Giving In
The Shrinking Virus- Collaberotica Version
Chapter 25
· original author:
krauser3000
“Eat me”
Ken slumps his shoulders, hangs his head low and lets out a sigh. Lisa is right. No matter what he does he’s just going to end up in someone’s stomach as a part of their meal or snack. At least with her, he could keep some of his dignity – well as much as someone could while being eaten alive for dinner.
“Oh, that’s great Ken. I’m sure you’ll be a very filling and nutritious part of my meal. To be honest, I may have just eaten you up anyway!” Lisa chirps, as if being called filling and nutritious was some sort of comfort. “Let me put you back down on my plate, I’m going to save you for a little later. We can talk while I eat, I don’t mind chatting with my food.” True to her word, she gently lowers Ken back down onto her plate of salad and mashed potatoes.
The mound of potatoes he’s in is warm and conforms to Kens frame a little, like a mushy memory foam mattress.
“You look so cute down their on my plate, sat in those mashed potatoes. I can barely wait!” Lisa says with a smile, scooping some food off the plate from beside Ken and greedily shoving it in her mouth. Lisa then takes a packet of what looks like dressing. Before he can say anything, Lisa opens up the packet saying “Look out below!” drenching him in the salad dressing. It smells strongly and covers his face. Ken tries to use his hands to clear his face so he can breathe and see, but isn’t able to do much since his hands are also covered in it. After a bit of struggling, he can just barely see and breathe, coughing and sputtering. “Oops, sorry little guy, did I use too much? I like my shrinkies with dressing.” Lisa chuckled speaking with her mouth full of salad.
He didn’t consider the fact that she would eat him at her discretion instead of doing it right away and getting it over with. He also didn’t count on constant patronizing from the person who was going to swallow him whole, while they covered him in dressing just to make him taste better. Being naked, covered in dressing and potatoes as he looked up her from the plate while she gazed down at him solidified his feeling of being nothing more than food. He wasn’t even human anymore. She was sitting comfortably in her home, dressed and relaxed while he was covered in food slop, naked and exposed on her plate while she looked down on him licking her soft lips. The difference in status between person and food couldn’t be clearer.
“So little Ken, I must say you are my favorite kind of Shrinky. Just a little plump but not too heavy. Just the right amount of fat and fit enough to squirm all the way down.” Lisa commented while chewing her food and playfully poking Kens tummy with her fork. It was gentle enough to not pierce him, but still very uncomfortable. “Oh, uh, thanks I guess…” Ken said not really knowing how to respond to this “compliment”.
“You know, I heard on TV you shrinkies are great for digestion. When you squirm around in the stomach you actually mix the food around and break it up for us big people. It was such an interesting documentary, they put one of those snake cameras down into a young woman’s stomach after she had eaten a shrinky with some steak and you could seem them paddling around in all the meat and wine she swallowed.” Ken was starting to regret his decision more and more by the second as thoughts of his fate filled his mind. Hopelessly swimming around in the dark waiting for digestive enzymes to finish him off or sink below the surface never to return, drowning in chewed food, drink, and digestive juices.
“Oh, feel free to have some of my dinner while you’re down there on the plate, I’ll be taking it back from you anyway, so I don’t mind sharing.” She says with a smile and wink. “Now that I think about it, maybe a stuffed shrinky would be good to eat with their cute little tummy full to bursting!” Ken looks up at her munching away, even with him being up on a table, she towers over him sitting down.
“I... I’m not hungry…” he replies quietly. “Aww, that’s fine. You can always eat some of the mush in my belly if you change your mind while you’re in there.” Ken starts to speak up again “Uh Lisa, I think I might be having second thoughts about- “Lisa interrupts “You’re going to be in my stomach for a few hours before moving on to my intestines, you know. My friend said sometimes she can get a shrinky that is still alive and kicking when moving into there and says the squirming is heavenly. Do me a favor Ken, if you are still awake when you find yourself there, wriggle for me please. I’d really like to know what it feels like.” As if to punctuate this, her stomach lets out another loud and prolonged gurgle.
What was he thinking? He had to survive, he wasn’t food to be tasted swallowed and forgotten. He could live a happy life if he lived with his mom who could keep him safe! How could he have let Lisa convince him that this was better for even a second? Ken tries to stand up so he can tell Lisa he’s changed his mind, but trips due to being covered in slippery dressing and falls right into some more of the salad and potatoes next to him. “Lisa I-“ Ken says before slipping again when he tries to get up.
