d been directly under one of her swimming-toned buns.
	Rachel yelped as Monica continued to yank her hair with one hand while she tried to pry open the blonde’s mouth with the other. Managing to shake her jaw free from Monica’s grip momentary, Rachel spit viciously in her teammate’s face. The projectile saliva struck Monica just below the eye, failing to faze her from her determined purpose. Taking advantage of Rachel temporarily lowering her guard, Monica struck the blonde in the face with her fist, dazing her. Moving quickly, Monica yanked open the girl’s mouth with one hand and shoved her finger to the back of her throat with the other.
	Rachel lurched up, throwing Monica off her as she instinctively hunched over, opened her mouth and heaved.
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	Jessica breathed in the foul stomach air with new appreciation feeling the crushing weight of Monica’s derriere lifted off of her. Before she could even regain her bearings, she screamed as she felt body and the bile surrounding her suddenly rocket upwards at alarming speed.
	The tiny redhead squeaked as she shot up her devourer’s throat towards the light visible from behind the girl’s pearly white teeth. Jessica landed painfully in a torrent of half-digested bile on the hard tile floor, her body rolling and sliding rapidly through the expanding pool of vomit as she slowly came to a stop.
	Acting quickly, Monica snatched up her miniature barf-coated friend and held her protectively near her breast.
	“Monica… You saved me…” Jessica panted weakly in the girl’s hands, her heart still beating exhaustingly fast from the experience.
	“Looks like you owe me one.” Monica smiled sweetly down to her smelly friend, sincerely glad she’d been able to rescue her.
	“You cunt!” Rachel cursed between rasping breaths, still hunched over on the ground above the pool of vomit. “Do you know how bad puking is for your teeth?!”
	“Wow, I feel so sorry for you.” Monica replied condescendingly before turning to leave. “By the way you can find your own fucking ride home today. C’mon, lets get you cleaned up, Jessica.” Monica stated as she pushed the door open and exited the bathroom.
	“Oh you get back here you—!” Rachel began before gagging and vomiting another mouthful of half-digested lunch onto the bathroom floor.
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	Monica hurried to a different bathroom in the building far enough that she was confident Rachel wouldn’t find them. The brunette tipped her palm towards the edge of the sink so that Jessica could slide off and down the rounded bowl. Once Jessica got to her feet near the grated drain, Monica turned the water on to a light lukewarm stream for her friend to wash off.
	“Man, I am SO sorry about that…” Monica apologized to her tiny friend as she washed off the residual bile Jessica had tracked on her hands in the adjacent sink. “I shouldn’t have let me guard down at the lunch table.”
	Jessica bent forward slightly and let the pouring water wash over the front of her filthy body before withdrawing and throwing her wet hair back. She glanced up at her rescuer with a stern look. “Hey, you saved my life! It’s not your fault that crazy bitch wanted to eat me…I’m just glad to be out of there.” she explained, shivering slightly at the memory. Jessica walked under the torrent of water for a second time and back out again. Upon exiting, she glanced down at her soaked top, grabbing the water-heavy fabric and giving it a sniff with her tiny nose.
	“Yuck!” Jessica gagged, retching her head backwards with her tongue sticking out. “Ugh…I’m never going to get that bitch’s smell off this…” Jessica glanced up at Monica, blushing slightly with embarrassment. “Uh, do you mind if I…?”
	It took Monica a moment to figure out what her tiny friend was talking about before responding. “Oh—yeah go for it. I don’t care if I see your underwear.”
	Jessica looked down sheepishly. “I’m actually not, uh, wearing any underwear.” the tiny redhead explained. “Honestly half of my wardrobe comes from my old Barbie dolls…they make custom clothing for tinies but it’s kind of expensive and none of bras or panties really fit very good…”
	Now it was Monica’s turn to blush slightly. “Oh! Well still, it’s no big deal. If you want I won’t look.” It wasn’t as if Monica had never seen a naked girl before or that she was attracted to girls, she just felt a little awkward seeing a friend completely nude within a few hours of meeting them.
	“No, it’s okay…” Jessica blushed further, turning her back to Monica and lifting her top off. Throwing the stinking moist rag aside, Jessica proceeded to wiggle her hips slightly as she pulled off her pants and kicked them in the same direction.
	Monica glanced at the tiny redhead’s nude body from behind. The girl had fairly pale skin, most likely due to being inside for the majority of the past five years, and Monica could make out light freckling across the girl’s body. Jessica’s tiny butt seemed firm but shapely, and as the girl turned to reenter the miniature waterfall, the brunette noticed that her friend possessed a modest sized but impressively perky pair of tits as well—they would have been a bit larger than Monica’s had the two girls been of proportionate size. Monica noted that it was a shame her new friend had been shrunken down, she would have likely done quite well in the regular world.
	Monica coughed a little awkwardly as she decided to fill the silence, “So hey, I don’t want to rush you or anything, but we’re actually late for our next class by about eight minutes right now…”
	“Like fuck if I’m going back to class to be leered at by the psychos at this school…” Jessica stated matter of factly as she emerged from the pouring water. “Lets ditch.”
	“Yeah, you see I would…” Monica said awkwardly scratching the back of her head, “…buuut I’ve already skipped a bunch of classes this semester and I’m kind of worried about my grades.” Monica explained honestly. “Y’know, college and all.”
	“Oh. I understand.” Jessica replied, twisting her long red hair to squeeze some of the water out.
	“You want me to take you back to the main office? I’m sure they’ll understand you taking the rest of the day off if you explain what happened.”
	“Ugh…” Jessica muttered thinking the option over in her head. “I mean I’m kind of okay with you seeing me naked because we’re friends…right?”
	“Totally.” Monica nodded.
	“Yeah, well I’m not really comfortable being naked around just anybody…” the tiny girl explained. Body-shame was among the many secret insecurities Jessica developed from being shrunk. “…and there’s no way I’m putting those nasty clothes back on.”
	“So what do you want to do?” Monica asked, glancing up at the clock on the wall and noting her tardiness growing by the second.
	“Augh! It’s so frustrating! I told myself I’d make it through one day of school!” Jessica cursed, biting her lip. “But I really don’t think I can take any more abuse today after…yeah…”
	“Well how about this,” Monica offered, “what if I hide you in my pocket and take you with me to class? That way you can still say you made it to all your classes, and I’ll just tell everyone you got reassigned to a different buddy.”
	“You clever bitch!” Jessica grinned up at her giant friend. “Looks like I owe you again!”
	Monica smiled briefly before her stomach growled loudly, changing her expression to one of discomfort. The realization struck her that she’d missed her chance to eat anything at lunch. The brunette clutched her gut and grimaced.
	“Ooh…seems like my belly can think of at least one way you can repay me…” Monica joked, smiling weakly. The swimmer glance down to see Jessica staring at the ground with her arms crossed, visibly uncomfortable. It was clear the tiny girl didn’t find the joke funny anymore. “Sorry….too soon?” Monica apologized sheepishly, lowering her palm next to Jessica.
	“Yeah, just a little…” Jessica muttered hopping onto the giant hand.
	“C’mon, lets get to class…” Monica said awkwardly slipping the tiny nude girl into her side pocket and exiting the bathroom.
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	The next class went smoothest so far for Jessica, thanks to the fact that none of the girls could see her as well as vice versa. It was a little cramped and hot in Monica’s pocket, as pockets on girl-jeans are mostly for show and not use, but it helped the tiny redhead some that she wasn’t wearing her clothes. Additionally, Jessica could still make out most of what the teacher was saying through the fabric and got a sufficient amount of information out of the lesson plan to feel caught up with the class.
	By this point in the day word had spread amongst the students as to which girls were carrying tinies with them. Still, most of her classmates believed Monica when she explained that tiny had been reassigned to a different student lack of compatibility, as those who knew her knew she wasn’t usually the type to volunteer for these kind of things. The few that remained suspicious watched her carefully throughout the class, but they didn’t seem to get any closer to discovering Jessica’s hiding place by the time the bell rang.
	“You doing okay down there?” Monica whispered discreetly as she walked down the hall towards her next class.
	Jessica raised her arm slightly over the rim of her friend’s pocket, giving her a thumbs up of approval.
	“Awesome, just one more class and we’re done…” Monica muttered half to herself. “Maybe then I can get some food in me…”
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	Rachel studied her face in the locker room mirror. There didn’t seem to be a bruise forming where Monica had punched her, so she sighed with relief and walked back towards her locker. She’d already rinsed her mouth out over 20 times since she’d puked after lunch; she’d actually gone to the trouble of tracking down a classmate with a mini mouth wash bottle in their purse, an effort that took her half of the previous class. The blonde had concluded that her pearly whites would survive the traumatic event, but she still was still biter about her throat slightly burning and her breath still smelling a bit. Not to mention the fact that she was now pretty hungry after losing her meal—both the food and the girl.
	Rachel hadn’t given up yet though, she wasn’t the kind of girl to take losing well. There was one last opportunity available to her: gym class. It was the only class the two swimmers actually shared, and Rachel had made sure to get to the locker room early so as to ensure she’d get another shot at revenge and a meal. As of yet, Monica had not arrived.
