*By Sneakyk
Dr. Wright gazed out through the sliding glass door, idly twirling the vial as she watched her poochy squeezed a thick brown turd out of his posterior. The turd was surprisingly large in volume, large enough that one might never think such a small hound could produce it. Oh, Milo must have been holding it in all day! It must have been torture on the poor doggy's bowels! As she thought about what the dog went through, she developed a sudden clarity towards what she should do with 015. She needed to give Milo a fancy treat after what he went through, and she had just the thing for her good little boy. The scientist raised the vial up before her face, smiled a warm smile, and waved her fingers at the little specimen.
Milo is going to love it.
The scientist stomped over to her kitchen, quickly pulled a container of applesauce out of the refrigerator and ripped open the tub. This would only be the second time she treated the dog to one of her specimens. He enjoyed the first ever so much, but she did not wish to spoil her dog on her test subjects. These specimens don't (yet) grow on trees, after all. That, and she feared the dog may grow complacent should he get a new one on a weekly basis. She gazed down into 015's vial, hoping he would provide her dog with an even better experience than the last toy, then promptly deposited it into the applesauce tub.
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The awkward silence between you and your captor is broken by the sound of your screams as your body is sent plunging downwards into a pool of deadly yellow acid. You splash down into the pool and at once break into a futile struggle to make your way out of it. To your surprise, however, you find that the pool of acid is surprisingly cold. And thick. And mushy. And seemingly incapable of doing your body harm. You slow your struggles instead take a taste of it.
Applesauce. You are currently in a large pool of applesauce, though in reality it's nothing but an ordinary tub of it purchased for cheap at a grocery store. Well. You certainly are in an acid. Whether it will prove 'deadly' or not is up to you. You begin to slow your motions, and instead turn your attention to the giantess holding the cup. Dr. Wright is on the move, and a metal spoon is clutched ominously in her clutches. Does she plan on eating you? You might just spend your last moments getting melted by acid anyway!
Sure enough, the giant scientist sends her spoon swooping down towards you, mashes you deep into the tub of applesauce, taking care to avoid dunking you under long enough to drown you. She stirs and lifts you back up, your body now thoroughly covered in the thick and sweet sauce. You stagger towards the edge of the spoon in an attempt to save yourself, only to fall onto your back. The woman chuckles for a moment before diverting her attention elsewhere, making her way for the back door once more.
Your captor gets down on her knees and lowers the spoon down. What is she planning? After much struggle you manage to sit up and find yourself facing a vast wall of glass. Quickly dismissing your reflection, you need no effort to see what is on the other side. The enormous and wide open maw of a white-furred beast lies in front of you, a massive tongue frothing as it rubs against the glass. Mighty THUDs can be head as the canine colossus the maw belongs to smacks upon the back door, begging to be let in. Begging for a chance to get at you.
"Look at him, Experiment 015. Isn't he a good boy? This is Milo. You're going to be the second specimen I've given to him. I'd like to call this a test in experimental zoology and
an examination of the relationship between miniaturized humans and their potential predators. But full disclosure here, I'm just giving you to him as a treat because he had to hold his poopoo in all day. If you've ever owned a dog you'd understand. Oh yes, speaking of which. I won't be calling you Experiment 015 anymore. Does Chewchew sound like an ok name for you ? It does? Excellent. " As the woman speaks, you cannot help but gaze into the dog's waiting maw. He's slobbered enough drool onto the backdoor to fill a swimming pool. Your blood runs cold. You laugh a hollow laugh. Is this some sort of sick joke?
The door opens and the dog bolts in. You are quickly lofted upwards. "Guess what mommy got you. She found a cute little buggy who wants to be your newest chew-chew. C'mon Milo. C'mon. Easy boy. You're going to get the little buggy in juuuust a moment. Let's make sure that butt of yours is clean! And there we go. Whose a good boy? Whose a good booooy? Yes you are Milo. Yes you are. You're such a good boy that little mister Chewchew over here is just begging to be your toy! "
The woman is hyping you up to hell and back. There's no way this could be a prank. She's about to offer you to her dog as some goddamn chewtoy! You desperately struggle to get to the edge of the spoon and manage to make it, only to catch a glimpse of the dog leaping up for you and snapping his maw into the air just inches below. There's no escaping this. You sigh and lie down as the woman lowers the spoon towards the carpet, right in front of the dog's doggy bed.