“Oops! Let me help you” Lisa says. Ken feels a warm spoon covered in remnants of salad and saliva slip under him, whisking him up and away towards Lisas hungry mouth. “Alright Ken, head first or feet first?” Lisa asked while wetting her lips with a loud smack. “I changed my mind! Please don’t eat me! I was wrong!” Ken shouts to Lisa whose gentle smile turns to a disappointed frown.
“Oh, don’t be nervous, like I said, I’ll be very gentle with you. I’ve already decided I’m going to eat you, so it’s too late to change your mind.” “No, I-” Ken shouts, but Lisa interrupts again. “Think of it this way: this is just the food-chain taking its natural course. Big people like me eat little people like you. I’m doing you and your Mom a favor. Taking care of a little shrinky must be so exhausting. This way she can be free from you and you won’t have to spend all your time being afraid of inevitably being gobbled up by a big, scary mean person! So, head first or feet first?”
“Lisa, please! I changed my mind. I don’t want to die in your stomach!” He started to cry, tears mixing with the dressing and potato bits stuck to his face. “I’m not just food or a shrinky! I’m a person, please don’t do this! We’re neighbors! He pleaded, on knees clasping his hands together while sitting on the spoon inches from her plump lips.
Lisa simply responds: “Sorry little one, you really whet my appetite when you agreed to be my dinner, So it’s down the hatch for you!” She laughs and lifts the spoon up above her mouth, which she opens and stretches out her pink, healthy tongue. She is salivating quite a lot, clearly anticipating Ken being confined to her mouth while she savors him. Gooey strings of saliva stretch from top to bottom, little bits of food decorate her mouth. Her rigid pearly whites that frame the scene are also littered with little bits of food in between them. “Ahh~” she teases while tilting the spoon. Ken somehow grabs the edges of the spoon and desperately tries to hold on but finds his hands slipping on the smooth wet surface of the spoon which her saliva has made slick. Ken gets a good look at the back of her mouth, her dark throat and uvula flexing wide and narrow awaiting his arrival.
“I’ll do anything I’ll be your pet! Just don’t eat me! I’m not food!” Lisa ignores his pleas and wiggles the spoon back and forth, causing him to lose his grip. He lands with a wet splat on her tongue, which she pulls back into her terrifying mouth. Lisa holds her mouth open and Ken can see the light of the kitchen outside contrasting with the dark abyss of her throat. He lunges forward trying to make an escape out of the, not caring what injuries he may get from the fall. He makes it half way out when her lips pucker around his body forming a soft, wet, yet unbreakable seal.
“I promised to be gentle, but I never agreed to not tease him!” Lisa thought Kens body vibrated as his she giggled, amused by his escape attempt. “I’m in someone’s mouth! I’m being eaten alive!" Kens survival instincts screamed out. He felt her tongue lick and savor his legs and lower regions, violating him casually for her tasting pleasure. He screamed and tried to pry himself free by using his arms to push off of her wet plush lips. Lisa decided to humor him and let him make some progress before tightening her grip on him and slurping him back in.
Ken was sucked into her mouth with a wet slurp before he was able cry for mercy. Her front teeth closed in front of him, trapping him in inside. Only once fully inside did he realize the overwhelming heat coming from her body. Her stomach would be like a blast furnace in comparison this which made him panic and squirm even more.
Her tongue rose up, pushing him against her hard palate rubbing him back and forth. He instinctively turned his head to the side to avoid being smothered by the powerful muscle but found it nearly impossible to breath sealed between the soft tongue and rigid top of her mouth anyway. He started to sob as Lisa let a hum of enjoyment out, rattling his body once again while the tongue continued to swish back and forth methodically to absorb his flavor. His squirming was delectable.
He wished he was back home. The tongue relented and lowered back down. He took a gasp of muggy recycled air. He once again tried to move forward towards the teeth so that he could somehow pry them open and escape. Lisa felt him scramble forward on her tongue, enjoying the tickling sensation. He cried desperately as his tiny fingers tried to find a grip on the back of her teeth in desperation. Lisa thought it was adorable that he thought he could escape her maw. A closed mouth smile appeared on her face. So tasty and helpless.