	Rachel reached her locker and leaned her back against it before glancing down at her friend Becky who she also shared the class with. Becky’s raven black hair hung down over her face as she hunched to remove her pants and put on her gym shorts.
	“Ugh, I can’t wait Monica to bring that tasty little thing in here…I was so damn close, I gotta have her now…” Rachel muttered.
	“Wait, you didn’t hear?” Becky asked without looking up, now focused on retying her shoes. “Apparently the little snack got reassigned.”
	“What? Bullshit.” Rachel said as her eyebrows raised in alarm. “No way she’s letting that tiny out of her sight after what went down at lunch…”
	“Well that’s what I heard.” Becky continued, still not looking up.
	Rachel was about to protest further when she noticed Monica finally enter the room.
	“Well lets make sure…” Rachel muttered determinedly as she started to pace toward the brunette.
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	Monica groaned quietly as she noticed Rachel rapidly approaching her. She’d realized on the way to the gym that she’d probably have to deal with the aftermath of their earlier scuffle, but she still wasn’t looking forward to it.
	“Where’s your little friend?” Rachel asked with faux concern. “Somebody else gobble her up already?”
	“She got reassigned.” Monica replied straight-faced. “Being around me was reminding her too much of what happened—no thanks to you.”
	“Too bad…” Rachel replied non-chalantly, hiding her disappointment. “…I was really hoping to have seconds.” Rachel began to walk past Monica. “Guess there’s always tomorrow!” Rachel chirped happily as she intentionally shoulder-checked her teammate as she walked by, causing the brunette to stumble.
	The sudden shock startled Jessica causing her to yelp in surprise. Immediately realizing her error, the tiny redhead clasped her hands over her mouth, too late.
	Rachel paused and looked back at Monica re-stabilize herself with wide eyes of surprise. Monica pulled herself upright and tried to act as if nothing happened.
	“…what was that?” Rachel asked, still staring at the girl intently.
	“What?” Monica bluffed, feeling slightly more nervous.
	Rachel’s eyes lowered to Monica’s pocket. “Mind if I take a look in your pockets?”
	“Actually I do.” Monica stated firmly. “In fact, I’m done talking with you all together.”
	“Well if that’s the way you feel…” Rachel replied smiling, taking a step closer to the brunette. She’d figured her teammate out. “You know you’re going to have to take those pants off anyway though, we’re running the mile today.”
	Monica cursed silently—she’d entirely forgotten they had to run a mile today, and Coach Fern was strict about wearing the gym shorts during running days. The girl walked towards her locker silently and stood there awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what to do.
	“Well aren’t you gonna change?” Rachel asked in a faux concerned voice. “Are you shy?”
	The blonde girl’s words gave Monica an idea. “Actually, yes, I am.” she answered coolly and carried her gym shorts into one of the bathroom stalls and shut the door behind, much to Rachel’s confusion and dismay.
	Monica dropped her pants carefully to avoid hurting Jessica, hung them up on a hook on the stall door with the tiny girl still in the pocket, and exhaled nervously. She had a plan, but it wasn’t a very good plan, and she knew for a fact that Jessica wasn’t going to like it. Her gym shorts had no pockets, so as far as Monica could tell she had three options. Option one was leaving Jessica her jean pocket and leaving her in her locker until she returned from running the mile. However, Monica knew for a fact that Rachel knew her locker combination, and the blonde was definitely planning on searching through her things as soon as she left the locker room, ruling out that option. Option two was, well, swallowing Jessica and coughing her up after the run. Monica was actually still half considering this option but she knew it would probably traumatize the poor girl even further than she already had been today. Additionally, Monica wasn’t sure if the acids in her stomach would start to digest Jessica before the run was over, meaning she’d have to find a safer place to store the tiny redhead. Which brought her to option three…
	Monica glanced over her shoulder at her behind and bit her lip anxiously. Yeah, Jessica wasn’t going to like this plan.
	Monica quietly plucked the little naked girl out of her pocket and gave her a nervous look.
	“What’s the plan??” Jessica whispered anxiously, clearly still trying to come up with a solution to their predicament.
	Monica continued to bite her lip anxiously before finally whispering, “Man, I’m so sorry about this…”
	Monica moved the girl so that she was now being held behind her back. Jessica stared back at her protector in confusion, but she waited to say anything until she’d figured out what the giant girl was planning. Monica took a deep breath to muster some confidence in her plan, then used her free hand to pull back the elastics on the back of her gym shorts and panties.
	Jessica stared down with concern at Monica’s slightly exposed buns. “Hey, uh, what are you doing…?” Jessica asked in a slightly louder whisper. “….Monica??”
	Monica didn’t say anything (she knew there was nothing she could say to get Jessica willingly onboard this plan,) and quickly lowered the girl towards her waiting derriere.
	“Hey wait—No! No way!!” Jessica squeaked beginning to figure out what was going on as she drew closer to the brunette’s bottom.
	Monica closed her eyes with concentration in an attempt to tone out the protests of her miniature friend, and began carefully tucking the squirming redhead in between her smooth, peach-colored buns.
	Jessica squealed as despite her best efforts she was pushed down between the soft flesh. “I’m not okay with this Monica! STOP!!” A moment later and only the miniature girls tiny head was slightly exposed at the top of Monica’s butt crack, the rest of her hidden between the brunette’s athletic cheeks.
	Monica glanced back apologetically and clenched carefully to hold Jessica in place before releasing the elastics and trapping the tiny girl in the darkness of her panties.
	Monica picked up her pants and tried to look casual as she carried them back to her locker without making eye-contact with Rachel, inwardly very aware peculiar sensations being induced by her miniature friend squirming around between her buns as she exited the locker room and walked out onto the track.
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	“Now I don’t want to see anybody walking…if you get tired you jog!” Coach Fern instructed, pacing before her students lined up at the starting line. “And don’t think you can get away with just running one lap and pretending you finished—I’m watching all of you!”
	Monica paced anxiously in place, waiting for Fern to stop talking so she could get the mile over with. Monica wasn’t a bad runner, but she vastly preferred swimming—and the sooner she was done with her two laps the sooner she could let Jessica out.
	Monica bit her lip. She felt bad about it, but she was actually starting to enjoy having Jessica back there. The girl’s squirms against her rump had felt odd at first but once she’d gotten used to them it had actually begun to feel quite pleasurable. Zoning out from Fern’s instructions due to the peculiar sensations, Monica clenched her cheeks around her unhappy friend a few times instinctively not realizing what she was doing until a tiny squeak of protest emitted from behind her.
	The Korean girl lined up to the right of Monica stared at the brunette’s shorts then made eye contact with her in confusion.
	“Um, excuse me.” Monica improvised in embarrassment. “The cafeteria food today made me kind of gassy…”
	The Asian student raised an eyebrow then shuffled a few inches further away from the brunette. Monica sighed in relief and glanced to her left where Rachel was positioned a few students apart from her. Rachel wasn’t looking at her, instead she seemed to be deep in frustrated though—it seemed as if she’d expected to find more in Monica’s locker.
	“Ready, GO!!” Coach Fern yelled, catching Monica by surprise. The brunette set out with a brisk pace and pulled into the most forward third of the class, leaving the slower students behind. Normally she probably would have relaxed a bit more and stuck with the middle pack of girls, but she felt guilty about putting Jessica through this felt she owed it to the tiny to get this over with quickly.
	Not that she wasn’t personally enjoying it—her butt felt even better now that she was running. Each stride she took caused her buns to shift and slide against each other, in the process rubbing against Jessica’s trapped body as well. Monica guiltily pondered why girls bothered eating tinies when they could just use them for this.
	The sun shown brightly above as Monica finished her first lap. By this point she was really feeling the burn and panting hard, a layer of warm sweat coating her skin. Despite being tired, Monica was in no mood to stop, she was having an amazing time. As Monica’s body had begun to secrete sweat during the first lap, Jessica was experiencing the phenomenon known as “swamp ass” first hand—the pooling of sweat around and between a person’s butt crack. Unable to escape thanks to the constant trapping friction of Monica’s shifting buns, Jessica had quickly become coated in the warm salty liquid. Acting as a natural lubricant for the brunette’s soft bottom, the sweat caused Jessica to slip further and further down the fleshy crevasse with each stride, much to the redhead’s dismay and Monica’s pleasure. Monica had considered pausing to discreetly readjust Jessica and spare her the humiliation of slipping further into her ass, but hesitated because of how pleasurable it felt—ultimately rationalizing to herself that the tiny girl would only end up slipping down again and decided to just let it happen. Monica panted with exhaustion and pleasure as she rounded the first bend of her final lap—her nethers quickly moistening with more than just sweat.