"Now remember Milo. Your new Chewchew is very special. Chewchew is food. Fooooood. You understand? He wants you to chew on him and eat him and turn him into one of your poops " and with that, she inverts the spoon and flicks, sending you tumbling down onto a crimson dog bowl labeled 🐾MILO🐾.
And so it is you find yourself in the most perilous situation you've ever been in. You lie there dazed for a moment, looking up directly at the smirking face of Dr. Wright. That face is soon replaced by the descending muzzle of her dog. A simple little terrier, Milo would ordinarily not be much of a threat to anyone. The dog's comparatively small scale actually makes the situation worse for you. Were he a larger dog, you might not even be worth eating, applesauce aside. But for a little dog like Milo, a 1 inch tall human might make for a worthy chew. And at his scale, he is still a towering and slobbering beast.
Wright squeals with delight as her dog sniff sniff sniffs at your tiny form, just to confirm that you do indeed smell like something worth eating. The dog lets out a deafening YIP and proceeds to ram his tongue against your tiny form, mashing you against the bottom of the dogfood bowl, dragging you brutally against it until you are mashed at its very edge. . The dog continues to lap at your body, pummeling you with his tongue, his playing only stopped by another lunge.
In an instant your world fades into a chaotic blur and you feel unimaginable forces being exerted upon your body, accompanied by a commensurate amount of pain. The doctor gasps in excitement as the dog flings you out of the food bowl, causing you to land flat on the carpet. Your naked body, now thoroughly stained a mix of dark brown and yellow by the leftovers of the dog's last meal and the remains of the thick applesauce, stands in stark contrast to the reflective wooden floor surrounding Milo's doggy bed. You also smell of a mix of nauseating dog breath and an excessively sweet glob of applesauce. Hiding will not be easy.
Getting to your feet after that terrifying fling, you begin to examine your surroundings. Dr. Wright's socked feet lie dead ahead of you, a frightful reminder of the presence of your colossal captor. She could likely grind the life out of you if you annoy her, though she would likely be more inclined to kick you back into her dog's clutches if you approached her. Of more immediate concern is the hound himself. Milo's enormous muzzle looms directly above you, the dog peering down at your tiny form, gauging your movements, ready to attack you (or, rather, play with you) at any moment. The dog's pants in and out and shakes his body about as he inspects you, then gets down on his belly, his muzzle resting just an inch away from you. It would take only a particularly strong sniff for the dog to snort you up into his nose!
You freeze before the dog's muzzle, hoping to avoid earning his interest. Sensing a lack of movement, Milo thrusts his muzzle forward, knocking you onto your back and causing you to reflexively grunt out and flail. Excited from your response, the dog quickly lunges and snags you into his maw, his powerful teeth cutting at your skin as he nips at you. You are then flung up into the air, the dog turning his head upwards to watch as your body hurtles upwards at nauseating speeds, then turning his head downwards as you descend.
Within moments of you striking the wooden floor, Milo smashes his paw down upon your body, a crunch sounding out beneath his paw as you are mashed hard into the wooden surface below. The dog turns his head to the side guiltily, worried he might have broken his toy too soon for his master's wishes, then lifts his paw up. The dog licks at and glances at your tiny form, his expression turning from guilty to happiness once he realizes he hasn't killed you yet. So happy is he that you are alive that he smashes his paw onto you again, ruffing in excitement at the feeling of your little body nearly popping under his weight.
Once the dog lifts his paw up a second time, you groan and meekly get up onto your feet. The dog gets up as well, off of his belly and ready for some active play. Your body feels sore from head to toe. You've already taken a hell of a beating and the dog has scarcely played with you for a minute. Milo is unlikely to stop any time soon. As for Dr Wright, she is diligently putting the dog's chewtoys up, ensuring that he will have no other options for play other than you. How on earth are you going to avoid becoming one of his 'poops' as she put it...?