Lisa opened wide one last time. “She's letting me out!” Ken thought. Light flooded in.
Ken slumps his shoulders, hangs his head low and lets out a sigh. Lisa is right. No matter what he does he’s just going to end up in someone’s stomach as a part of their meal or snack. At least with her, he could keep some of his dignity – well as much as someone could while being eaten alive for dinner.
“Oh, that’s great Ken. I’m sure you’ll be a very filling and nutritious part of my meal. To be honest, I may have just eaten you up anyway!” Lisa chirps, as if being called filling and nutritious was some sort of comfort. “Let me put you back down on my plate, I’m going to save you for a little later. We can talk while I eat, I don’t mind chatting with my food.” True to her word, she gently lowers Ken back down onto her plate of salad and mashed potatoes.
The mound of potatoes he’s in is warm and conforms to Kens frame a little, like a mushy memory foam mattress.
“You look so cute down their on my plate, sat in those mashed potatoes. I can barely wait!” Lisa says with a smile, scooping some food off the plate from beside Ken and greedily shoving it in her mouth. Lisa then takes a packet of what looks like dressing. Before he can say anything, Lisa opens up the packet saying “Look out below!” drenching him in the salad dressing. It smells strongly and covers his face. Ken tries to use his hands to clear his face so he can breathe and see, but isn’t able to do much since his hands are also covered in it. After a bit of struggling, he can just barely see and breathe, coughing and sputtering. “Oops, sorry little guy, did I use too much? I like my shrinkies with dressing.” Lisa chuckled speaking with her mouth full of salad.
He didn’t consider the fact that she would eat him at her discretion instead of doing it right away and getting it over with. He also didn’t count on constant patronizing from the person who was going to swallow him whole, while they covered him in dressing just to make him taste better. Being naked, covered in dressing and potatoes as he looked up her from the plate while she gazed down at him solidified his feeling of being nothing more than food. He wasn’t even human anymore. She was sitting comfortably in her home, dressed and relaxed while he was covered in food slop, naked and exposed on her plate while she looked down on him licking her soft lips. The difference in status between person and food couldn’t be clearer.
“So little Ken, I must say you are my favorite kind of Shrinky. Just a little plump but not too heavy. Just the right amount of fat and fit enough to squirm all the way down.” Lisa commented while chewing her food and playfully poking Kens tummy with her fork. It was gentle enough to not pierce him, but still very uncomfortable. “Oh, uh, thanks I guess…” Ken said not really knowing how to respond to this “compliment”.
“You know, I heard on TV you shrinkies are great for digestion. When you squirm around in the stomach you actually mix the food around and break it up for us big people. It was such an interesting documentary, they put one of those snake cameras down into a young woman’s stomach after she had eaten a shrinky with some steak and you could seem them paddling around in all the meat and wine she swallowed.” Ken was starting to regret his decision more and more by the second as thoughts of his fate filled his mind. Hopelessly swimming around in the dark waiting for digestive enzymes to finish him off or sink below the surface never to return, drowning in chewed food, drink, and digestive juices.
“Oh, feel free to have some of my dinner while you’re down there on the plate, I’ll be taking it back from you anyway, so I don’t mind sharing.” She says with a smile and wink. “Now that I think about it, maybe a stuffed shrinky would be good to eat with their cute little tummy full to bursting!” Ken looks up at her munching away, even with him being up on a table, she towers over him sitting down.
“I... I’m not hungry…” he replies quietly. “Aww, that’s fine. You can always eat some of the mush in my belly if you change your mind while you’re in there.” Ken starts to speak up again “Uh Lisa, I think I might be having second thoughts about- “Lisa interrupts “You’re going to be in my stomach for a few hours before moving on to my intestines, you know. My friend said sometimes she can get a shrinky that is still alive and kicking when moving into there and says the squirming is heavenly. Do me a favor Ken, if you are still awake when you find yourself there, wriggle for me please. I’d really like to know what it feels like.” As if to punctuate this, her stomach lets out another loud and prolonged gurgle.
What was he thinking? He had to survive, he wasn’t food to be tasted swallowed and forgotten. He could live a happy life if he lived with his mom who could keep him safe! How could he have let Lisa convince him that this was better for even a second? Ken tries to stand up so he can tell Lisa he’s changed his mind, but trips due to being covered in slippery dressing and falls right into some more of the salad and potatoes next to him. “Lisa I-“ Ken says before slipping again when he tries to get up.