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	For Jessica, the experience had been far less agreeable. As soon as Monica had tucked the tiny girl in her behind and sealed her in with her panties, the unpleasantness had already begun. Enveloped by darkness as Monica had left the stall to exit the locker room, the first thing Jessica noticed was the smell. The brunette’s butt seemed clean enough, but at Jessica’s size and proximity to it, there was definitely an evident odor. The strongest scent was still the sort of flowery smell that Jessica had experienced earlier on the skin of Monica’s hand throughout the day (which she suspected originated from the girl’s brand of soap or body wash,) but there was a distinct secondary odor that smelled lightly of farts. Jessica had cringed in disgust and attempted to breathe through her mouth as the surrounding flesh had rubbed lightly against her body in unison with Monica’s strides toward the field, but her claustrophobic anxiety quickly denied her that luxury as her lungs demanded more air than she them without using her nose as well.
	Things had only gotten worse after Monica reached the track. Jessica had relaxed as best she could as Monica had waited at the starting line to begin the two laps, taking advantage of the momentary break in friction against her body. However, the tiny redhead suddenly found herself rudely startled as Monica’s behind suddenly began clenching and unclenching around her body rhythmically. Luckily a yelp of protest had put the harassment to a stop, but Jessica was still left wondering exactly what was going through her new friend’s head that made her think it was okay to treat her this way.
	Jessica’ heart leapt into her throat as Monica had sprinted from the starting line. Her situation had become considerably more disagreeable as the brunette dashed across the track, each stride sending goosebumps through her chest like she was on the drop of a roller coaster while Monica’s shifting buns roughly rubbed against her from both sides.
	However things didn’t become truly unpleasant until the sweat had begun to gather. Jessica had actually broke into her own sweat first as restless buns sliding across her began to get gradually warmer as blood pumped through Monica’s body. It was only after Jessica was uncomfortably warm and coated in her own secretions that the brunette’s skin began to bead with sweat. Jessica gagged as the unpleasant scent emanating from the swimmer’s derriere amplified with the addition of her warm sweat to the swampy mix.
Once the tiny redhead was completely drenched in the brunette’s sweat it became clear to her that she was quickly descending deeper into Monica’s crevasse. Though she attempted to resist, Jessica soon found herself fighting a losing battle as her entire body was now trapped between the sophomore’s hot and smothering moist buns. Jessica squeaked in protest, hoping for Monica to rescue her, but the brunette kept her pace undeterred. The heat was unbearable with her head trapped between Monica’s cheeks, and the odor only worsened as Jessica slipped further down the fleshy chasm. In the humid darkness, Jessica soon found her head rubbing less smooth surface than before. The tiny girl retched and tried to pull herself away from what she suddenly realized was Monica’s puckered anus, but by this point her body had settled at the bottom of Monica’s panties, pinned beneath the running girl’s crotch. Jessica was trapped with her pinned against the brunette’s anus and the rest of her body laying underneath her vagina. Jessica repeatedly gagged as her head continued to brush against the foul sphincter with each stride, the fart smell here worse than ever. With no frame of reference, the trapped redhead could only pray that Monica was nearing the end of the mile.
Meanwhile, Monica’s pleasure was quickly multiplying. She could feel Jessica’s tiny head covered in silky red hair brushing gently against her anus, and the sensation felt amazing. She blushed with embarrassment as she noticed her sex was rapidly secreting its juices onto the rest of Jessica’s body pinned beneath it. Maybe she won’t notice, Monica silently hoped.
Jessica did notice. The miserable redhead yelped in surprise as she detected a different salty liquid begin to drip onto her lower body from the swimmer’s lower lips. Is she actually getting off on this?? Jessica wondered, not sure whether she was more confused, disgusted or outraged. However the momentary lowering of her guard caused the tiny redhead to miss her cue to attempt pull her head away from the brunette’s anus in unison with her latest stride, causing her head to be shoved forward and partially submerged into the repulsive orifice. Jessica screamed in shock and disgust as she found herself buried up to her nose in Monica’s poop-shoot.
Conversely, the sudden penetration of Jessica’s head into her anal sphincter caused Monica to gasp and skip suddenly, interrupting her athletic as her body tingled and juices gushed from her lower lips onto the tiny girl.
“Ooh…” Monica quietly moaned between panting breaths as she rounded the last bend of her final lap, feeling a squirming Jessica manage free her tiny head from the comparatively giant asshole. “Mm…” Monica hummed quietly as she jogged down the final stretch, suddenly feeling simultaneously invigorated and extremely relaxed—she’d never experienced an orgasm like that in her life.
Perhaps allowing herself to relax a little too much, the swimmer noticed a slight build up of pressure in her rectum. Monica bit her lip anxiously trying hard to resist the temptation to just let one rip on top of poor Jessica. It wasn’t due to any desire to be cruel to the tiny girl, Monica’s body just felt so at peace right now, and the impatient fart nagging to be let out was ruining the sensation. Monica quickly justified to herself that if she was discreet enough Jessica might not even notice. Slowing her pace to very light jog, Monica exhaled softly as she gently released the warm gas from her behind.
Already gagging from her recent introduction to Monica’s anus, Jessica yelped in shock as a faint hiss emanated near her head as the brunette’s bottom wafted humid air into her face. Jessica almost vomited as soon as the overwhelming smell reached her nose. “DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST FART ON ME?!” the tiny redhead squeaked in disgusted outrage from the bottom of Monica’s panties.
	Monica hummed contentedly as she skipped across the finish line and slowed her pace to a stop. The reinvigorated squirming and muffled squeak that had sprung from beneath her derriere moments ago seemed to indicate that the pinned redhead had in fact noticed her recent…expulsion. Monica noted that she’d have to deal with the awkward aftermath of this latest incident very soon, but she tried not to worry about it. There was nothing she could do now, what was done was done.
	Out of pure instinctive curiosity, Monica checked to make sure no one was looking before discreetly bringing her hand near her bum then up towards her nose. A tiny whiff was all the encouragement the brunette needed to recoil her head away in revulsion. It was a truly foul odor, and Monica giggled quietly upon realizing it was surely magnitudes worse for Jessica at point blank with nowhere to escape. She really did feel bad for the poor girl—Jessica had enough issues with disrespect from regular people, and the tiny redhead was likely feeling justifiably furious and humiliated right now. Still, the swimmer couldn’t help but find it a little funny that the naked tiny was trapped in her underwear with her fart right now and hoped that Jessica could eventually be convinced to see the humor in the situation.
	Reentering the locker room, Monica continued to avoid acknowledging Rachel (who was again observing her intently,) and retrieved her jeans from her locker. Monica noted that things had been moved around a bit—Rachel had definitely searched her possessions in an attempt to find Jessica like she’d predicted she would. Monica smiled as she dropped her gym shorts and began to pull her jeans back on. Her plan had worked but it wasn’t safe to retrieve Jessica from under her derriere yet—it would be wiser to relocate to a different bathroom on campus where Rachel wasn’t watching her every move. Besides, aside from her guilt Monica wasn’t really possessed by any pressing urge to be rid of her little redheaded butt toy. It still felt pretty good to have her down there.
	“I thought you were too shy to change outside of the stalls.” Rachel commented dryly, her voice dripping with resentment, still unsure how her teammate had been able to outsmart her.
	“I guess running the mile gave me some confidence.” Monica replied smugly pulling her jeans over her panty clad rear and buckling her belt, not entirely lying—she was feeling pretty damn great right now.
	Monica then turned and left the locker room without another word, unaware that she’d missed an important detail.
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	Monica pushed open the door to the girls bathroom near the science lab and peaked inside. Empy—perfect.
	Monica ducked inside and headed over to the sink. She’d chosen to seek out the furthest possible bathroom from the gym rationalizing that it would be the safest from Rachel, but shamefully, the brunette was quite aware she was just trying to maximize her time left with Jessica trapped under her bum—but Jessica didn’t need to know that. After turning on the sink faucet, Monica sighed sadly and reached down the back of her pants and panties to retrieve Jessica. Securing the tiny redhead (who had given up squirming some minutes ago,) in her hand, Monica lifted her out of her pants and brought her in front of her for inspection.
	The miniature nude girl looked like hell. Her skin unpleasantly sticky with Monica’s dried sweat and vaginal juices, and her previously silk hair was matted and tangled with the same foul residue. Additionally, the girl was rubbed red in many places from the constant friction of Monica’s buns, and she reeked of, well, ass. However the worst of it was the grim expression on Jessica’s face. Her bloodshot eyes glared with searing hatred at the brunette, her green irises fixed and unrelenting in their intensity.
	“Um, hey…” Monica began nervously, bracing for the deserved verbal lashing she knew was coming. “Are you, uh, okay?”
	Jessica didn’t respond verbally, instead silently pointing down at the bathroom sink commandingly, her death stare not wavering in the slightest.
	“Yeah, sure…” Monica replied meekly, placing the filthy naked girl into the sink bowl beside the flowing water. Her expression unchanged, Jessica trudged unenthusiastically forward until she stood directly under the gushing torrent and stood there motionless as the water washed over for about 20 seconds. Finally Jessica emerged from the tiny waterfall, looking significantly less grimy but and slightly less irate.