“Oops! Let me help you” Lisa says. Ken feels a warm spoon covered in remnants of salad and saliva slip under him, whisking him up and away towards Lisas hungry mouth. “Alright Ken, head first or feet first?” Lisa asked while wetting her lips with a loud smack. “I changed my mind! Please don’t eat me! I was wrong!” Ken shouts to Lisa whose gentle smile turns to a disappointed frown.
“Oh, don’t be nervous, like I said, I’ll be very gentle with you. I’ve already decided I’m going to eat you, so it’s too late to change your mind.” “No, I-” Ken shouts, but Lisa interrupts again. “Think of it this way: this is just the food-chain taking its natural course. Big people like me eat little people like you. I’m doing you and your Mom a favor. Taking care of a little shrinky must be so exhausting. This way she can be free from you and you won’t have to spend all your time being afraid of inevitably being gobbled up by a big, scary mean person! So, head first or feet first?”
“Lisa, please! I changed my mind. I don’t want to die in your stomach!” He started to cry, tears mixing with the dressing and potato bits stuck to his face. “I’m not just food or a shrinky! I’m a person, please don’t do this! We’re neighbors! He pleaded, on knees clasping his hands together while sitting on the spoon inches from her plump lips.
Lisa simply responds: “Sorry little one, you really whet my appetite when you agreed to be my dinner, So it’s down the hatch for you!” She laughs and lifts the spoon up above her mouth, which she opens and stretches out her pink, healthy tongue. She is salivating quite a lot, clearly anticipating Ken being confined to her mouth while she savors him. Gooey strings of saliva stretch from top to bottom, little bits of food decorate her mouth. Her rigid pearly whites that frame the scene are also littered with little bits of food in between them. “Ahh~” she teases while tilting the spoon. Ken somehow grabs the edges of the spoon and desperately tries to hold on but finds his hands slipping on the smooth wet surface of the spoon which her saliva has made slick. Ken gets a good look at the back of her mouth, her dark throat and uvula flexing wide and narrow awaiting his arrival.
“I’ll do anything I’ll be your pet! Just don’t eat me! I’m not food!” Lisa ignores his pleas and wiggles the spoon back and forth, causing him to lose his grip. He lands with a wet splat on her tongue, which she pulls back into her terrifying mouth. Lisa holds her mouth open and Ken can see the light of the kitchen outside contrasting with the dark abyss of her throat. He lunges forward trying to make an escape out of the, not caring what injuries he may get from the fall. He makes it half way out when her lips pucker around his body forming a soft, wet, yet unbreakable seal.
“I promised to be gentle, but I never agreed to not tease him!” Lisa thought Kens body vibrated as his she giggled, amused by his escape attempt. “I’m in someone’s mouth! I’m being eaten alive!" Kens survival instincts screamed out. He felt her tongue lick and savor his legs and lower regions, violating him casually for her tasting pleasure. He screamed and tried to pry himself free by using his arms to push off of her wet plush lips. Lisa decided to humor him and let him make some progress before tightening her grip on him and slurping him back in.
Ken was sucked into her mouth with a wet slurp before he was able cry for mercy. Her front teeth closed in front of him, trapping him in inside. Only once fully inside did he realize the overwhelming heat coming from her body. Her stomach would be like a blast furnace in comparison this which made him panic and squirm even more.
Her tongue rose up, pushing him against her hard palate rubbing him back and forth. He instinctively turned his head to the side to avoid being smothered by the powerful muscle but found it nearly impossible to breath sealed between the soft tongue and rigid top of her mouth anyway. He started to sob as Lisa let a hum of enjoyment out, rattling his body once again while the tongue continued to swish back and forth methodically to absorb his flavor. His squirming was delectable.
He wished he was back home. The tongue relented and lowered back down. He took a gasp of muggy recycled air. He once again tried to move forward towards the teeth so that he could somehow pry them open and escape. Lisa felt him scramble forward on her tongue, enjoying the tickling sensation. He cried desperately as his tiny fingers tried to find a grip on the back of her teeth in desperation. Lisa thought it was adorable that he thought he could escape her maw. A closed mouth smile appeared on her face. So tasty and helpless.
Lisa opened wide one last time. “She's letting me out!” Ken thought. Light flooded in.
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June 3, 2023
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