	“Do you want any soap?” Monica offered awkwardly, eager to get back in the tiny girl’s good graces. To her dismay Jessica’s expression snapped back to its previous fury as the soaked redhead simultaneous looked up and made eye contact before nodding once solemnly. Monica sighed quietly and pushed the button on the mounted soap dispenser, catching a handful of the pleasant smelling goo with her opposite palm. Monica lowered her handful of soap down to Jessica, and the tiny girl set about humorlessly grabbing handfuls of he cleaning solution and rubbing it on her wet body until she was covered in white foam. Jessica then paced back the running water and rinsed herself off thoroughly, emerging moments later.
	“Towel.” Jessica commanded her giant friend dourly, almost as angry as before but at least willing to speak now. Monica quickly tore off a tiny corner of paper towel from the nearby dispenser and handed it down to her soaked buddy. Monica exhaled anxiously as Jessica began to silently towel herself off.
	“Jessica…” Monica began, trying to choose her words carefully. “You have every right to be mad at me, but I just want you to know that I’m so, so sorry about what happened back there…I just didn’t know what else to do.”
	“Didn’t know what to do??” Jessica hissed bitterly up at her betrayer through gritted teeth. “How about next the time you don’t know what to do, you don’t stick me in your ass! Do you have any idea how degrading that was?!”
	“Jessica I was trying to help you!” Monica protested, blushing lightly with shame. “I had to hide you somewhere Rachel couldn’t find you—she knows my locker combination!”
	“And you couldn’t think of anywhere besides your nasty ass?!” Jessica demanded. “Why didn’t you just—I don’t know—put me in your bra or something!”
	Monica’s eyebrows raised in realization. She hadn’t thought of that.
	“I’m sorry—I guess I panicked, okay??” Monica explained apologetically. ‘I thought it was the best way to protect you!”
	“You didn’t even ASK me!!” Jessica yelled angrily. “You just picked me up and shoved me back there without even telling me what was going on—even though I was begging for you to stop!!”
	“Listen, I’m sorry okay!” Monica responded defensively. “I feel terrible about the whole thing! I didn’t like doing that to you!”
	“Could have fooled me…” Jessica growled bitterly. “…There was plenty of evidence down there that said otherwise!” the tiny girl snapped, pointing angrily towards Monica’s crotch, causing the larger girl to blush bright red with shame.
	“I…” Monica looked down at the floor and paused to collect herself. “While you were back there I guess all the friction made your head start to stimulate my, uh, butt….and, well, your hair is like, really soft and it felt really good when it was rubbing against my—“
	“AUGH!! STOP!—I don’t want to hear about it!!” Jessica yelled indignantly shutting her eyes tight and covering her ears with her hands. “I don’t even want to think about it!...I don’t want to remember that hell ever again for the rest of my life!!”
	“I’m just saying it was an accident!” Monica pleaded desperately, her face still red with shame. “I didn’t know that was going to happen!”
	“Okay, then explain what happened after!” the tiny redhead demanded pointing accusingly, her own face now turning red recalling her humiliation. “When you ripped a fart right on top of me—like you didn’t even care that I was down there!!”
	“That was an accident too, it just slipped out!” Monica lied desperately, her face managing to somehow turn even redder.
	“Yeah right, like you couldn’t have held it—you just didn’t care! ‘Oh, she won’t mind if I just fart all over her, she’s a tiny, she’s used to this kind of treatment!’” Jessica muttered bitterly as she began to pace around in the sink angrily. “UGH!! I just can’t take it! In one day—on my FIRST day—!....I’ve been swallowed, barfed up, cummed on and farted on!—and half of that shit was done to me by you!!” Jessica sniped furiously at Monica, the brunette becoming more and more crestfallen with every word. “You don’t respect me at all. I can’t believe I actually thought you were different from the other girls at this school…”
	Monica felt her eyes well up with moisture as the tiny girls words stung her like a dagger through the heart. Without thinking Monica suddenly snatched up the naked redhead and clutched her miniature body to her bosom protectively, eliciting a surprised gasp from Jessica.
	“Jessica I do respect you!” Monica promised, unable to look down at the tiny girl out of fear that she’d burst into tears. “I think you’re one of the coolest people I’ve ever met—you’re not afraid to speak your mind, and you don’t take bullshit from anyone! I don’t care that you’re a tiny, in fact I think it’s awesome…Even when everyone here treated you awful, you were still determined to prove you could make it! You might be tiny compared to the bitches at this school…but you’re bigger where it counts.”
	Jessica remained motionless and wide-eyed, still pressed against the brunette’s bosom. Finally a grin formed on her face and she looked up at her emotional friend affectionately. “Yeah you’re right—my cock is huge.” the tiny redhead joked.
	Monica bust out laughing, the sudden release causing her to lose focus and allow a single tear to roll down her cheek. She held out her tiny friend in front of her and smiled at her fondly.
	“Do you forgive me?”
	“On one condition,” Jessica instructed with a grin on her face, “never make a corny speech like that again, I’d rather crawl back into your butt than listen to that sappy crap.” she joked.
	Monica giggled and raised a finger to her lips innocently. “Well can I take you up on that? Because I wasn’t lying when I said it felt really good…” the brunette joked back.
	Jessica raised a cautionary eyebrow at her friend. “Don’t push your luck, bitch.”
	“Joking!...” Monica giggled pulling the tiny girl against her chest again lovingly. “…next time I’m just going to shove you in my pussy.”
	“Aah, much better…” Jessica replied rolling her eyes, unable to resist smirking at the tasteless joke.
	Suddenly the duo’s friendly euphoria was interrupted as Monica’s stomach roared with discomfort causing them both to freeze in their tracks. Monica grimaced then glanced down at Jessica and smiled weakly.
	“…Wanna get something to eat? I’m buying.” Monica offered.
	“Sure, my mom said she’d be a little late picking me up anyway.” Jessica agreed. “Lucky for you I’m a cheap date.” The tiny girl’s meals were practically crumbs.
	Excited by the prospect of finally getting some food in her starving belly, Monica hurried out of the bathroom with her miniature friend in hand.
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	“Ugh! Where is it??” Monica whined miserably as she desperately dug through her backpack and pockets, searching for the key to her mom’s van. Her stomach roared, begging to be filled.
	Perched on the brunette’s shoulder, Jessica shrugged and tried to offer some advice. “Maybe you accidentally left it somewhere, where was the last place you remember seeing it?
	“I don’t know!” Monica pouted. “I know it was with my stuff in my locker during—”
	Monica froze, her eyes growing wide. Her locker. Rachel.
	“That bitch!!” Monica exclaimed angrily, pulling out her cell phone. “I’m going to kill her!”
	“Wow, she stole your keys? I thought you guys were like, friends or something—though I can’t understand why.” Jessica commented as she watched her giant friend dial Rachel’s number on her smart phone.
	“We’re not.” Monica growled bitterly lifting the device to her ear and impatiently listening to the digital ring.
	“Hello?~ Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” the faux sweet voice of the blonde swimmer chirped out of the phone’s receiver. It was clear Rachel had been anticipating this call. Jessica cringed as her tiny ears just barely picked up the sound of Rachel’s voice—she still remembered all too well what it was like to be trapped in the sweltering darkness of the girl’s stomach.
	“Give me my fucking phone back Rachel!!” Monica demanded angrily.
	“Well, well, well…it seems like I have something you want, and you have something I want.” Rachel taunted. “How about we meet up and make a little trade?”
	“Just tell me where you are so I can come kick your ass.” Monica threatened fiercely.
	Rachel simply giggled in response. “Now c’mon, Monica, lets be mature about this. I’ll be down in the storage room waiting. If you don’t bring my little ginger snack you won’t be getting your keys back. See you soon!” Rachel chirped before hanging up.
	“Ugh.” Monica grunted in frustration, depositing her phone in her back pocket. “Here, I’m gonna drop you off at the main office before I head down there. You’re not going to be missing much—besides me murdering this bitch.”
	“No, I want to help!” Jessica demanded, crossing her arms in determination. “That slut tried to eat me—I want payback.”
	“It could be dangerous…” Monica cautioned, a little hesitant about bringing the tiny girl with her.
	“I’ll be okay.” Jessica promised. “I want to do whatever I can to teach this bitch that I’m not on the menu….and even if I can’t do anything to help it’ll be fun to see you kick her skinny ass.” Jessica grinned.
	Monica smiled, her little friend having thoroughly convinced her. “Well alright then, lets go bust some heads.” she replied, pocketing the tiny girl and heading for the storage room.
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	The storage room was located underground on the school basement level. Monica suspected this was why Rachel had chosen it to be their meeting place—they weren’t likely to run into anyone down here and if there was a struggle it was doubtful that anyone would hear it.
	Monica walked down the dark hall towards the room with Jessica in her pocket, ready to be ambushed at any moment. To the girls relief, they made it to the room without incident, where Rachel was sitting confidently upon a desk.
	“Took you long enough.” Rachel commented, holding out her palm expectantly. “Where my food?”
	“You’re not getting her, so just give me my keys back Rachel!” Monica demanded advancing on her teammate quickly.
	“I had a feeling you weren’t going to bring her.” Rachel commented in a slightly disappointed tone, hopping off the desk. “Well at least I’ll get to kick your ass as payback for earlier.”
	Monica continued to march towards Rachel angrily when she suddenly stopped in tracks. It had suddenly dawned on her that she wouldn’t be able to fight Rachel very effectively with Jessica in her pocket. If they ended on the ground (which she was fairly sure they would,) the tiny girl could end up crushed if Monica landed the wrong way.
	“What, are you pussying out because you can’t just sucker punch me this time?” Rachel taunted as she stepped forward and forcefully pushed Monica backwards, noting and taking advantage of the brunette’s sudden hesitation.
	Caught off guard, Monica stumbled back a few steps but managed to avoid falling over, concentrating hard on maintaining her balance for Jessica’s sake. Monica cursed under her breath, she had no idea what her next move was going to be. She couldn’t fight with the tiny in her pocket, but if she let Jessica out Rachel would definitely notice and try to snatch her up. The brunette refocused her attention on her adversary gasped lightly—it appeared she might not have to make a decision afterall.
	Rachel was staring at her with peculiar curiosity. It was clear she had figured out that there was something fishy going on with Monica’s decision to suddenly freeze up after seemingly being eager to scrap moments before. The blonde girl’s eyes shifted down to Monica’s pocket. A tiny knowing smile formed on Rachel’s face, and she turned her attention back to Monica—the girl wouldn’t be fooling her this time.
	“So you did bring me my treat…” Rachel grinned taking another step forward.
	“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Monica bluffed, trying to hide her apprehension, in turn taking another step back.
	“Oh don’t even pretend you don’t have her in your pocket—it’s so obvious.” Rachels said rolling her eyes as she advanced, her face twisted into a confident smile. “Here, makes this easy for yourself Monica.” Rachel continued pulling the girl’s car keys out of her pocket. “If you don’t do this now you’re going to have to keep babysitting her everyday at school—and you know that me or some other girl is just going to get her eventually. It’s not worth the effort.”
	“She’s my friend. I’ll protect her if I have to.” Monica shot back, placing a protective hand over her pocket.
	“Friends with tinies? What’s the point of being friends with food?” Rachel asked tauntingly, though there was some genuine bewilderment in her voice.
	“Maybe if you tried using your mouth to talk to them instead of eating them you’d understand.” Monica replied.
	“Whatever, all I know is I want that delicious little redhead back in my belly where she belongs.” Rachel said holding out Monica’s keys. “C’mon, we’ll trade ‘em at the same time. Hand her over.”
	Monica was about to shout back another angry retort at her teammate when she was interrupted by a quiet squeak from her pocket.
	“It’s okay, Monica. Give me to her.” Jessica’s tiny voice said faintly.
	Monica looked down at her pocket and peeled it slightly open so that she could see the tiny nude girl, her eyes wide with shock and confusion.
	“W-what are you talking about??” Monica stammered, unable to believe what she was hearing. “She’ll eat you!!”
	“I know, but she’s right. It was going to happen eventually.” Jessica replied. Monica was about to protest again when noticed the tiny girl wink as she continued. “I just want to get this over with.”
	Monica paused for another few moments. Apparently Jessica had a plan, but Monica still didn’t feel like handing her over Rachel was a good idea. For one thing, she had no idea what Jessica was planning and whether or not it required any action on her part. How was she supposed to be sure it was a good plan if she didn’t even know what it was? Then Monica remembered how she’d hid Jessica in her butt earlier without asking her permission first. She’d known the tiny girl wouldn’t have wanted to do it, but she’d put her back there anyway because she’d thought it was the best plan available. Monica realized she owed it Jessica to go along with her plan despite her own reservations. She’d have to trust her.
	“Well okay, if that’s what you want…” Monica said with genuine concern as she fetched the tiny girl out of her pocket, still waiting for a last minute change of plans to be announced
	“Wow, never expected the one with the brain the brain the size of skittle to be the smart one…Ooh and you got all undressed for me this time, are you ready to go back in my tummy?” Rachel said triumphantly, patting her stomach proudly before extending her hand to accept her prize.
	Monica looked down at the tiny girl in her palm apprehensively. When all she received was an approving nod in response, Monica swallowed nervous and brought her open palm close to Rachel’s extended one.
	Jessica moved to step off the brunette’s palm into Rachel’s waiting hand but paused and looked into the blonde girl’s eager blue eyes before doing so. “I just want you to know, that I still think what you’re doing is wrong. I’m letting you do this to help my friend, but tinies aren’t food—we’re human beings. And we don’t deserve to be treated like this.”
	“Whatever, as long as I get to digest you.” Rachel replied happily.
	Jessica took a deep breath and stepped into the blonde girl’s open palm. “Yes!!” Rachel cheered, dropping Monica’s keys back into their owners hand without even looking. However, just as Rachel was about to closer her eager fingers around the tiny girl, Jessica suddenly backflipped over the edge of her would-be devourer’s hand.
	“MONICA-CATCH-ME!!” Jessica shouted as she flew through the open air.
	“SHIT!” Monica cussed as she rushed forward to catch the rapidly descending redhead. This was Jessica’s plan?! The girl was going to get herself killed!
	“NO—!” Rachel stammered, reacting quickly to catch her falling prize. Through a valiant effort, the blonde girls hand failed to grab hold of the plummeting girl but instead swiped at her body forcefully, sending her flying forward rather than down.
	Jessica squeaked as she surged forward through the air in the direction of Monica, who was currently diving forward to catch the tiny girl. Caught off guard by Jessica’s sudden change in trajectory, Monica only had time to gasp in shock as the shrunken redhead soared directly at her like a bullet.
	“NO!” Jessica shrieked as Monica’s lips parted directly in front of her, causing her to fly past the brunette’s rows of white teeth and into her gasping mouth. Jessica slammed into the back of her friend’s throat forcefully, and before she could process what was going on or stop herself, Monica instinctively swallowed.
	*Gulp*
	Monica’s eyes went wide as her momentum slowed and she fell to her knees as a tiny squirming bulge was pushed down her throat and into her esophagus. Her mouth hung open, dumbstruck—she’d just swallowed Jessica! The brunette began to tremble as she felt Jessica’s squirming form traveling further down into her body.
	“Where’d she go?!” Rachel demanded desperately, thoroughly searching the storage room floor to determine where her tiny meal had landed. It seemed she hadn’t witnessed Monica accidental ingestion.
	“Oh my god…” Monica whispered in a frightened voice as she stared down at her stomach. “I-I ate her…”
	Rachel’s shocked face jolted in the direction of the stunned brunette. “WHAT?!”
	“I—Aah!~” Monica tried to explain as she felt Jessica slip into her stomach, sending a wave a pleasure through her body. Monica couldn’t explain the feeling—naturally part of it was her starving stomach thanking her for finally sending it some food, but there was another part too. It was a very pleasant feeling, like a sense of blissful contentment.
	“Holy shit—you did!” Rachel stammered dumbstruck, her eyes focused on Monica’s stomach where Jessica’s muffled squeaks were currently emanating from.
	Both swimmers stared for a few more moments before Rachel stood up impatiently. “Well fuck this!”
	Rachel marched bitterly out of the storage room as Monica remained motionless on the floor staring down at her belly in confusion showing no signs of noticing the blonde’s departure. What a waste of time, Rachel thought to herself. All that planning and now Monica was the one with the keys and the meal, the lucky bitch. Suddenly a wicked though entered Rachel’s mind as she passed through the open storage room door. Quickly hopping outside, the blonde girl removed the door stop and slammed the heavy door shut, the locks automatically activating.
	The slam knocked Monica out of her stupor. “HEY!!” she yelped, pulling herself off the ground and rushing towards the shut door. “Let me out!!”
	Rachel giggled and grinned wickedly at her teammate through the tiny glass window on the door. “Sorry, I don’t even know where the key is.”
	Monica banged on the door angrily. “This isn’t funny Rachel! Open the door!!” her voice muffled to Rachel’s ears by the heavy steel.
	“Don’t worry, somebody might come by…” Rachel teased. “…but if not, have a nice night bitch!” she giggled as she ran down the hall excitedly, giddy that she’d at least gotten revenge on her rival.
	Monica shouted and banged on the door for another minute or so before giving up and slumping against it in defeat.
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	Grrrrrraaaooowwwlllll~
	The gurgling noise roared through the humid darkness around her as Jessica screamed, punching and kicking at the moist oscillating walls of the fleshy chamber.
	“MOONNNICCAAA!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!”
	Jessica could hear the faint muffled sounds of what she thought were the two swimmers discussing something then suddenly a loud banging noise some distance away. Suddenly Jessica felt her whole world shift violently for a few moments before coming to a sudden stop, with more muffled murmurs and loud bangs ensuing shortly after. Finally the banging stopped, and Jessica felt her world shift one more time before coming to a rest. Jessica seized the opportunity to resume her struggles, punching at the fleshy wall violently.
	“HEYY!! WHAT’S GOING ON?!”
	Sitting on the ground slumped against the door, Monica glanced down at her squeaking stomach where she could feel a slight tickle where the trapped girl was striking her. The brunette bit her lip anxiously—she didn’t want to admit it to herself, but having Jessica in her belly felt amazing, and her tiny struggles only amplified the feeling. Monica quickly shook her head chased the thought from her mind, chalking the feelings up to how hungry she was.
	“We’re locked in.” Monica said to her belly awkwardly. “Can you hear me?”
	“Yes! Now get me out of here!” Jessica yelled urgently, glad to at least be in conversation with a friendly voice again.
	“Don’t worry, I’m on it—hold tight.” Monica promised getting on her knees and hunching over. Monica’s stomach roared powerfully as if it objected to the idea of releasing the redhead, eliciting a frightened squeak from the trapped girl. Oh deal with it, I’m not digesting my friend, Monica scolded her gut mentally. Monica extended her index finger and took a deep breath in preparation before opening her mouth and plunging the digit to the back of her throat.
	There was no response.
	Monica blinked in confusion with her finger still her throat. Curiously, she tried wiggling it around a bit then plunging it in and out a few times. The brunette trembled and withdrew her saliva-covered hand slowly as she made a startling realization about herself.
	She had no gag reflex.
	“Oh no.”
	On any other occasion Monica would have likely been excited to discover she possessed this ability—it would be great for party tricks and of course boys love a girl who can keep something down her throat—but right now it was proving to be extremely problematic.
	“What’s going on?? Monica!!” Jessica’s tiny muffled voice emanated from beneath the brunette’s shirt. Monica stared at her athletic stomach with terrified desperation.
	“I—I think I don’t have a gag reflex!” Monica stammered in a panicked voice. “I can’t get you out!”
	“WHAAAT?!?” Jessica screeched in terror. “HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW IF YOU HAVE A GAG REFLEX?!”
	“I’ve never tried okay!” Monica pleaded desperately. “What am I supposed to do??”
	“GO GET HELP!!” the frightened redhead demanded.
	“I told you we’re locked in!”
	“THEN CALL SOMEONE TO GET US OUT!!”
	Monica swallowed nervously before delivering more bad news. “I already tried that when Rachel left…I get no reception down here.”
	“No-no-no…!” Jessica stammered deliriously as her legs gave out under her, causing her bare rump to land at the shifting floor of Monica’s stomach. “…this can’t be happening! What are we going to do??”
	Monica didn’t know how to respond. She placed a hand gently on her stomach where she could still feel Jessica lightly moving and stared at the spot with wide eyes. Her stomach growled again loudly, as if boasting of its triumph. Monica’s mind raced to come up with a solution, but she was finding it difficult to concentrate when she felt so unexplainably amazing right now. She could no longer deny that this was more than her body’s thanks for providing it with much needed food—she was deriving actual pleasure from having a tiny girl trapped in her stomach. Is this why girls eat tinies, does it always feel this good? Monica caught herself wondering. The phenomenon suddenly made a lot more sense to her—she could see how a girl could get hooked on this feeling, especially at a young age. Presumably most girls didn’t bother to get to know the shrunken people they sent into their stomachs, so it was easier for them to ignore their prey’s suffering in favor of this incomparable pleasure.
Monica quickly reminded herself that she didn’t share that luxury. She did know the girl trapped in her stomach—Jessica was her friend, and she’d promised to protect her! The brunette clenched her brow in concentration as she attempted to resume brainstorming, but nothing was coming to her. Her eyes scanned the room finding nothing useful. Monica tried to break down the problem to find a solution. If she couldn’t get Jessica out through her throat, then she’d have to leave through her…
Monica glanced back at her behind and bit her lip nervously. She may have been able to rely on her derriere to get her out of one bind today, but it was a significantly less useful solution to her current problem. Still, it put things in grim perspective for the swimmer: Jessica wasn’t leaving her stomach—at least not the way she came in.
“MONICA!!” Jessica’s muffled voice squeaked from within her, her terror growing after not hearing from her devourer for roughly a minute. “WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!”
Monica swallowed hard nervously, dreading the answer she knew she had to deliver. Her mind worked desperately searching for a way to put the words together that would help Jessica understand and accept what she was about to tell her—but she knew that no such combination of words existed. There was no comforting way to tell someone they were going to be digested alive.
“Jessica…” Monica began, pausing as her heart beat nervously. “I don’t know how to tell you—I just can’t even begin tell you how sorry I—” Monica paused and took a deep breath before beginning again. “Jessica…I have to digest you.”
No sooner had the words left her lips than an electrifying tingle of pleasure ran through the brunette’s body. She bit her lip to avoid moaning, even though every inch of her body begged her to. It seemed that saying the words aloud had allowed her to finally accept the reality she’d been trying so hard to deny—she was going to digest someone, and despite her guilt over the moral implications of the act, it was clear she was going to enjoy it.
“NO!—MONICA WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” Jessica screamed as her heart began to beat violently as her body shivered despite the sweltering heat around her. “DON’T SAY THAT—STOP JOKING!!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not joking, Jessica…” Monica explained apologetically, her voice dripping with sympathy. “I wish I was, but I’m not. I’ve been sitting here trying as hard as I can to think of a way to get you out of there, but I can’t think of anything! And if I can’t get you out, well…you have to understand what’s going to happen.”
“This can’t be happening…this can’t be happening…” Jessica whimpered in fear as tears rolled down her cheeks, her hands clutched around her head desperately. “It’s not fair! On top of all the shit that happened to me today…now I’m going to be digested—by the person who was supposed to protect me!!”
“Hey!” Monica exclaimed in a hurt tone, her eyes growing wide with sadness. “It’s not like I meant to eat you! I’m not happy about this either!”
“OH I’M SORRY FOR HURTING YOUR FEELINGS!!” Jessica shouted bitterly, her voice echoing through the darkness of the shifting fleshy chamber. “I GUESS YOU CAN PUNISH ME FOR BEING SO INSENSITIVE WHILE YOU’RE DIGESTING ME LATER!!”
“Jessica…” Monica sighed sadly, not sure how to respond.
“It’s just not fair…I was so close…” Jessica sobbed curling into a ball and lowering her head between her bent knees. “For the last five years, all I’ve wanted was to be normal again…to be able to go outside and do normal people things without being afraid of being eaten or stepped on. When I heard that this school was going to be accepting tinies as students again, I got so excited! I thought that maybe, just maybe, I’d get to have a real high school experience like all the normal girls. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I thought if I could just make some friends and survive the three years, it’d be worth all the bullshit I’d have to deal with. But I only made it one day…”
Monica’s vision blurred a bit as she felt moisture begin to gather in her eyes. She felt frustratingly conflicted at the moment. She felt terrible sadness for her poor friend, but at the same time her body was sending her surges of pleasure—unapologetically pleased with its dominion over the tiny sobbing captive. “Well Jessica, you did make one friend…”
Jessica paused her sobbing for a moment and sniffed sadly as she tried to collect herself. “I know…but it just doesn’t make me feel any better right now…You’re so cool, Monica, and that’s why it sucks so much to be d-digested by you…no one’s treated me as nice as you have in years—maybe ever. You made me feel like I was actually a normal person again….I was really looking forward to getting to know you…”
“Well then maybe…” Monica began, not completely certain she should finish her sentence. “…maybe it’s a good thing I’m going to digest you—I mean if it had to be somebody.”
“YOU THINK THIS IS A GOOD THING?!” Jessica snapped miserably.
“No! Just listen…” Monica tried to reason with her miserable meal. “I mean, isn’t it better than if you’d been eaten by Rachel or somebody else? They’d probably be horrible and taunt you the whole time…I’m you’re friend Rachel, and if I have to digest you, I’m going to try and make it as easy as possible for you. So wouldn’t you rather it be me?”
Monica received no response from Jessica for a few moments and was about to resume speaking when she was interrupted by the tiny girl’s muffled voice. “No, I know…I am—I mean if it had to be somebody—I’m glad it was you…” Jessica admitted in a sad and quiet voice, pausing to wipe her nose on her forearm momentarily. “It would have been a hundred times worse if Rachel had eaten me again. She would have lorded it over me the whole time…and she’d probably be bragging about it to everyone at school the next day too—I would have hated for my death to fuel her ego…at least with you I know you won’t enjoy it.”
Monica blushed shamefully at Jessica’s misconception but decided not to correct her—the tiny girl didn’t need to know that the brunette’s body was actually enjoying the current situation quite a bit. “No of course not, I mean we’re friends…” the swimmer lied quickly.
The girls sat in silence for a few moments, neither very sure what to say next. The hush was ended as Monica’s stomach again growled with satisfaction, eliciting another frightened squeak from its current occupant, followed by a series of quiet sobs. Monica just blushed and bit her lip, simultaneously unsure if she should apologize for her body’s outburst and doing her best to hide how amazing it made her feel.
“So, uh, besides the obvious…are you doing okay in there?” Monica asked awkwardly. She knew it was kind of a stupid question, but she preferred conversation over listening to Jessica sob pathetically. Jessica sniffled quietly and swallowed hard before responding.
“Well *sniff* I’m not hurt or anything but it’s pretty gross…” Jessica began, crossing her arms and shivering weakly. “I mean it’s not as bad as it was in Rachel’s stomach since hers was full of food, but it still kind of smells like puke  and its really hot in here…its completely dark and everything is slimy…and I can hear weird body sounds happening all around me…”
Monica felt a tingle of pleasure run through her body as the consumed redhead described her miserable situation, blushing with shame as soon as the feeling passed. Why does this make me feel so good? Monica thought guiltily. The brunette’s eyes scanned the room again. The storage room was most filled with extra desks and the school’s yard equipment. There were also various tools and devices sitting on the shelves, and among them Monica spied a flashlight.
“Hey, Jessica, hold on, I’ve got an idea!” Monica announced as she got to her feet and hurried over to the shelf to fetch the device.
“Did you figure out a way to get me out?!” Jessica gasped excitedly, hopping to her feet, her eyes bright with renewed hope.
“Uh, no, sorry…” Monica apologized awkwardly as she picked up the flashlight, eliciting a tiny whine followed by more sobbing from her gut as Jessica clutched he head in anguish and fell back down the floor of the brunette’s stomach. “…but I might have figured out a way to make it not so scary in my, um, stomach.”
Monica removed her shirt, confident that no one would be catching a peep at her bra-supported breasts while she was locked underneath the school. She turned the flashlight on and turned it towards her body, pressing the shining glass against her skin where she could feel her poor friend moving underneath. “Is that any better?”
Jessica gasped as the darkness around her slightly faded. In front of her she could now actually make out the wrinkled moist wall of Monica’s stomach, slightly illuminated by a dimly glowing red circle from the flashlight. A shiver traveled down the redhead’s spine as the reality of her situation struck her even harder than before. She whimpered as she watched the fleshy walls pulse inward and outward, dripping with mucus-like liquid. She glanced down at her own shivering naked body, coated in the same slime. It had  been one thing to be trapped in the darkness knowing she’d been eaten, but it was an entirely different thing to see it with her own eyes. She was in a girl’s stomach, and there was no way out.
“NO! NO-NO MONICA TURN IT OFF—TURN IT OFF!” Jessica screamed curling into a ball on the now visible shifting wrinkled flesh beneath her, trying to avert her eyes from the brunette’s anatomy.
“Oh! Sorry!” Monica gasped shutting the flashlight off and setting it back on the shelf apologetically. “What happened??”
“I-I don’t want to see anything in here…” Jessica sobbed weakly. “It just makes it worse…at least in the dark I can’t see where I am. I don’t think I’ve ever even looked at a picture of the inside of a stomach before, but when you turned the light on I instantly knew where I was…it made me feel like—like f-food…” Jessica sobbed a bit more before making a confession. “Monica I’m so scared…”
“Oh Jessica…” Monica replied in a sad voice, feeling immense sympathy for her frightened friend. “I’m so sorry this is happening…”
“I just want to get out of here!” Jessica shouted in exhausted frustration. “I know it’s not going to happen, but I just can’t stop thinking about it—it’s driving me insane!! I just can’t accept that I’m going to be in here forever…”
“Well if it makes you feel any better, you won’t exactly, um, be in there forever…” Monica awkwardly attempted to relieve the tiny redhead, already regretting the words leaving her mouth.
Jessica sat up and leaned her back against the pulsing stomach, bringing a hand to her forehead and stared forward with an empty expression on her tear-stained face as the unimaginable reality set in. “Right. I’m going to be your shit.” the devastated girl confirmed bleakly.
“Uh, just try not to think about it…” Monica scratched her head awkwardly as her face blushed yet again, her mind already racing with images of Jessica leaving her heart-shaped behind as a brown log of waste, eliciting more confusing sensations of pleasure within her swimming toned body. “Just try to look on the bright side.” Monica winced as the words left her mouth, already realizing how idiotic she sounded.
“…the BRIGHT SIDE?!” Jessica predictably snapped in bitter confusion. “Please explain to me the bright side of being turned into your nasty poo! Please! I’m listening!”
“Okay, that came out wrong…” Monica confessed, trying to think of a way to salvage her comment.
“There is no bright side!!” Jessica interrupted, continuing her delirious rant in outrage. “There couldn’t possibly be a more humiliating, disgusting, degrading way to go out! I don’t just have to die—I have to die knowing I’m going to become some girl’s shit!! There’s literally nothing worse that could happen to me!”
Monica bit her lip shamefully as she listened to her meal’s complaints, unable to explain why the prospect of converting her friend into feces was becoming an increasingly exciting prospect in her mind. It was a bizarre deviant kind of pleasure—maybe rooted in some kind of domination or power fantasy—but she couldn’t adequately explain why idea was enticing her instead of revolting her. This is so fucked up, the girl thought, her old perspectives on the tiny-devouring counterculture altering further with every moment.
The brunette shook her head violently to drive the thoughts away—she could fantasize about whatever disturbing new kink she was developing later—right now she needed to comfort her friend.
“Jessica I know it’s gross but just put it in perspective…” Monica began with a rough idea, slightly improvising as she went along. “I mean when everybody dies they get buried and eventually decompose into the ground, and I mean once that happens your body gets eaten by worms and stuff anyway—what I’m trying to say is, you’re not the only one who has to go through something like this. We all go back to nature eventually.” Monica explained awkwardly, not entirely confident her slightly morbid speech on worms eating dead bodies was going to inspire any positive feelings in the little redhead.
Jessica paused for a moment before responding dourly, “Well at least they don’t end up in a toilet.” eliciting another blush from the brunette, leading up to another few uncomfortable moments of silence.
“Hey, lets stop talking about this.” Monica suggested, sitting back down on the floor. Monica tried to think of a more light hearted subject of conversation. “Do you know any good jokes?” Jessica didn’t respond.
“Well, okay, I’ll go first then…” Monica continued awkwardly. “…this one’s kind of stupid: where do otters come from?” Monica paused, rewarded by more silence from the girl in her stomach. The brunette exhaled quietly before delivering the punchline, “…Otter Space!”
More silence.
Monica sighed sadly. “C’mon Jessica…”
“Here’s a joke: even though she’s a psycho who tries to eat people like me, that selfish bitch Rachel will get to come back to school tomorrow and go on living her perfect little life—while my reward for standing up for myself and just trying to go to school is to be digested and shat out of my friend’s ass! Truly hilarious!” Jessica ranted bitterly.
“Jessica I know it’s not fair but you have to at least try to be positive; I can’t help you if you don’t try…”
“Who needs help??” Jessica replied with frustrated sarcasm. “Not me! After all, I’m just going ‘back to nature!’ The circle of life! Akuna Matata. Zippidy-doo-da.”
“Jessica, please…” Monica desperately tried to change the subject.
“Why should I listen to you when you’re just going to—!” Jessica began angrily before she was interrupted by a frightening sound.
GRRRRRAAAOORROORRWOOLLLLLL!~
Jessica shivered and remained absolutely still. This growl was different from the others, like it was somehow closer and….wetter. The sound came again and the tiny redhead’s nose twitched as the scent of vomit began to grow stronger.
“M-Monica!!” Jessica stammered, still too afraid and confused to move a muscle.
“What is it?? What’s going on??” Monica implored desperately, placing a concerned hand over her bear stomach. The pleasurable sensations were suddenly gradually increasing.
“I don’t—the flashlight! Get the flashlight!” Jessica instructed, her voice panicked.
Monica quickly hopped to her feet and grabbed the light, again pointing it at her gut and turning it on. Inside, Jessica was met with a terrifying sight. The dimly illuminated walls of her friends stomach were pulsing more rapidly now, even more rapidly secreting a thick mucus that began to drip down from above as well. Additionally the already sweltering temperature of the stomach was beginning to increase, and felt a terrifying sensation of déjà vu. This was how Rachel’s stomach had smelled and felt while she was trapped inside it—digestion was beginning.
“NO!—NO!!” Jessica squealed as she tried to hop away from the foul smelling bile that was quickly pooling around her feet at the bottom of the churning fleshy sack. “NO PLEASE!!”
“Jessica what is it?? Do you want the flashlight off??” Monica asked helplessly.
“YOU’RE D-DIGESTING ME!!” Jessica screamed as the thick liquid rose past her ankles, the skin on her feet already beginning to tingle. “STOP IT MONICA!!”
“I-I can’t!!” Monica apologized.
Jessica screamed in terror as the pooling secretions advanced on her waist. The tingling on her skin below her angles was more frantic now while just beginning on her upper legs. The tiny redhead knew this was Monica’s stomach acids taking effect, but she couldn’t believe it was happening so fast. She’d landed in the waist-deep digestive bile of  Rachel’s stomach and not felt so much as a tingle, and she’d been in there for at least two minutes. Jessica desperately whimpered as she realized all the chewed food in the blonde’s stomach had likely diluted the deadly acid, while her friend’s stomach had been empty all day and was now extremely eager to digest its contents.
“Jessica just be calm!” Monica instructed, not sure what else to do. The sensations were still amplifying on her end, making it slightly harder to concentrate on comforting her friend.
Jessica yelped the hot rising bile passed her belly button. The tiny redhead was knocked off her feet as the busy stomach continued to increase the ferocity of its churning, sending the pool of acid sloshing back and forth like a tiny wave pool, dragging the screaming Jessica with it as she struggled to stay above and regain her footing. “NO PLEEEEAASE!! AUGH!!” Jessica yelped as she grabbed hold of the wrinkled shifting walls and attempted to climb to higher ground away from the burning pool. Unfortunately the walls were too slippery to climb as they foamed with their hot secretions, and the tiny girl only succeeded in coating her upper body with the slime as well. Her lower body was beginning to sting painfully now as the rest of her commenced the preliminary tingling. The air was harder to breathe now, it was extremely humid and stung lightly to inhale. “MOOONNNICCAAA!! HEEEEELLLLLPP!!!” Jessica screamed desperately as she was tossed about by the sloshing acid, the hot bile rising past her naked breasts.
Monica let out a tiny burp and sighed sadly as another wave of pleasure ran through her. It had become clear that there was nothing she could do for her friend now—her body was going to digest Jessica whether she liked it or not. The brunette again bit her lip shamefully. Though mentally she felt terrible for her poor friend’s plight, physically she felt better than ever. The swimmer began to feel a tingling in her nethers that yearned to be addressed, but she hesitated. As much as her body craved it, it seemed wrong to masturbate to her friend’s suffering. An especially loud gurgle sounded followed by a high pitched muffled squeak from her belly, sending Monica’s body into a delightful shiver. Monica became convinced—if it wasn’t her fault that Jessica was in her stomach and there was nothing she could do to stop digesting the poor girl, then there was no reason why she shouldn’t enjoy it, so long as she tried to comfort the redhead as well. With a guilty glance at her gurgling belly, Monica reached down and unbuckled the front of her jeans.
“OH GOD WHYY?!” Jessica screamed, her head now the only thing above the churning pool. Her entire body stung painfully now, like an extremely bad sunburn. It was especially bad on her lower body, where it almost felt like she was on fire. Even breathing was a struggle now, with the air so thick and humid, full of stinging particles. To make things worse, the splashing acid was finding its way into her screaming mouth, only worsening the burning on her tongue and throat. “WHY ME?? WHAT’D I DO?!”
“There, there…” Monica cooed, releasing another small burp. The brunette patted her stomach comfortingly while her opposite hand worked on massaging another part of her body beneath the front of her panties. “It’ll be over soon Jessica…”
Unfortunately her friend’s words did little to comfort Jessica’s frantic state of mind. She didn’t want it to be ‘over’—she wanted to live. Again Jessica scrambled in vain to climb the shifting stomach wall but failed to find solid footing. Slipping back into the churning pool, Jessica’s hand ended up brushing against her posterior, causing the redhead to gasp in horror. Where her behind had once been pair of smooth firm buns, it now felt rough and squishy—her body was breaking apart and flaking into the boiling mixture. “NOOOOO!!!”
Monica was breathing heavily now, hard at work fingering her sex as her body worked just as hard to break down its suffering captive. Sweat began to bead her skin, and the brunette had to bite her lip to prevent from audibly moaning—she was certain Jessica wouldn’t approve of her current actions if she were discovered. “Be brave, Jessica…” she panted, “Don’t be afraid, my tummy will be done with you soon…” Monica hummed loudly as she barely stifled a moan as Jessica squeaked frantically in response. Monica removed her fingers from her lower lips and blushed as she brought them slightly lower towards the neighboring orifice. Monica had never been one for anal stimulation in the past, but her experience earlier that day with Jessica trapped beneath her bottom had certainly been an eye opening experience for her. The brunette cooed as she began to lightly tease her asshole with the tip of her finger before slowly working the digit inside. Monica gasped in delight at the sensation, her mind fixating on the fact that Jessica would soon be headed for this exit. During her life, Monica had expelled countless meals from this puckered sphincter, but never before had she imagined that a human being would be passed out of the hole. The thought filled her with inexplicable delight.
Inside, Jessica had given up on calling for help or trying to escape. The tiny redhead had accepted what was going to happen to her—not that it stopped her from sobbing frantically and occasionally screaming in anguish with all the force her lungs could muster. She felt extremely light headed, and was dipping in and out of consciousness. It was impossible to tell in the darkness, but Jessica was certain that her hair had dissolved and that much of her body was likely unrecognizable disfigured by the vicious acids. Her strength fading, Jessica’s mind went back to the beginning of her first day at high school, when she’d been introduced to her assigned buddy, Monica. The suffering girl smiled weakly as she remembered how quickly the two had hit it off and bonded, and a slight ache shivered through her slowing heart as she wished they’d had more time to undoubtedly become even closer friends. Despite the terror and anguish she’d been subjected to on her first and final day at high school, Jessica cherished the good times she’d shared with her giant brunette friend—moments she considered some of the best she’d had in over five years. Perhaps it was her tired mind slipping into complete delirium, but the tiny redhead found herself glad that she was at least going to become part of Monica—the two would find a way to bond closer after all. Finding some modicum of peace among the incomparable anguish, Jessica smiled sadly and let go, her body slipping into the churning pool. As her mind slipped into oblivion, the muffled sound of Monica moaning loudly in ecstasy rang through Jessica’s tiny ears.
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“AAAAHHH!~” Monica exclaimed as her body shook violently in orgasm. Monica blushed bright red and gasped as she clasped her free hand over her mouth, mortified. Despite her best efforts, she hadn’t been able to restrain herself well enough to stifle her exclamation of pleasure. Jessica would undoubtedly have heard her, and more than likely wasn’t going to be very happy.
“Jessica?” Monica asked nervously, dreading the awkward apology she knew she was going to have to make. “…Jessica…?” Monica repeated when there was no response, only to be met with more silence.
A loud gurgle from the brunette’s gut drove the realization home: Jessica had been digested. Before she could even mentally react, Monica’s body again vibrated violently in orgasm, causing her legs to spasm and kick the nearby wall. Monica stopped suddenly as a curious jingle rang as her foot slammed into the hard surface. Glancing up, the swimmer’s eyes widened as she saw a tiny key hanging on a hook that she’d somehow missed before. Jumping to her feet, Monica grabbed the key and tried inserting it into the locked exist.
Click.
The door opened—apparently the school staff had seen fit to include an emergency key incase anyone had been locked in as she and Jessica had. Monica felt a wave of sadness pass over her as she was reminded of her tiny friend. The brunette smiled sadly as she placed a hand over her gurgling stomach lovingly. She knew that part of Jessica would be absorbed into her own body, and she took some comfort knowing they’d in a way be together forever. Throwing her shirt back on, Monica exited the storage room and began heading for her car.
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Monica yawned at her desk as she clicked around on facebook aimlessly. Sliding her finger along her laptop’s trackpad, Monica moved he cursor to open a new tab to check her email. Before she could click on her inbox however, the brunette felt a slight pressure build up in her rectum. Smirking in slight amusement, the girl shifted her weight to slightly elevate her left bun and released a small why fart. It was time.
Standing up, Monica calmly walked to her bathroom and shut the door behind her. Dropping her sweatpants and panties (she’d changed out of jeans shortly after arriving home,) the brunette planted her swimming toned ass down on the porcelain throne and folded her hands in her lap patiently.
Monica couldn’t resist grinning slightly in excitement as she felt pressure slowly travel through he rectum towards her waiting anus. The swimmer sighed contentedly as she easily expelled the waste with a gentle push followed by another small toot of foul gas from her behind to signify there was nothing left to deposit. Monica stood up and grabbed a square of toilet paper before looking back, cleaning her behind quickly—not much effort was needed, it had been a fairly neat process. Glancing back into the bowl to deposit the soiled tissue paper, Monica couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at her creation. As Jessica had been the only thing she’d eaten that day, there wasn’t much waste to speak of—just a tiny brown log speckled with bits of white, the poor girls bleached bones. Monica felt another twinge of sadness for her departed friend, but the sensation was overpowered by her excitement. She’d done it, she’d actually eaten and digested a tiny! Monica had always scoffed at the girls who thought it made them cool to consume the little people, but now in the moment she couldn’t deny that she felt kind of like a super star. A girl just like her had given her life just to fill her hungry belly, and in thanks her body had converted the poor thing into her foul feces. Monica’s bum tingled excitedly Monica’s mind raced with thoughts of how badass she felt. Giggling, Monica deposited the used toilet paper into the bowl and pushed the handle, watching what was left of Jessica disappear down the drain. “Bye Jessica, it really was a pleasure getting to know you—both as a friend and a meal. Hope my tushy wasn’t too rough on you this time!” The brunette would have never said anything like that to her tiny friend’s face, but since Jessica was no longer around to hear it she decided it was harmless enough.
Glowing with absolute satisfaction, Monica strutted back to her desk and leaned over her chair to check her email before bed. Here eyes focused on an email she’d received yesterday, Daisy’s announcement that the tiny student reintegration would be taking place Monday.
“Man, such a bad idea…” Monica smirked as she closed her laptop and threw off her clothes, jumping into bed happily and quickly drifting off to sleep.